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Jemma Zanthe

"I don't mind. Lets do what you want!"

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a character in “The E.T. Project”, as played by slcam




Jemma Zanthe

Gem, Gems, Zanthey, Zan, sometimes Em or Emma.
She will basically come to whatever she is called.

15, almost 16, though she is short enough to be younger.

Human #3

If she did end up in a same gender relationship, it would be out of not wanting to hurt the other person's feelings, and she would not be able to take it seriously.

Face Claim
Midori Tokiwa|| Tamako Market

Guilty Of...
An old case of trespassing on private property. Multiple infractions of Larceny. Possession of said stolen property.

  • Observing - If given the choice, Jemma would rather observe than act. She will almost never tire of simply sitting and watching. There is always something new to see, and you can bet that Jem will be the first to want to see it. She is more content to watch from the sidelines than actually participate, and she loves people watching. This does not mean she is entirely inactive in the slightest, but more that she enjoys reflecting on things and taking in the scenery.
  • Asking Questions - Due to the abundant amount of time she observes, Gem always ends up with many unanswered questions. She will ask anything that comes to mind to anyone who will listen, and appreciates whatever answer she is given. The only time she will entirely stop asking is when she is yelled at, and she will hold a grudge about that for a long time.
  • Having Someone's Friendship - Like most people, Jemma enjoys being liked by others. However, for her this is a high priority. She will do almost anything to get someone's friendship, and doing what people ask makes her feel good about herself. Consequently, Gem is very friendly no matter the person, and is often easy to get along with.
  • Any Kind of Animal - Since she usually lived in large cities, it was always rare for Gem to see anything more exciting than dogs, cats, and flies, and she was never allowed a pet. Thus, she is fascinated by any animal, and even more so if they are wild. She will often approach with too little caution, but it has worked out so far. Jemma is also the kind of girl that will constantly pick up bugs from the ground and show them off.
  • Soup - Gem's favorite food is definitely soup of any kind. She will never tire of eating it, even in extremely hot weather. She especially loves potato soup. Give her some, and she will adore you.
Shouting - Gem does not like shouting, whether it is her or someone else doing it. She was always taught that raising one's voice is rude. Thus, she will scowl at anyone who yells, no matter the reason. Even worse is when someone yells at her for something she had done. This will immediately send her into a pout, and she will avoid the person until they ask forgiveness, and sometimes longer.

When Someone Doesn't Like Her - Since Jemma likes pleasing people and gaining their friendship, when her efforts make no difference it irritates her. She obviously wants to be successful when making people like her, so when others are still disagreeable toward her it makes her feel like a failure. She has yet to learn that not everyone will like you, and that is okay.

Taking the Blame -Since she hates being in trouble, Gem will almost always transfer the blame or make excuses. It takes a lot for her to admit she has done something wrong, and most of the time she never will. She hates feeling wrong or inferior, so she avoids it as much as possible.

# Emotional Pain - Though Gem can handle physical pain easily, she is afraid of being emotionally hurt, because that is harder to fix. She will do whatever she can to prevent herself being hurt or rejected.

# Losing a Friend - On a similar note, once Jemma has a friend, she will do whatever she can to keep him/her around. She cannot stand the thought that someone could stop liking her and she could have prevented it.

# Police/ Being Caught - Due to her experiences, Jemma cannot stand being in Imageany situation where she can get caught doing wrong for long. She is not afraid of doing wrong when she feels she has a good reason, but she does not want to face the consequences. However, even when she has not done wrong, she will be extremely fidgety around policemen.

~ Believable - Especially when one is not very familiar with her character, Jemma is very believable. She is one of those people who was destined to become a legendary saleswoman or actress. Even if something is a blatant lie, she will tell it as if it was absolute truth. This is due to the fact that she, herself, always believes what she says, even when pretending.

~ Observant - Due to her like of watching, there is little that gets past Gem. She will notice things that few others would. She is also good at remembering words and actions with astonishing detail.

~ Multilingual - Since her family constantly moved, Jemma knows several languages, though she only knows two other than English with any fluency. However, she knows a smattering of the languages from everywhere she has been.

~ Empathetic - Jemma has learned to decipher what people want and need from her most of the time. Since this has been her primary focus for so long, she is skilled at picking out emotions, unless she is too distracted with her own.
ImageØGullible - Jemma is willing to think the best of everyone, whether they are worthy of that trust or not. Since she is also overly concerned with pleasing others, there is little she will not do for them. As a result, she can easily be talked into just about anything, which gets her in trouble.

