Fly Me to the Moon

Moon Base

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a part of Fly Me to the Moon, by angelwolf123.

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Moon Base is a part of Fly Me to the Moon.

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Neptune [29] will all great neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand?
Elvis [29] Alien #2 - the kool one
Ashe [28] "Ash to ash, dust to dust."
Louisa Szabó [28] procaffeinating: (n.) the tendency not to start something until you've had a cup of coffee.
Reina [27]
Shea [26]
Ice [24] cold. as. ice. and. yet. melts. like. a. slutty. ice. cream. to. drool. for. wait. it. has. to. do. with. heart. ice. cream. is. fine. anyway.

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Character Portrait: Neptune Character Portrait: Reina Character Portrait: Louisa Szabó Character Portrait: Ice Character Portrait: Elvis Character Portrait: Ashe Character Portrait: Shea

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"I'll. Call. Again." Ice ended his call and annoyance clearly evident on his icy blue eyes. He wasn't sure whether he wants to smash this guy's face to the pavement or something. This person was either crazily obsessed with him which is rather scary. This is literally their first meeting, so he never understood why this guy was adamant on wanting him to stay. The others were readily on the idea to have him leave. "Alien." He started as he turned around to fully face this white-haired man who was the only one clearly desperate in having him not leave.

"You." He raised a perfect eyebrow. An indication that he was questioning that declaration that could be taken as nothig more but a clumsy and stupid excuse. Plus, it was appearing to be a gag since the other two guys at the table collaborated the story of them three being aliens. He was not gullible or naive to believe as much like every scientist or researcher, they do not believe hearsay or words that are not backed up with actual proof. That is why until now God and Science are at odds. Because, Science has yet prove that God or gods exist really.

There was a credible silence as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Fine." He pointed at the white-haired man with those slender fingers that appear so delicate and modelesque. "Prove. It." He also glanced at the other two with those penetrating ice blue eyes of his. There was a calculating glow behind his eyes and that sharpness. He was going to entertain this guy for a few minutes. The words of the girls were heard by him as he took it in stride.

"If. It. Is. A. Lie." He tilted his head to the side. Even with his foul mouth and clear disdain earlier, there was no doubt in anyone's mind that he is beautiful and his slightest movement can command looks of admiration from the other people present in the cafe. As for Ice, he was clearly waiting how they would make way to prove themselves as aliens. If this was a farce, he would make sure that this guy would regret ever playing him with his passion for alien studying and sweets. If this was true, he would clearly drag this white-haired man along with his companions to the laboratory at this moment.

After all, this would be a discovery of the century and the proof of existence. This would be exceedingly wonderful. "I. Will. End. You." There was a frightening force behind that slow and sleepy manner of his speaking. "Now. Time. Is. Ticking." He tapped his feet on the floor indicating his patience slowly wasting away. After all, he did receive confirmation of a possible alien sample that he could use for his own research. He really was excited about it and like a child in a toy store, he couldn't wait to have his piece.

"I'm. Waiting." Ice stated as he returned he lowered his hand and waited for what this white-haired guy and his companions would do.

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Character Portrait: Neptune Character Portrait: Reina Character Portrait: Louisa Szabó Character Portrait: Ice Character Portrait: Elvis Character Portrait: Ashe Character Portrait: Shea

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      There was a very real possibility that, in his desperation to be loved by all the humans, Elvis may have overreacted at thought of one of them not caring for him. The thought that he had overstepped crossed his mind moments after the desperate words left his lips, and then, like most serious thoughts Elvis had, it too vanished to be replaced by his need for acceptance. White curls bounced around his head as he glanced from Ice to the table of humans and aliens he had just left, his mouth slightly parted as he tried to think of something else to say.

      As more declarations of 'I'm an alien' were made by Neptune, Elvis licked his lips and tried to think of something useful to add to the conversation. He was pleased to hear that Louisa would study them either way, and felt a relieved smile settle on his face. He took a hesitant step back towards the table.

      "I don't want to eat anyone." Elvis said with a laugh, his tone light as if he were telling the table that he didn't want mustard on his burger, "But uh... I hadn't really thought much more beyond getting him to stay." Elvis' shoulders sagged slightly as he realised his mistake, his mouth falling into what threatened to be a frown. He was sure his eyes were changing colour too, no doubt from an excited yellow to a sad green. Happy thoughts, that's what he needed. " But it's alright, isn't it? It'll be fun! Experiments can be fun! I read in one of their books that you can put a type of mouth freshener in a container of black sugary drink and it explores."

      Elvis forced a smile onto his face and turned his attention back to Ice, though his smile faltered again at the intimidating expression on Ice's face. Elvis' eyes changed to a dark blue, fear, and he ducked his head like a school boy being reprimanded. "I, uh, I don't think... I'm not allowed to..." Elvis felt his cheeks turn red as he tried to think of how he could prove to Ice that he was indeed an alien. He shuffled from foot to foot anxiously, his hands fidgeting in front of his back. It was a bit late to backtrack now, but he didn't think he was allowed to reveal his true form in a crowded moon cafe. There must be another way...

      "I'm not allowed to show you my alien form but... But I could show you our ship!"

      Elvis' expression brightened once again, a grin spreading across his face as he glanced from Ice to the group at the table. He reached out a hand, as if to take Ice's, but stopped short - self-preservation finally kicking in - and instead used the motion to push locks of hair out of his eyes.

      "We could do that, right? Show them our ship? That way they'd have to believe us!" Elvis felt triumphant and proud of himself for the solution, and eagerly took a pace towards the table, as if ready to pull Neptune and Ashe up and drag them to the ship with him so that they could show the humans. He turned to smile at the humans, "What do you say? Please say you'll come see it!"