Your friendly neighborhood space bugs!

[thespaceopera]

[For about a week, now, all ships in the Drift Fleet have had clearance to land on the Blue Planet whenever they'd like. The humanoid natives have all been very open and sociable, nothing short of grateful that the Iskaulit is no longer sending pods down to raid their towns and infect their insectoid brothers.

At first, the Nunnilis themselves stayed very quiet, hiding for safety... But as word of a stable cure spreads through the islands, more and more of them have been spotted out in the open. Now, it's not so unusual to spot a couple of them helping with repairs, and many have been assisting passengers in curing their sickly kin.

Have you been looking for a chance to talk to one? A lot of basic information has already been passed through the Fleet, but perhaps you're looking to ask your own questions about the situation, offer condolences, or just get to know a little more about the Nunnilis themselves. They seem perfectly friendly in their own strange, dozen-limbed way, so there's no time like the present!]


ooc: This is a post for anyone that wants to talk directly to one of the Nunnilis! Mention in your first comment if your character is talking to a particular bug or looking in a specific place (examples include: "someone helping with the cure", "a bug in the marketplace", "someone who looks like they might be in charge", "literally the first random bug they run into on the street"), and we'll go from there! Details on already-common knowledge and this mini-event can be found here (scroll down to "The Iskaulit Saga"). If you need a refresher on what they look like, check out this old info post. This post will be open and running all event, so it's never too late to tag in!

Comments

[thespaceopera]

Ah... [the Nunnilis she picks looks a little smaller than the others, and has a brighter orange shell... but it still scuttles around on its many legs to face her, and duck its pincered head in polite greeting.

all Nunnilis have a good grasp of the common human language... even if they kind of sound like a text-to-speech program being run through a moving fan.]

Several of us are more experienced in communication and record archival, but... I would be happy to speak with you, if you are interested in general knowledge...

[hearsthesea]

Are you? Then yes, I would be delighted!

[Shirley is interested in that mention of archives, but she can look into that later. She's certain that there's much to be gained from talking to this one, as well.]

Do you know how long it's been since the Nunnilis came to this planet?

[thespaceopera]

Oh, generations beyond counting. They say it was while this planet and its waters were still new. They say that there our presence here is older than some of the islands in the seas.

[and it scuttles a little bit closer--hesitantly, with forearms held close but pedipalps waving up to taste the air. shy, perhaps?]

Why do you ask?

[hearsthesea]

This world reminds me a little of my own home. Um, not that there are other Nunnilis there...but there are other similarities. May I ask how long the human population has been here as well?

[thespaceopera]

They have been here longer than we have. Perhaps arriving when this planet was first given life.

[and it buzzes with tentative excitement.]

...What is your home like, if it is not a rude question to ask?

[hearsthesea]

Not at all. My home - it has a sea like that of this world, calmer but just as wide. At the start it was only the Ferines and an endless ocean...later on the Orerines came, and they created my world's land.

[She blushes then, because that part of history feeds into one of the reasons she's here.]

The Ferines and Orerines don't get along as well as your people do. I want that to change, so I was hoping to learn more about your history together here to see if we can learn from it too.