Ø Near Pathological Liar - Gem will lie not only to get out of trouble, but also at random other times when it is not necessary. On the surface, it is almost hard for her to tell the truth from a lie, but deep down, she knows exactly when she is lying. Most of the time, it is just that she simply does not filter what she says before she says it.

ØNot Thinking Ahead - Jemma will rarely think of the consequences of her actions. She will not think about what the best option for the future, instead thinking of immediate consequences. This, obviously, contributed to her current problems.

Jemma is a fairly happy-go-lucky girl. She hardly worries about anything, and is just looking to have fun and make friends. As mentioned before, this can have some bad consequences, since she is unlikely to look ahead. She prefers to live in the moment, but that is not always a good thing. Still, she is more often happy than not, no matter the circumstances. In general, Gem has a positive outlook on life, and can usually find something good to hold on to, even in the worst case.

Though she is sometimes fidgety, Gem is not especially hyper. She is content to sit and watch quietly for long periods of time, at least, until she has an opportunity to ask questions. Even so, she is more often quiet than talkative, and enjoys silence and solitude every once in a while. She enjoys Just being outside and enjoying herself whenever she can.

If she could, Gem would make sure everyone was happy all the time. She will do whatever she can to please others. She has a strong sense of justice and fairness, but that sense doesn’t always extend to her own actions. She wants everyone to be happy, but will sometimes put her own immediate needs and wants over others’. When she realizes she is hurting someone, though, she will make an immediate effort to change that.

These qualities also make Jemma very kind and friendly. Though she is not always thoughtful, she makes an effort to be when she thinks of it. She is very sympathetic towards others, and tries to make them feel happy when they are down. She would do anything for anyone, and feels happy when she can. She is very childish, but can be serious if necessary.Image

However, one thing she cannot stand is being blamed for something or accepting unpleasant consequences. Thus, she can easily justify lying. This makes her very untrustworthy, and, though she hates not being trusted, she cannot make herself consistently tell the truth. Even so, when she has hurt someone with her lies, Gem will do her best to make things right. This is as much out of guilt as a desire to please.

Jemma Zanthe was born in Britain, where her parents raised her until she was three years old. However, that was the longest she ever stayed in one place. From then on, her family moved every year or two to locations all over the UK and mainland Europe due to her father’s job. Even as a young girl, Gem was always fascinated with the different cultures, and she soaked them up like a sponge.

However, as with all kids who frequently move, Jemma had a hard time making friends since she knew she would soon lose them. Over time, she began picking up tricks to make friends faster, though she would often get herself in trouble. Still, she did not mind as long as she had fun.
Throughout her childhood and teenage years, her parents were never strict and spoiled her rotten besides. This only increased her tendencies to do whatever was fun with little thought of the consequences.Image

She was willing to go wherever and do whatever her current friends wanted. When she was thirteen, she and her friends decided to break into an old house they thought was haunted. Gem, not thinking of the consequences, went along with it without any reservations. They, of course, were caught and fined for trespassing. One of the girls, who was a policeman’s daughter, said that it was all Jemma’s idea. Thus, Jemma got most of the blame, and the offense was put on her record instead of just being a warning. She, wisely, stayed away from those girls the rest of the time they lived there.

Since then, her family moved a couple more times. The most recent move was back to Britain shortly after Gem turned fifteen. She was desperate to get in with the popular girls at her school. One day, they finally asked her to go shopping with them. She readily agreed. When they told Gem that she had to steal something to get in with them, she hesitated only a moment.

She wasn’t caught the first time, or the second, or the third. However, all things must come to an end. She was eventually caught, but to her surprise, once again all her “friends” blamed her entirely and denied involvement. It was not long before the police connected her to other thefts from the same mall, and she was forced to return the items and threatened with juvenile detention because of her previous offense. Finally, the stay Arizona was mentioned, and her parents encouraged her to take that option so she could eventually have a clean slate.


So begins...

Jemma Zanthe's Story


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Arizona, at this point in the day, was looking marvelously beautiful. The sun sat, plump in the light blue sky, and far below, a young boy was staring directly at it in amazement through the window of a car. It was a sight to see: a small teenager buckled into the back of a black, bulletproof car. Two tough looking men sat in the front seats, a very large gun in the hand of the one in passenger's side. The one who was armed seemed to be observing their escort by a constant turning of his head. Upon seeing what he was staring at, the man informed the youth that the sun was not something to be looked at for long periods of time. The boy, in response, turned to face him, but his hands immediately shot to his eyes. He made a small whining noise before drawing his hands back to his lap and looking out the window once more, ignoring the sigh of his guard.

