An Alien arrives
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lt_safe_houseTime: April 23rd, morning
Place: Tadfield Manor
Status: Public
Summary: Atlan arrives
He was leaning back comfortably in his chair as he read the numbers and symbols flitting across his screen.
This place seems to be an anomaly indeed.
He chuckled. "I think you're not quite awake yet," he said, seemingly to no one in particular. "You're usually more elaborate than that."
He agreed, though. That place was an anomaly in several departments. He'd bet there was some outside influence at work there.
Outside influences might mean getting home sooner rather than later. Mankind had made progress since the last time he had gone to sleep, but they were far from ready for what he was waiting for.
Well.
He would have a look at it, see what was to be seen, find out what was actually going on there, and then maybe he'd finally be off to where he belonged. If not maybe he would at least keep the amusing barbarians on this planet from being overrun by something they could neither understand nor defend themselves against.
He'd wait another few days, though. As always, decades of sleeping in his save underwater sphere had left him rather weak and out of training. Even with the accelerated recovery his cell-activator provided, it took a while to get back into proper shape, and he had no interest of being that easy prey for any possibly hostile entities he encountered.
A couple of days later, he approached the place that the people in Lower Tadfield – seemingly a perfectly normal, ordinary kind of small town – had pointed out as the local hotel, where he would find any stranger who had recently arrived. Of course the strangers he was looking for would have been around for at least a decade, according to the data he had collected, but he needed a nice, unobtrusive place to stay anyway.
He was riding a motorcycle – or at least a vehicle made up like one, even though it had a few gadgets built in that made it like none other of its kind.
There is no other of its kind, stupid, the independently-thinking part of his brain informed him.
Of course not. He pulled up besides the entrance gate and surveyed the other vehicles parked before the hotel. Some of the guests seemed rather well to do, judging by the cars they drove, unless the information he had read on the current times and habits had been mistaken.
Well, he had enough money in his pocket – most of it forged but well-forged to the point where it would pass any security check – to pay any kind of price they might ask.
He parked his motorcycle, locked it against unauthorized use, dismounted and took his bag to walk casually up to the front door and into the house, just like any other guest come to stay for a little while.
Place: Tadfield Manor
Status: Public
Summary: Atlan arrives
He was leaning back comfortably in his chair as he read the numbers and symbols flitting across his screen.
This place seems to be an anomaly indeed.
He chuckled. "I think you're not quite awake yet," he said, seemingly to no one in particular. "You're usually more elaborate than that."
He agreed, though. That place was an anomaly in several departments. He'd bet there was some outside influence at work there.
Outside influences might mean getting home sooner rather than later. Mankind had made progress since the last time he had gone to sleep, but they were far from ready for what he was waiting for.
Well.
He would have a look at it, see what was to be seen, find out what was actually going on there, and then maybe he'd finally be off to where he belonged. If not maybe he would at least keep the amusing barbarians on this planet from being overrun by something they could neither understand nor defend themselves against.
He'd wait another few days, though. As always, decades of sleeping in his save underwater sphere had left him rather weak and out of training. Even with the accelerated recovery his cell-activator provided, it took a while to get back into proper shape, and he had no interest of being that easy prey for any possibly hostile entities he encountered.
A couple of days later, he approached the place that the people in Lower Tadfield – seemingly a perfectly normal, ordinary kind of small town – had pointed out as the local hotel, where he would find any stranger who had recently arrived. Of course the strangers he was looking for would have been around for at least a decade, according to the data he had collected, but he needed a nice, unobtrusive place to stay anyway.
He was riding a motorcycle – or at least a vehicle made up like one, even though it had a few gadgets built in that made it like none other of its kind.
There is no other of its kind, stupid, the independently-thinking part of his brain informed him.
Of course not. He pulled up besides the entrance gate and surveyed the other vehicles parked before the hotel. Some of the guests seemed rather well to do, judging by the cars they drove, unless the information he had read on the current times and habits had been mistaken.
Well, he had enough money in his pocket – most of it forged but well-forged to the point where it would pass any security check – to pay any kind of price they might ask.
He parked his motorcycle, locked it against unauthorized use, dismounted and took his bag to walk casually up to the front door and into the house, just like any other guest come to stay for a little while.
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Date: Tuesday, 8 June 2010 09:49 (UTC)He tossed up the key, caught it again and went back up the stairs to move into his room.
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Date: Tuesday, 8 June 2010 10:48 (UTC)