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tough_loveWho: Looma Red Wind
Broadcast: Video
Action: Ooooh definitely, though only for those already aboard the Bishop. Because it's only a matter of time before Looma's new friend goes exploring to wreak havoc everywhere else.
When: Mid-Afternoon 7/13
[For once Looma's making a broadcast where she doesn't seem to be causing any trouble. That's probably a welcome to relief to somebody out there, right? No, if anything, she seems to be in a pretty laid back mood, albeit a little winded. She's taken a seat in the cargo hold, propped up against the hull, with a four-lensed mask from the planet sitting down on a table next to her.]
I do not encourage any journeys far into the unknown, at least not until someone can do something about this mist... but there are curious spoils to claim. Things that should not be here.
[And just to emphasize that point, there's a commotion and a clatter from off camera, though Looma doesn't appear too concerned with it. She turns her head to check on it, but at least it doesn't appear to be any cause for alarm. But then there's a strange...bleating, trilling sort of sound. It's surely coming from a living creature of some sort, since there is a faint raspiness to it, but...well, it sounds like a very small engine trying to turnover on a low battery mixed with some sort of squeaky, high-pitched attempt at a roar.]
Like creatures from home.
[And since whatever it is seems determined to continue making a tiny racket, Looma turns the camera around to show just what sort of tiny terror is rampaging around the cargo hold. And it's unmistakably something from her homeworld. Or, a much smaller, much younger version of it. The horns are much smaller and clearly new, resembling bony lumps more than anything else, and the armored frills on its head still have plenty of growing to do as well. All told it's barely any larger than a six month old piglet, though it's definitely bulkier.
And more temperamental. It doesn't seem to notice it's being filmed and lets out a few more tiny roars, bouncing its front legs off the deck in its best effort to be intimidating. All before half-charging, half-hopping at some salvage on the deck to smash its head into it and show it what for! And, well, subsequently stumble back a bit and try to shake off the dizziness that results. It deserves points for effort, at least.]
I am aware it is human custom to give names to your creature companions. But it is also not something I have experience with- I am open to suggestions.
[And frankly, she'd been in the mist long enough that even with proper protection, she'd come out of it pretty badly fatigued, so it's not like she planned on going anywhere for a while. She'd need something to pass the time, why not see how others deal with encountering a little slice of home?]
Broadcast: Video
Action: Ooooh definitely, though only for those already aboard the Bishop. Because it's only a matter of time before Looma's new friend goes exploring to wreak havoc everywhere else.
When: Mid-Afternoon 7/13
[For once Looma's making a broadcast where she doesn't seem to be causing any trouble. That's probably a welcome to relief to somebody out there, right? No, if anything, she seems to be in a pretty laid back mood, albeit a little winded. She's taken a seat in the cargo hold, propped up against the hull, with a four-lensed mask from the planet sitting down on a table next to her.]
I do not encourage any journeys far into the unknown, at least not until someone can do something about this mist... but there are curious spoils to claim. Things that should not be here.
[And just to emphasize that point, there's a commotion and a clatter from off camera, though Looma doesn't appear too concerned with it. She turns her head to check on it, but at least it doesn't appear to be any cause for alarm. But then there's a strange...bleating, trilling sort of sound. It's surely coming from a living creature of some sort, since there is a faint raspiness to it, but...well, it sounds like a very small engine trying to turnover on a low battery mixed with some sort of squeaky, high-pitched attempt at a roar.]
Like creatures from home.
[And since whatever it is seems determined to continue making a tiny racket, Looma turns the camera around to show just what sort of tiny terror is rampaging around the cargo hold. And it's unmistakably something from her homeworld. Or, a much smaller, much younger version of it. The horns are much smaller and clearly new, resembling bony lumps more than anything else, and the armored frills on its head still have plenty of growing to do as well. All told it's barely any larger than a six month old piglet, though it's definitely bulkier.
And more temperamental. It doesn't seem to notice it's being filmed and lets out a few more tiny roars, bouncing its front legs off the deck in its best effort to be intimidating. All before half-charging, half-hopping at some salvage on the deck to smash its head into it and show it what for! And, well, subsequently stumble back a bit and try to shake off the dizziness that results. It deserves points for effort, at least.]
I am aware it is human custom to give names to your creature companions. But it is also not something I have experience with- I am open to suggestions.
[And frankly, she'd been in the mist long enough that even with proper protection, she'd come out of it pretty badly fatigued, so it's not like she planned on going anywhere for a while. She'd need something to pass the time, why not see how others deal with encountering a little slice of home?]