The boy's name was Toddlk Lorav and he was an alien. To any outsider, that statement would seem bizarre and unbelievable, but it was the truth. Toddlk did not come from earth, but when he had arrived as a visitor, he had been treated with respect. In fact, Todd had nearly just arrived. He'd landed in a small ship at some secret military base in northern Arizona, and he was on his way to yet another secret facility.

Suddenly, the car jerked to a stop, it's wheels kicking up dust from the sandy road, pulling the small extra-terrestrial out of his thoughts. He immediately found himself, once again, glued to the window, his eyes widening at the sight of their destination. In truth, he'd expected it to look nicer, as it looked quite like a prison from the outside. It had large stone walls covered in barbed wire and practically an army of guards surrounding its gate. Before Todd could finish looking, his door was pulled open by the driver of his car, whom Todd did not notice get out. He stared at the unfriendly looking man through the opening in the car, Todd not moving from his seat. The two boys locked eyes, Toddlk still not budging. Eventually, the driver seemed to realize what the issue was, leading him to bend over the short blonde in his car and unbuckle his seatbelt. "Thank you!" the alien cried as he grabbed his small suitcase and leaped out of the car, landing in a catcher's stance. He quickly stood up, trotting toward the massive clump of security guards. The driver, who had followed him from the car, rested a hand upon his shoulder, signaling him to wait a moment. Todd didn't mind, as he instead knelt down and began to play with the sand below them.

The man gruffly spoke some sort of code, as "Butternut" was not a word that often came up in regular conversation. The security force grunted in acknowledgement, parting so that the gate they were guarding could be passed into. There was a loud buzzing noise, followed by the swinging open of the gate. Todd took this as a cue to stand up and approach the facility that would be home for the next few weeks.

Upon stepping into the facility, his breath was taken away. Despite its outward appearance of a prison, the city inside was stunning! There were small houses lining the streets, Todd figuring that they were the homes of those in charge of and running the experiment. There was a rather large building, which happened to be filled with classrooms, although the young alien did not know this. In the middle of the town square lied an enormous fountain, water trickling down from the mouth of an extravagant angel resting at the top, all the way into the pool below. The sight made Toddlk flinch with discomfort.

Before he could admire the scenery much longer, he was approached by a stranger wearing a white lab coat. The man, his appearance leading Todd to believe that he was a scientist, seemed fascinated by the sight of the young alien. To be honest, his appearance did attract interest, as he hadn't mastered human fashion at this point. He wore a pair of orange board shorts, paired with a maroon sweater that did not match in the slightest nor looked comfortable in the Arizona heat. However, the man did not seem to be put off, as he approached the young boy and placed a hand upon the lad's head as he examined him. "Mr. Lorav. A pleasure to have you!" he spoke after he had sized the young man up, recognizing him from the profiles of participants available to the staff. "I expect you knew that, when coming here, you'd be paired up with humans, correct?"

Todd stared at him, slightly baffled, only half paying attention to what the man was saying. But, his lips parted into a wide grin and he placed his hand upon the stranger's head, as he figured that it was some human welcoming ritual. The man pulled away laughing, as if Toddlk had done something he found funny. "The dorm buildings are right over there, if you would like to get settled into your room," said the supposed scientist, pointing to a large building down the street and to the right. "I have to stay here to welcome our other guests, so I'll see you later." As Todd turned to leave, now on his own, the man waved at him. Todd waved back, grinning stupidly, before making his way to his room.

The dorm building was about two stories tall and quite wide. Its outer facade seemed quite new, not a single crack to be found upon its surface. It had a few steps leading up to its wooden door, which Todd quickly climbed, prying the entrance open. He stepped inside, finding the foyer to give off a very quaint feel. The lobby had comfortable looking couches inside, and a television hanging upon the far wall. Steps lead up to the next story, a small platform above holding the entrance to six different rooms. The young alien hurried up the steps, finding that, upon each door, two names were plastered. Todd searched until he found his own name, next to the name of a stranger. Eagerly, he stepped into his new bedroom. To his surprise, it seemed quite homey, so he plopped his suitcase down upon the floor. The room contained a large bunk bed, a small kitchen area with a mini-fridge and microwave, and a bathroom tucked away in the back. Todd, unknowing of what to do next, sat himself down upon the floor and stared at the door.


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Jemma stared blankly at the bland, arid landscape outside the car. The occasional cactus passed by every once in a while, and, though that had been exciting at first and Gem had asked the suited men up front as many questions as they would allow, even the cacti they passed quickly became dull. It felt as though they had been driving all day, and she had been flying for the past two days without much time to adjust either. A large sliver of sunlight came through the highly tinted windows of the air-conditioned car, and since they had been driving one way for a long time, it was starting to make her bare legs hot and uncomfortable.

