Challenge #02540-F350: Wandering Minds
On earth in various places, there are buskers. People who will put down a hat, box, bowl, or other container and then will play music, sing, or otherwise entertain in the hope of donations. Then there are the flash mobs. Large groups of individuals who will coordinate a time where they will come together. They will mill about in a crowd and then, at a predesignated time, one individual will throw off their jacket or other covering and, in costume, begin to dance after turning on a music device with large, loud, speakers. Then others who are part of this flash mob will quickly converge and join in. The dance routine can last as long as 20 minutes or more before they will take their bow and go back to shopping or whatever they were going to do that day. And so it is that humans bring these things to space. Not only to entertain other humans, but possibly other species as well. But what of non-humans that decide to join in on the fun? – DaniAndShali
Some thought Humans were naturally storytellers, and to a degree, that is true. Nothing makes a Human happier than a good tale to relay. Others were convinced that Humans essentially existed to create music. They sang, they hummed, they whistled, they took up a musical instrument and made music. More others insisted that Humans were made to move. Rhythmic gyrations in time to a beat or a melody or whatever their mood happened to be at the time.
The truth was not revealed to the Alliance until a group of Humans got together for some non-damaging fun as part of an experimental socialisation program… and something wonderful happened. Those that played instruments came to a consensus of rhythm and melody. Those who sang conferred with those who told stories, and came up with lyrics. And those who danced… did that.
The Alliance watchers, observing from a safe distance, stared in awe as Humans who had never met before that day collected their shared knowledge of language, music, and movement together… and made something that had never been witnessed before. That was when a different consensus came to pass. The agreement that Humans seemed determined to entertain.
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Challenge #02538-F348: Goodnight Everybody
A: Ok look I only have a sawed shotty and a 9mm and I don’t want to fight anything that is bigger than a baby moose. Also if you see a bear follow this rhyme “brown lay down, black fight back, white good night”
B: but can’t you fight back with your weapons?
A: Yes and no. First off the bears in these regions are bulletproof, hell most bears are. More than anything firing this will piss them off
B: well can you tell me is that bear bulletproof?
A: Welp based off the rhyme, good night – Anon Guest
Well. This was a situation. It was not a good situation. It was not even a bad situation. It was a terrible situation. Armin ran through everything he knew about bears. “Don’t make eye contact,” he said. “Keep a calm, level tone when you speak. We’re going to back slowly away…”
“I am starting to regret the decision to document some wildlife on a Deathworld,” said Grox in calm, level tones. “Does this creature eat baby moose?”
“No, your polar bear usually likes fish or seals. Problem is, seals are human-sized and some of these critters have learned that humans are tasty prey. The good news for you is your livesuit will protect you.” For every good news a Human delivered, there had to be an associated bad news. They just worked that way.
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Challenge #02537-F347: Many Ways to Pack Bond
The havenworlders hire a human who docks their ship to the havenworlder’s own larger research vessel and uses that for their quarters rather than what the havenworlders have provided. When asked why, the human simply responds “It’s better this way.” But does not care to elaborate. The reason behind the why becomes clear when a havenworlder goes in to bring a gift to the human that has become such a kind friend and asset, when the havenworlder hears horrific screaming coming from the human’s sleeping chamber. Hurrying over, they see the human sitting up, bare in bed, covered in sweat with eyes wide in fear. Once the human has calmed down, they explain to their havenworlder companion about night-terrors, and how some who’ve seen far too much in their life, can suffer from it. – Anon Guest
At first, the crew of the Little Blue Bird thought that Human Pri valued their personal space. The alternate speculation was that Pri was one of those Humans who thrived in their own mess, or their own sense of order, and therefore had to keep everyone else segregated from it. They weren’t expecting a rare mental disorder.
Somnambulism is not a survival trait in environments that require everyone present to leave the airlocks alone. That said, there are similar disorders that can be worse than disturbing for outside viewers. As Byarin found out when they ventured into the docked Human vessel.
Any unfamiliar ground is automatically liminal, especially when it was quiet. Everything is a shell of something unfamiliar. A shape of something that could be, but currently was not. It was a place where Byarin felt compelled to tread carefully, to mind hir step whilst seeking out Human Pri.
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Challenge #02536-F346: Deadly Technology
A: interesting with the tech here I might be able to research the Gimpy Gimpy plant
B: that sound relatively harmless
A: it is also known as the suicide plant
B: sigh there it is – Anon Guest
“Wow,” said the Human, looking at all the protective technology on offer. “This is such awesome protective tech. Micrometeor-resistant…. hey, you guys managed to miniaturise the Hungry Caterpillar. That’s awesome. What’s your particulate capture limit?”
The proud merchant said, “The particulate capture system can find and neutralise particles as small as half a micrometre.”
This impressed the Human. “That small, huh? Sweet. With that kind'a tech, I might be able to research the Gimpy Gimpy plant.”
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Challenge #02535-F345: One… Giant Leap
A human has fallen very much in love with another deathworlder. These deathworlders are only similar to humans in that they walk bipedal and have a human-ish shape to their faces, but that’s about it. The human had been working aboard ship with the being for almost a year, the contract stated the human would be there for another four years, and they were trying to find out how to get the being to become interested in more than just …. well… friendship. – DaniAndShali
The relationship had been a source of amusement amongst the crew of the Seek and Find. Even the second-densest member of the crew caught on to the idea that Human Dar found Grumesh cute within the first month of awkward flirting.
The densest member of Seek and Find’s crew was, of course, Grumesh. Overtures small and large were interpreted as being such a good friend. It certainly didn’t help that Dar was one of those Humans who were easily embarrassed and therefore fumbled every opportunity for closeness.
Watching Human Dar defeated regularly in the lists of love was, unfortunately, also kind of sad. Case in point, it was lunchtime. The crew watched with a mixture of morbid fascination and amused pity as Dar loaded up their food tray and got some extras of Grumesh’s favourite treats. Again. Deathworlders always appreciated others who brought them nice food. As Dar approached Grumesh, they began turning the characteristic ruddier hues of extreme mortification.
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