[Who was this? Why were they here? Randall hadn’t thought Hershel knew anyone - as bad as that sounded. After the forest, and presumably everything that came after, Randall had assumed that his friend - or ex-friend, it seemed - would have gone out of his way to avoid people entirely.]

“ I - I swear, it’s not what it… probably, looks like.”

[His voice was a little slurred from the nervousness of whoever this might be. Robber? Roommate he was unaware of? God forbid, a wife? As long as they didn’t attack him, Randall imagined he’d at least be relatively alright.]

          Let’s see…What was his favorite this about Earth? Looking around for a moment, the little Ag thought and thought, before decidedly looking back up at the woman. “The sky! Interlasia doesn’t have a sky.” he chirped. With it being a big ship instead of a planet, there wasn’t exactly a natural atmosphere to speak of in order to create a sky.

          “I did it to protect Ferrox.” It’s said without a second thought, a small grin creeping back onto his face. “Ferrox is my…what’s the word for it…older brother! Ferrox is my older brother!”

“Ah! It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mrs. Triton.” [ He gave a small bow of his head and straightened himself out. ] “Yes, I would like to speak to him. This involves a strange report I’ve obtained, so I decided to come and investigate.”

[ The Colonel fixed his glasses and carefully stored the map back into his uniform. ] “Well, it’s certainly better than having to continue wandering around, only to be on the opposite side of the city.” [ He paused and cocked an eyebrow at the mention of ‘Bucky’. ]

“…My apologies for questioning this, but…. 'Bucky’?”

“Hm?” [ He heard a voice speak up and turned to look at the woman that called out to him. Jade fixed his glasses and slowly walked up to her. ] “Ah, yes. I certainly am. I’m looking for Misthallery’s Town Hall to speak with Clark Triton. If… there is one, of course.”

[ The Colonel straightened himself out a bit and gave off a warm smile. ] “I am Colonel Jade Curtiss, and I’ve been sent to investigate a few towns here in the area. This so happens to be my first stop of many.”

“Just a bit. I mean, I remember bits of people and places I know, too much about plants to be normal, and one specific plant that moves and is bigger than I am tall, but the memory issues are only minor.”

[It was said not unkindly, but with enough sass to tell that it upset him a bit. He just wished he could remember everything - it would make things so much easier on him.]

“Ooh - that actually sounds very nice~ I don’t recall if I’ve been eating properly cooked meals, just quick things that don’t take much effort. Or things that just don’t involve cooking. Something hot sounds delightful~”

“Oh? Would you, now~? From what I remember - ha - there’s a good number of plants in there. Sectioned off and carefully put together - must’ve done it a while ago, from the looks of it. Some of them are in… containers? Like big fish tanks, but set up to mimic certain terrains and climates. Think I spent a lot of money on it, from the look of it…”

[Not that he minded. He’d been delighted to find he had more plants. The way the people acted was a bit creepy, but only in the way that he didn’t remember who they were, so the familiarity they spoke with threw him off.]

Good thing you know what I mean, though, because I don’t know how I would have explained it better than that. I don’t know how I got it, or when, just that I clearly have possession of it.”

“Alright, alright - it’s not as though I’ve got anything better to do. And also not like I’ve actually done anything the past… probably several weeks, beyond sleeping and buying food.”

[He’d have to buy some more later, thinking on it. To his recollection,, his stores were lower than he’d prefer.]

“I’ve been… good, considering the sheer amount I’ve been sleeping. Not very productive, but whatever makes winter pass by faster, I suppose. Following the first question - no not really, sleeping every day for the past several kind of prevents any ability to meet people. And your third question - do you mean the plants in my flat or the warehouse I apparently own down by the docks? Because the former is doing surprisingly well considering the sheer amount of sleeping I’ve been doing, and the latter seems to be run by people I may have hired? They did greet me something like a boss… Or a master. Strange people.”

“That depends on the breed and if they’re a boy or a girl, I’d think. Or I might just adopt one and keep the name they have. I hafta decide what breed I’d want. Definitely not a beagle, though. They’re too…rowdy. And I don’t want a small one, either. They live longer, but I’m scared I might step on ‘em.”

And he’s a big man with big feet, so that’s a rather real concern.

“Maybe, but these days eating something ‘substantial’ makes my fatigue worse. The cold, maybe. I wasn’t this tired when it was warm.”

[At least… he didn’t think so. Had he been?]

“You - that… that sounds nice, actually. You don’t have to, I’d be fine with returning home and sleeping for the next… well, week, running my current track record. I still don’t really recall too much though, so I’m not sure what sort of conversation I’d provide…”

“Ha, lively. I’m only lively because I’ve been sleeping the past… what, week now? Maybe? I’m not sure, I’ve lost track of time to be quite honest, I might’ve been asleep for longer for all I know. 

And I’m… honestly not sure. Taking a walk? Planning some grocery shopping?Enjoying my wakefulness while it lasts, I suppose.”

“I have a bearded dragon, but she’s not one much for conversation, so maybe I will get a dog. I remember Gonzo was Dad’s dog, he was a real sweet fella. He passed away from old age about…gosh, I don’t remember how long ago. I’ve never seen Dad so broken up…” Inconsolable would be a better descriptor. He loved that dog with all he had, so of course he was heartbroken when it was time.

“Mom’s allergic to cats, so I can’t have a cat if she wants to visit, and I think Seb is, too.”

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          Muiri wiggled the toes of his bionic, almost showing it off. He had built it himself, of course; the alien technology too advanced for Earth, even if it had been built from mere scraps from his destroyed Cyclone.

          “…It hurt a lot. I was cut by a plasma spear, which burns too. But I did it to protect someone, so I’m happy.” he murmured, grinning. His smile exposed not only sharp, serrated teath, akin to that of a shark’s, but also a gap between two teeth, where a third would have been. This, coupled with his small stature gave off the impression that he was younger than 19, and his curiosity and ignorance of the Earth did not help his case.

          “I miss mama, papa, and Ferrox a lot. But I don’t miss home. Earth is my home, now.”