For Gem, most of the trip had been somewhat of a disappointment. When her parents dropped her off, they were running late, so she hardly got the chance to say goodbye. At the end of a long, Trans-Atlantic flight, she expected to be in America, and maybe even sightsee before the flight to Arizona, but her overnight layover was in Canada of all places. The man in a suit who picked her up in Canada drove her directly to a hotel and immediately escorted her to her room, making sure she knew she was not allowed to wander. He would not even answer her questions, responding only with a stony glare. She was obviously no more than an interruption to his usual work. He made sure she got on her flight and left without even a wave as she boarded. She never even got the rude man’s name.

After another long flight from Canada to here, Jemma was picked up by the two agents currently sitting in the front. The driver had yet to say anything, but the man with a gun in the passenger seat answered some of her questions at least. Well, to an extent. Still, Gem felt wary of the man. He had a certain air about him that made her uneasy. Eventually, he had tired of them and told her to hush. It had been probably an hour since then, and Jemma debated whether to break that silence.

Finally, boredom won out. “Uh, Agent Neman, was it? Are we at least getting close? And are there any other towns nearby?” She heard a sigh from the front seat.

The man cleared his throat before answering, “Yes, and no.”

She gave her own sigh, and a short, “Oh,” in response. A moment of staring out the window later, Gem tried another question that had been on her mind. “Are there any animals out here? I haven’t seen a thing. Or is it too hot for them?” She noticed him look at her in the mirror for a moment, and met his eyes, well, sunglasses, for a moment.

He gave what Gem assumed might pass for a smile and said in an almost sarcastic tone, “Oh, yeah, there are animals out here. Coyotes, rodents, lizards, snakes. Lots of spiders and scorpions. Be sure to shake out your shoes before putting them on and you’ll be fine.” As he looked to the front, he suddenly said, “There it is.” The driver gave what sounded like a sigh of relief, and Gem rolled her eyes. Soon, Jemma was straining at her seatbelt to see it, but her view was mostly blocked by Agent Neman’s big head. Perhaps the seat to, but his head was more annoying.

She quickly undid her seatbelt and moved to the middle seat, leaning forward to see better. Neman growled at her to sit back down, but she ignored him. Odd how easy it was to ignore a man with a gun. Jemma could soon make out a large, bland grey stone wall that stood out from the dessert. As they got closer, she caught the sun flashing off what seemed to be barbed wire strung about the top. Neman shouted at her to sit back in her seat and she scowled at him, but obediently moved. They would be there in a couple minutes anyway, so she refused to put her seatbelt back on. She was too irritable and annoyed at ‘Agent Neman’ if that was even his real name, to be totally agreeable right then.

Finally, the car slowed to a stop before the gate and Jemma noticed the slew of guards patrolling about the entrance. A nervous flutter settled in her stomach. It looked like a prison. Agent Neman opened the door, and as she got out, the urge to run suddenly came upon her. She stood glued to the spot for a moment as the agent approached the gate. She realized he had put her bags down in front of her, and, for some reason, that snapped her out of it. She slung the two smaller ones over her shoulder and pulled up the handle of large rolling suitcase.

As she approached, Agent Neman began speaking to one of the guards. A hand suddenly rested on her shoulder, and Gem squealed at the sudden contact, almost jumping out of her skin. She turned to look behind her and saw that it was the driver. He immediately shushed her. “Not my fault you’re so quiet,” Gem grumbled. Finally, the gate was opened, and the driver gave her a little nudge before turning back to the idling car. Gem huffed, but grabbed her suitcase and went inside the gate.

As soon as she entered, her jaw dropped and all her anxiety faded. It was not like a prison at all. It looked like a typical suburb. Everything looked new and well maintained. A man in a white lab coat Jemma had not noticed before began addressing her. “Well, Miss Zanthe, correct?” He did not wait for her to nod before continuing, “If you would just head to the dorm building over there, your Alien roommate should arrive soon.” He then walked off toward the gate. For a moment, Jemma was too distracted identifying the building he had pointed out to notice what else he had said. Soon, it hit her and she turned to ask what he meant by alien. He was no longer paying attention to her, and one of the guards made an annoying shooing motion when Jemma called out to the scientist.

She huffed, annoyed at all the people who refused to answer her questions, and stomped over to the dorm building. What had the scientist meant by alien anyway? Her mind immediately went to all the T.V. shows she had seen about “alien encounters.” She had always thought the people were just crazy. On the other hand, there was the supposed “Area 51” that was supposed to be somewhere in the American southwest, right? What if this was it? Would she end up seeing an alien? As Jemma entered the building and was immediately cooled by a wave of icy air, she began picturing the typical green alien with a bulbous head and large, beady black eyes. She shook her head as she pulled her heavy suitcase up the stairs. There was no way aliens could be real.

