thisavrou_log | A day in the new life of Bird Alien.

Who: Nihlus, Andrew, Starflight and anyone else who wants to talk with the guy.
When: March 9th
Where: Around the Moira.
What: Various odds and ends.
Warnings: None yet!

For Andrew

When Andrew arrives, he gets to see Nihlus sitting on the floor near where they'd first met, a blanket draped over his cowl and shoulders.

His omni-tool is glowing and various holographic pages of text documents, videos, images and schematics are floating around him. Now and again, he manipulates the glowing, orange device and brings up something new, eyes darting over pictures and texts.

He seems pretty engrossed with it all.

For Starflight

Actually finding Nihlus at the library will prove to be a bit of an undertaking for poor Starflight. Eventually, he will find the Turian behind a small fortess of books, buried in a particularly voluminous cooking bible.

The selection of reading materials was all very random, suggesting he'd just pulled whatever had looked interesting off the shelves. He seems to have been here for quite a while too, well before their agreed meeting time.

General

There was probably a dedicated place that people could use for jogging, but Nihlus wasn't really a fan of running inside a small room if he could help it. Spirits knows he's had enough of that between Mass Relays and space stations.

Plus, he gets to meet more people this way, and he was always down for meeting more people.

He's wearing his actual Moira uniform now, too. Well, his black thermals and his pants anyways.

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Starflight had admittedly kind of expected Nihlus would meet him at the front of the library, but when he showed up and no one was waiting, he went searching. The library was like a second home to him by now. He knew all the sounds and smells to expect. He sniffed the air, forked tongue flicking in and out till he had identified the most foreign smell.

Eventually he stuck his head around the corner, looking over Nihlus' wall of books. It made him a little relieved to know he was talking with someone who also enjoyed reading?

"Nihlus Kryik?" Starflight called out hesitantly, not wanting to interrupt while he was reading.

Nihlus looks up at the sound of his name, then down to his MID, and then back up again with a distinctly embarrassed expression.

"Oh, whoops," he laughs a bit awkwardly, sitting up and closing the book. "I was not keeping track of the time. I'm sorry."

Peering curiously up at the dragon, Nihlus wonders if this curious wonder was what a lot of the humans he'd encountered felt when they'd seen him.

"Starflight, was it?"

"Yes. But, um, don't sorry about the time. Really."

He walked over to where Nihlus was sitting, picking his way between books carefully without knocking anything over.

"Did you find something interesting? There's so many different books here, from all over. It's my favorite place on the ship!"

"Interesting doesn't begin to describe it," Nihlus says, gently closing the cooking book so that his claws didn't scratch anything. "I didn't realize that trashy romance novels were such a universal thing!"

Starflight snorted, looking a little embarrassed even with a small grin on a his face. He'd stumbled on a few of those himself. Not that he'd ever read them, of course.

"Uh, yes. Those are certainly a thing here. It's a lot better now that it's been organized. They used to be mixed in with all the other books."

Nihlus has skimmed several already, but then this kind of stuff is right up his weird trashy alley.

"Probably for the better. I don't think a lot of people would like happening upon books about humans turning into critters and eloping," he remarks, glancing pointedly at a copy with 'FERAL SINS' scrawled over the badly photoshopped cover.

"Ugh, is that really something people want to read about?" he asked, turning the book so he could see it better. He reached up and moved the glasses that had been pushed back near his horns, squinting suspiciously at the cover.

"You sure these aren't just some kind of alien?"

"I was thinking that initially, but humans turning into things seems to be a re-occuring theme." Nihlus picks up two more books, holding them up for Starflight to see. The covers are both pretty badly photoshopped.

"Like there's this one where they turn into some weird blood suckers. This one here features people turning into half fish critters. And there's another one that features both the blood suckers and the people who turn into animals."

Helpfully, the turian elbows the third one into view.

"Additionally, the people who transform seem to have been human until one of the transformed people bites them."

"That's...really weird." He picked up the third book Nihlus had pointed out, flipping it over to read the description on the back.

"I didn't realize that was usually a plot point in human romance stories. None of the scrolls I've ever read had anything like that. Kestrel probably would have burned them before she let us read that sort of thing."

"Honestly, you don't really find stuff like this about other species until you physically end up in their libraries sometimes," Nihlus shrugs. "Humans like to keep pretty tight lipped about erotica and sex in general. It actually almost started a diplomatic incident when one of the Salarians asked a high level diplomat how they did the do in public."

"I, um, I'll bet," Starflight replied with an awkward cough. He was way too young to be having a conversation about alien erotica. He inelegantly tried steering the conversation in a different direction.

"So, um, anyway- you said you had some questions about the ship, right?"

A day in the new life of Bird Alien.

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