Inaugural post- welcome aboard!

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First, there was NOTHING.

Then, it EXPLODED.

And then, there was a PARTY.


... essentially, the Big Bang has just come to pass, and there is already a place with a dance floor and music and a number of roving robotic waiters, and complicated mazes of pipes and bars overhead for flying and arboreal daemons to perch on, and an area with a swimming pool lit by multicolored pulsating lights for those with aquatic daemons, and... well, you get the idea. Welcome to the beginning of everything. Everyone and his/her/its daemon is welcome so long as they behave themselves. Enjoy!

Comments

[boston_bruiser]

"Brian. Hippo."

"Where?"

"There."

"O_O."

Of course he can vocalize emoticons. He's a SEAL, isn't he?

[calmhrtprevails]

Oh, and there's a large green head next to the hippo, too.

At least the green hooziewhatsis has human-looking eyes under its brow ridges.

[boston_bruiser]

Click goes the carbine as Voodoo rocks the safety to full-auto. Based on the sum total of his cultural intake, anything with human eyes and green skin is either a) Frankenstein's monster, or b) a zombie. People who take chances are people who die.

[calmhrtprevails]

The hippo snorts, laying her ears back; the green figure lifts a hand out of the water and lays it on the back of the hippo's neck. "Peace, Ennoia," it rumbles, the head lifting above water just enough to speak. "That won't be necessary, friend. I mean no one here any harm."

[boston_bruiser]

"'n whose word've we got on that?"

"He doesn't have a weapon, Brian."

"...okay. Benefit of the doubt's with you. For now."

[calmhrtprevails]

The green figure nods. "My weaponry isn't suited for learning to swim," he says. "I left it ashore. There's not many here who could even pick it up, let alone operate it."

The hippo snorts, and gives him a long look.

"But where are my manners? My name is Fawkes. This is Ennoia."

[boston_bruiser]

"Voodoo."

"Maia. And no, that's not his real name."

"And yes, she does that every time."

"It's not, though."

"Ain't like you gotta spell it out, either."

[calmhrtprevails]

"Most of the people we meet don't use their real names," says the hippo. "Call sign or alias, it doesn't matter."

"I would have let it pass anyway," Fawkes adds. "But thank you for the information."

[boston_bruiser]

"Mmn," Voodoo grunts.

Maia glances at him, then back at Fawkes. "So you're learning to swim?"

[calmhrtprevails]

"The water at home is seldom deep enough to support me," Fawkes says. "And more often than not, there are creatures in it foolish enough to attack anything they see as a threat. I'd rather not have to fend off mirelurks while still learning to swim."

[boston_bruiser]

Maia nods. "Swimming's a big part of his job," she says, nodding to Voodoo. "We might be able to help."

"Gee, volunteer me, why don't you."

"He's not usually this snappy. Sarcastic, sure, but not snappy. It's just been a rough training cycle."

[calmhrtprevails]

"I wouldn't want to impose," rumbles Fawkes.

"I've been doing my best to teach him myself," the hippo says, "but his limbs and mine aren't really arranged the same way. The motion's different..."

[boston_bruiser]

"They could use you, Brian."

"Alright, alright." If he were a smoker, now would be when he'd flick the butt out of his hands and rub it out on the ground. "So. How far along are you?"

[calmhrtprevails]

"I've been treading water for some time," says Fawkes, "as we've spoken. This water is shallow- I'd be half out of it if I put my feet on the bottom. In deeper waters, I can paddle, though it's awkward going."