She searched for her name among those on the door, and finally found it. Next to her name was ‘Delandrea AbreV`k.’ That didn’t seem too horribly alien, but maybe foreign. ‘Oh!’ Gem thought, ‘maybe he meant a foreigner. She could be Russian, or something with a last name like that.’ Gem nodded, that had to be it. Unfortunately, Russian was one of the languages she knew only a few phrases in. Hopefully this Delandrea person knew English well enough that they would have no issues. If not, maybe she knew German or French?

Jemma opened the door to reveal a nice looking room, set her bags to the side, and clambered up to the top bunk. She decided to wait until her roommate showed up. She was too full of questions to start unpacking yet.


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D`ersh Sector coordinates 92843
219,122 Terran miles above Terran surface

XXX - Mission briefing – Delandrea AbreV'k - XXX
XXX - Temporally assigned to independent communications operation department - XXX
XXX - Observer to Terra Major - XXX


###You are assigned to the Terran Sytem AberV'k, your mission is to observe local alien representatives during the Terran galactic audience request###

###The Terrans have expressed the wish to convene a summit on their planet to improve interplanetary relations between their system and the local sentient beings. Though technology theft was suspected by the intelligence department as the reason behind this summit, risks deemed acceptable###

###The 7th Flotilla shall remain in the Terran system suitably camouflaged should you require extraction###

###Terran technology is deemed unremarkable but hazardous, global military presence assessed at 175% above late interplanetary exploration stage average, due to remaining sectarian divisions###

###3 unknown space platforms have been detected during the past planetary rotation – assume this to indicate the minimum number of arriving representatives...

Del read the briefing, a puzzling procedure. Like all Aber, and almost all Ky'R she could access such information though computer databanks at will… normally.

For 15 Terran "days", Del had been absorbing the Terran written and spoken language – programing her senses to process both. Of the two variants she had processed, Del had focused on Russian – deemed the most advanced language on the planet. English, the more common language was known to her, but Del struggled with its nuances.

"What's in those papers yar reading?" – asked the shrouded Terran, his features well and duly covered by his space colored outfit. Del hadn't distinguished herself in the study of Terran dressing habits – but in her mind, this so called "suite" was impractical for security personal.

Del ignored the question and folded the reports back into a round canister she carried, much like several passing humans she had seen do – such was the nature of primitive technology.

Stranded as she was on a planet with no grid infrastructure to speak of, Del would have to get use to making use of such lesser means.

The suited man seemed irritated at the silence but didn't pry further, Terrans where curious but that curiosity did not come before professionalism – and Del respected the security man for it.

The reminder of the journey was spent in silence though Del did not gain much peace of mind for it. The consistent "bumps" of the… land rover, as Terrans called them kept Del's sensor output hazy.

When they finally arrived at their destination, Del struggled to disembark from the infernal machine and moved unevenly towards the complex – past a moderate series of defensive fortifications around the inside buildings. A white cladded Terran male came forward and made his greetings known. Del in the meantime noted that the dark color was consistent with the security cast while the white appeared to be that of the Scientific cast amongst these people.

"Greetings, greetings to you! You must be Delandrea AbreV'k – representative of the Ky'R Empire. We where told to expect your arrival, a tad late but we are glad to have a representative from your esteemed people. Now, your human companion has already arrived and will be glad to meet you! Thank you again for coming!"

Del was never given the chance to speak to this person before his attention seemed to be diverted by a series of beeping noise on one of the computing machines. An unfortunate shortcoming of the humans but it could not be helped. Del was, however surprised at the fact that both the security man and the scientist spoke this plain dialect called "English", it had been her impression that Russian was the language of technological innovation.

Del made her way towards the rooms, arriving both to her own living quarters and to the conclusion that these human companions must be the superior charges of their race and therefor most likely speakers of the superior Terran dialect known as Russian.

Del opened the door and soon noted the presence of the surprisingly small female, Del remained silent for a few moments unsure if this was her charge but decided to assume she was. The human was busy removing the contents of her containers and placing them on one of the sleeping areas of the compartment.

Del saw this as, most likely a rite of some sort marking ownership of a territory and proceeded to do the same with the contents of her containers… or bags as they called them – least the Terran presume to claim her part of the room.

As she set the containers on her "bunk", ignoring the human momentarily as she did so but then, Del turned towards the human and bowed her head in traditional Ky'R acknowledgment. though they may foes in the quest for territory in these rooms, Del was prepared to compromise over half of it. She meant for the Terran to understand her initial silence as the mark of recognizing their division and the show of respect as Del's wishes to exist mutually.

