The Great Pandemonium

[Apillis]

((Short post.))

Departing the scene from the sad sight of attempted highbrow elitist snobbery by a pair of old tired men who seemed to think themselves far beyond their worth and genuine contribution to the galaxy. Averia moved on back to the beaches, but she chose not to go back into its waters, and instead merely elicited to admire the coastal scenery and bask in the gentle ocean breeze blowing through.

She reached down to her bag she had left beside her laid out beach towel that she had set up well into the day prior to now. Pulling out a quite fashionable men's button up shirt swapping her half-shirt for it--though not bothering to button up the former as she was remaining on the beach, and then taking out a very nice pair of dress slacks, and slipping them on after tossing off her sarong. Slipping her hands into her pant pockets as she continued to admire the view.

For a time what went through her mind was ruminating if the Laitra's homeworld had beaches like this. Part of her felt at ease being near water, though her people had largely abandoned chaotic methods of nature for the uncompromising turning gears of the machine no longer taking an interest in things that grow. Water is life-blood for carbine-based lifeforms, and in a way her people bled themselves of life by abandoning the natural musics of ebbing tides and crashing waves. Beyond all the tourist idiocy and corporate marketing--she could appreciate Woostri for the comfort of its ocean.

[Meira]

The dragon skittered away to the man's other shoulder before Yonn was able to touch it. Furrowing his brow, Yonn shot the creature an incredulous look before turning his attention the the man it belonged to, who was now answering his question. The answer, however, was unsatisfying. How could he not know? He had one, he must have seen others! Then again, maybe he had this one for a while, before coming here. But there was another man who had one as well -not a dragon, but a rat or something- so they must have come from here. Yonn glanced toward he other man, his mouth opening as if to protests the man's lack of knowledge.

The man put his hand to Yonn's chest, pushing lightly. Not braced against him, Yonn was compelled backward a step as the man asked if he wanted a monkey. The Nautolan grinned, displaying pointy teeth. The man knew where to find these creatures at least! He would show Yonn the way!

Thinking the hand placed on his chest was some form of greeting, Yonn politely replied in kind, placing his own hand on the man's chest and giving him a gentle nudge as he replied, "Yes! Please!", with a friendly smile. This is why he loved things like this. People of all sorts were brought together. There were so many things to see and experience, and already he'd made a friend that would take him to find a monkey!

A sudden wave rippled through the crowd. Not water. Not air. This was the force. It appeared and spread so quickly that a shiver was sent up Yonn's spine as he suddenly whirled toward the source of the energy, tentacles fanning out and spinning around his head as he turned.

"WHOA!" he exclaimed, laughing and turning back toward his new friend. "Did you feel that!?" Yonn pushed gently against his friend's chest again, sure that he must have felt the sudden burst of force energy. He was one of the other force sensitives in the area, after all. Was he? Yonn leaned in, almost as if to sniff him. Yes, definitely.

A sensation tickled at the back of Yonn's mind. The source of the surge, the old man he'd passed earlier, was tickling him. Yonn twitched his head to the side suddenly, letting out an abrupt "HA!" as he pushed the old man's presence away from his mind. Yonn was not overly skilled at this, however, and could still feel the man poking and prodding.

"It's not nice." Yonn said, to his companion, glancing back at the old man. "Where are the monkeys?"