Del spoke her prepared greeting in Russian to the human:" I bid you Greetings, Zantfee chosen of the Terrans. Though you are aware of my titled name, Delandrea AbreV'k, you may simply call me Del whilst we are addressing each other".

"I shall conclude my formal greeting by stating that the Ky'R Empire holds this mission with great regard and intends to put aside previous aggressive histories for a mantel of mutual and enlightened self-interest of all the parties involved".

Del repeated her words in English just in case the Terran failed to understand them but struggled to find a word which conveyed the meaning of Ky'R which in human dialect conveyed "Peoples Empire".


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Jemma swung her legs slightly as she sat on the top bunk. Every time she heard noise out in the hall, she looked to the door, but her roommate had yet to enter. After a few moments, she glared at her bags which still had to be unpacked. It would be something to do so she would not go nuts just sitting there waiting, but she wasn’t quite that desperate yet. Instead, she pushed herself off the bed, dropping into a crouch as she hit the floor with a small thud. Gem stood and walked over to one of the windows in the room. Perhaps there would be something interesting to see?

As she looked, she soon realized the window was on the wrong side of the building to see much of anything. Most of the view was blocked by a neighboring building, and Gem wished she could see out to the gate. Still, even in the air-conditioned building, she could feel some of the heat through the window. Gem was in no mood to face the heat unless she was in a nice cool pool, and even being in a pool was no fun unless there were others there. No, she would stay in the room at least until she met her roommate. Then, perhaps, she could suggest something for them to do together, or even go meet the others here. She had seen their names on the other doors, but had not really paid attention to them. Jemma did recall that some of the names had been rather strange.

Her mind went back to what the scientist had said as she stared blankly out the window. Something about an “alien” roommate? Or maybe he did say foreign. She couldn’t remember now. Either way, there was probably nothing to worry about, and Gem would have the opportunity to learn about a foreign culture! That could be exciting. As long as her roommate liked her, Gem was sure it would be plenty of fun.

After only a few minutes, Gem began to get rather anxious. Looking out the window just was not enough to distract her. Finally, she gave in and dragged her suitcase over to the closet. Thankfully, there were already hangers, she didn’t think about packing that particular item. She unzipped the bulky bag and began haphazardly throwing her clothing onto the hangers and stuffing them into the closet. This was always one of her least favorite tasks, especially when moving.

Jemma almost missed hearing the door open, and rather belatedly turned to see who it was. She quickly realized there was a girl standing in the doorway. She had rather odd blue hair, but Jemma had seen more exotic colors. The girl came in and set her bags on the lower bunk, and Gem managed to squeak out a surprised, “Oh, hi. Didn’t see you there.”

As Jemma turned, she had managed to get several of the hangars she was holding in an odd entanglement involving one of her shirts. It took a few moments of irritating disentangling before she could rescue the garment, and she laid the excess hangers on top of her half empty suitcase, turning just in time to see the blue-haired girl nod in her direction as she began her own unpacking. Gem crossed the room to the beds, and her roommate began speaking in Russian. Jemma was hardly able to decipher any of the quick words coming at her, and she could only think, ‘So I guessed right, she must be Russian… I do hope she knows English….’ Gem could only pick out a few words, and she was quickly getting confused.

Still, Gem did not have to worry long, as the girl repeated her greeting in English. She seemed to hesitate more, especially before she said she was from something like the “People’s Empire.” Is that what Russians called Russia? Gem had not been there herself, so she couldn’t be sure.

Once her roommate, Del apparently, finished her introduction, Jemma gave a small relieved laugh while smoothing the back of her hair. “Nice to meet you Del. My Russian is a bit elementary, so I am glad you speak English,” she started, smiling warmly. “Oh! I am Jemma by the way. Jemma Zanthe. You can call me whatever you like, but a lot of my friends call me Gem.”

She extended her right hand for a hand shake before asking curiously, “The ‘People’s Empire’? That is Russia, right? Sorry for not knowing. I haven’t actually been there, so some of the lingo goes over my head a bit.”


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Elementary Russian?, Del was taken aback but not surprised - maybe these youths only studied the advanced language later?

Del was surprised however at the human's extended hand... though not as insulted as she would have been had this human companion been male. Del thought extensively, this hand movement strongly implied a part of the bonding ritual - an action she would have to undertake at this time, one Terran year ahead. Could she return this gesture? what did it mean to Terrnas?, she could only assume it meant some sort of greeting but... could it be as committing as the Ky'R relative gesture?

"Do excuse me, but I wish to understand to what extent you signify your social advances through your hand? Among our people's Empire, we do take to ourselves meaning of hand bond, I do not know what the hand bond signifies to people to... English speaker".

Del had struggled with the sentence, with this English. Her earlier presentation had been memorized, but she hadn't thought to prepare herself for extended adaptive use of English.

The ‘People’s Empire’? That is Russia, right? Sorry for not knowing. I haven’t actually been there, so some of the lingo goes over my head a bit.”

Del was puzzled, Ky'R where the people and thereby to Terrans people's Empire. Russian was the advanced dialect, not a place - did the Terran mean she had not studied Russian? and what could be lingo? had the Terran meant she did not posses the aptitude to manage Russian words? Was the Terran asking if she had studied Russian? no... it seemed more likely that the question was weather all Ky'R spoke Russian... was the great cast of Terrans so segregated it did not communicate with the inferiors, was this Terran wondering if Del was one of the technology speakers?

"Of my understanding of your query, I am not certain. People's Empire is of my people, I deliver the meaning of Russian but the people do not manage through Russian. We know of Russian, but the people speak as we move - sing our intent though trials and adversity". - Del paused, could it be possible that the Russians had not informed her companion of the mission?, Del did not know how to explain.

Del stepped back and looked towards her bunk and back to "Gem", gesturing for her to follow her as she walks towards her things. Del opened her canister and removed her collection of chats - marked data nodes which stored much information. Each chart was black, blank but for a series of designations stating the chart's function. It was a triangular shaped object, the size of a opened hand. one of the three points to the triangular was a finger high while the depending lines to the other two points lowered to the point of but a mere nail of thickness at the ends.

Del put the chart down on the bunk and told it (mind to machine) to expand outwards as the housing height contracted to a nail's thickness. The eventual deployment claimed the size of a Terran "pillow". the dark matter faded at small tiny points revealing differently colored round objects, patterns, borders and systems.

Del didn't know if the Terran understood, the many objects where little different then grains of Terran sand.

"This is the people's Empire, we fly, swim and walk in the light but our hearts drive us from the beacons of our paradise to the darkness of the horizon".

Del could not find the words, they lost meaning and significance through direct talk but could she belittle her meaning?


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Todd found that his wait was not long at all, as, within a few moments, he noticed the doorknob turn. The opening of the door followed with the entrance of another being, a person which Todd assumed was human. The boy introduced himself, stating that his name was Ian, a shortened version of Julian. He also paired his name with the question "What's up?", a phrase that the alien did not understand. "What's... up?" he asked, leaning his head back to check. "The.... bed above me?" He had no idea why anybody would care to know what was above him, but he knew it must have made sense to humans.

After answering the human's odd question, Todd turned back to his roommate. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ian. My name is Toddlk Lorav, but most people seem to have difficulty saying that here, so call me Todd if you find that easier to say." He didn't exactly know how to greet the people of Earth, and he debated trying the strange head tap that a scientist had used on him a few minutes before. However, a quick read of the human's emotions told him that he had done all that he needed to with his introduction.

Without much of a hesitation, Ian responded with a question. "So are you really an alien? Or is this some huge, complex, practical joke?" asked the human, who now settled down upon the floor.

"Yep, I'm really an alien!" he cried, as if the statement had excited him. Technically, from Todd's perspective, Ian was an alien also, but since Todd had come to his planet, he figured it was only right for that title to go to him. "I'm from Fleiohiri, although it's quite far away so I doubt you've heard much about it. It's a lot warmer there," Todd said as he fidgeted with his blanket. "So, are you from around here?"

Toddlk leaned forward, allowing his roommate to answer. Everything about earth intrigued him, leaving his mind practically begging for information and insight. However, only a few moments passed before a loud voice, belonging to neither of the occupants in the room, echo throughout their dorm. The sudden noise, which came from below the bunks, scared the poor alien sitting above it half to death. "Hello there, participants. I hope that you are all settling down into your rooms and getting to know your partners. As you've probably realized by now, half of you... aren't from around here. As its getting later, the staff of this facility have decided to order you all pizza. If you could begin to make your way to the foyer downstairs for dinner, that'd be great."

Sliding off the bed, Todd decided to examine the source of this voice. He lowered himself onto his hands and knees, not giving Ian much of an explanation to his random behavior, and peered under the bunk. It was there that he found a speaker, one of the many that must have been rigged in every room. He wondered if the scientists could hear them as well as talk to them.

This did not bother Toddlk, though, as he had not come to Earth with intent to judge its people. If it was a human thing to hook up software in the bedrooms of citizens so that you could listen in on them, then who was Todd to deem it odd? Anyway, he had other things to wonder about. For one, what was pizza? He guessed that humans ate it, and he would most likely eat it as well. Although, he couldn't help but wonder if the alien food of Earth would agree with his digestive system, built for foods Earth did not have to offer. Todd had not been smart enough to pack snacks in case he couldn't eat human cuisine, but he didn't worry about it too much. He didn't even seem to care much when he came to the realization that anything and everything about Earth could possibly disagree with his alien body. His solution to his slightly pessimistic thought was to simply not get sick.

Quickly realizing how awkward he must have looked, Todd stood up and dusted himself off. "Should we get going?" he asked Julian.


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Jemma looked on in confusion as Del seemed abashed by Gem’s outstretched hand. It was not like Gem was asking her to dance or anything, but the blue-haired woman seemed confused and wary all the same. When she finally spoke, her accent seemed a bit heavier. English was definitely not Del’s first language. Maybe Jemma would be better off learning more Russian… Perhaps Del could help her learn as Gem helped her with English?

"Do excuse me, but I wish to understand to what extent you signify your social advances through your hand? Among our people's Empire, we do take to ourselves meaning of hand bond, I do not know what the hand bond signifies to people to... English speaker".

“Oh!” Gem said, coloring slightly. She had dealt with other cultures fairly often, but it was always embarrassing when she ended up doing something that was more offensive or intimate than what she meant. She withdrew her hand and began nervously fiddling with her fingers. “Sorry, I wasn’t aware of that. In most cultures, it is just a polite greeting. Like, you know, when you meet someone or are conducting business especially. No biggie though,” she said hurriedly. Though Gem had been looking down throughout most of the speech, she looked up at Del with the last sentence and gave an embarrassed smile. It would not be cool if Del had thought Jemma was upset over the misunderstanding in any way. She already decided to be a bit more cautious about what she did. It would probably be awkward at first trying to navigate around the possible pitfalls of an unfamiliar culture, but Jemma was willing to do everything she could. It would probably end up being really fun to learn about this new culture.

Del’s response to what the so called “People’s Empire” was only confused Gem more. It seemed that Del had sort of misunderstood her question. By quite a bit, actually. Gem stammered, “No, no. I did not mean what language you speak. I—” Gem said, cutting off because she did not really know how to explain. She was beginning to think that Del was not exactly from Russia. The question now was where the blue-haired girl was from.

A look of what Gem hoped was understanding crossed Del’s features. She motioned Gem over as she sat on the bunk and began opening a metal canister of some sort and sorting through rolls of blackened paper. Jemma was immediately curious about what was on the papers, but that did not seem to be Del’s focus at this point. The thing Del pulled out was triangular, with one side higher than the other two. Jemma looked at the object curiously. She had never seen anything like it before, and had no idea what its function could be. She did not see Dell move her fingers or press any sort of button, so she was surprised when the device suddenly changed shape.

Jemma moved to sit on the bed near the girl, her eyes fixed on the now larger machine. Small dots of light speckled the surface sporadically, and Gem tried to make sense of what they were meant to represent. As the design fully surfaced, she was able to make out different, irregular shapes. After a moment, Gem’s mind was able to grasp the meaning. “Oh, it’s a map!” Del explained that what was shown was the People’s Empire, with a whole bunch more poetic phrasing that completely went over Gem’s head. Jemma examined the map carefully, trying to figure out what country it could be. The shape did not seem familiar at all, and Gem’s lack of knowledge frustrated her more than a little.

Not wanting to seem overly ignorant, Jemma suddenly said, “Yeah, now I get it. I know where that is. Thanks! I… uhh...” she stammered, not sure where to go with that. As if on cue, a voice suddenly sounded out of nowhere, rescuing Gem from her awkward lie. Gem jumped at the unexpected noise and hit her head hard on the wood of the top bunk. Jemma flopped back down on the bed for a second. She groaned softly, rubbing the sore spot on her head as she stood. The voice seemed to come out of nowhere, and she looked around for it as it spoke.

"Hello there, participants. I hope that you are all settling down into your rooms and getting to know your partners. As you've probably realized by now, half of you... aren't from around here. As its getting later, the staff of this facility have decided to order you all pizza. If you could begin to make your way to the foyer downstairs for dinner, that'd be great."

As she was unable to find where it was coming from, Gem just guessed there was a small speaker somewhere in the room. She opened the door and looked out as a couple more doors opened around the hall. She turned to face Del as she fully opened the door. “Might as well, right? Wanna go get some of that pizza?” Jemma said, smiling uncertainly.