Fawn had spent most of the time either actively trying on clothes, most of which fit her surprisingly well, or just investigating various things in the room. She had set aside a pile of things that were viable as outfits, and settled for now on wearing a white sundress that she felt complimented her hat fairly well. She had decided to keep her tattered space suit, just in case. Maddox's voice caught her off guard-- by that time she had settled down on the edge of the bed with a plushie in each hand and was flopping them around to try to guess what the material they were stuffed with was.
"It might be crazy," she called back, "but what adventure is not? I mean, how lenient is your government regarding such things?"
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What adventure is not- That's what this was. He was going on an adventure, a real, honest to goodness, adventure, to reunite an alien with her other half so that they could be rescued by their own people and go back to space and do whatever it was they were doing in the first place. He grinned broadly-
"Lets go now then, before I think about how much Agent Smith is gonna hate me later- I'm not actually sure how lenient the government is, they might handle things differently 'cause aliens." He swung the van keys around on their ring, practically running out towards the van, the sun setting gold and pink over the horizon.
Im so braindead but I wanted to get something out before I go to sleep so -
Fawn was cheered by his sudden burst of enthusiasm, and gathered all the clothes and the items she'd grabbed from her pod and threw them (rather haphazardly) into a box she'd found in the closet. After a minute or two, she walked out to Maddox's van, marveling at it for a moment. "What a large vehicle!" she said, placing her box in the open trunk. "It is so... boxy. Will this carry us all the way to Alaska?"
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"Hell yeah she will!" Maddox thumped the back of the van as he closed up the trunk, then clambering into the front seat, leaning over to open the passenger door for Fawn. "Margret here's gone all over, I'm sure she can handle a little jaunt up to the last frontier so that you can get to the final frontier!" He was running through a mental checklist, questioning the note he had pinned up on the door- evading government, went to Australia, be back some time later. It wouldn't actually tell anyone anything other than that his absence was planned. No one would be looking for him other than Agent Smith anyways.
"So- where you're from, do you guys have like...flying cars? Or just regular vehicles, I've always wondered if casual flight transport is actually a good idea, since driving makes sense, y'know?"
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Fawn climbed in with a strong sense of wonder, running her hand across the door and seat before she settled in completely. "This is somewhat similar to some of the more archaic vehicles on my planet, although I have only ever seen them in museums before. Currently, virtually all mid to long range transport is aerial. Short range land transport is done either on rail vehicles that carry many passengers, on foot, or in small, two or four passenger personal rail cabs." She pulled at the seatbelt gently, then let go, looking shocked and amused when it retracted. "What is the top speed on this vehicle?"
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"Ol' Margret reaches up to 70, but she starts rattling somethin' awful, so we gotta be careful with that. Hasn't seen a lot of action in my life time, so I'm a little worried, but I'm sure she'll be fine." He said, buckling up his seatbelt. As if in response to what he was saying, the old volkswagon bus rattled and coughed a few times before the engine kicked into life, and Maddox took a few seconds to make sure his seat was adjusted-
"Might want to buckle up- not because I'm a bad driver. Just might be a hard one to explain, if we get pulled over. I mean, can you get a ticket if you're not from this planet? Or does the ticket go to me?" He mused, wishing he knew more about the way the law worked. He didn't pay much attention in Government, and he figured they probably hadn't covered this anyways. He felt like he was buzzing with excitement as he started out and down the long driveway, eventually passing the geese, which caused a ruckus, and the pigs, which did their best to get run over, before they were on a paved road.
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Following Maddox's lead, Fawn buckled her seatbelt, staring in awe and fear as the van roared to life and started moving. "This is insane," she said, with a tiny breathless laugh, "I am in a vehicle about to travel across a continent on an alien world with a native-- a human-- that I only just met." She grinned broadly. "I love it!" As they set off, she busied herself observing the geese and pigs while trying in vain to tuck her ears into the hat band. "What are those?" she asked, pointing to the farm animals.
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"Tell me about it man," Maddox said, leaning over to dig through the glove compartment blindly before pulling out a disk sleeve and flipping aimlessly through it. He glanced aside at the animals as they passed by- "Uh- the fat short guys are pigs. Smart little guys, kinda cute when their babies, they'll eat anything. Long necked ones with two legs are geese. If you ever run into them outside of an enclosure do not engage." He stared at them, squawking as they drove by- "They are not friendly. Pigs'll only eat you if you die in there. Geese will wish you dead." So maybe he was being a little dramatic, but he felt it was necessary, Fawn seemed like the friendly type, the kind of person who would see the graceful, long necked beasts as something pretty, something approachable. He had, once.
He cleared his throat- "And- um, that's a horse. Kinda flighty, some are nice, some aren't, kinda a hit or miss. There's a crash corse on farm animals for you. We'll probably see some cows later, they're big on their tongues, kind of like toddlers."
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Fawn's eyes widened as she listened to his explanation. "Why do you keep such dangerous beasts captive? Are they for food or entertainment?" She considered how much meat would be on each of them. Horses and pigs seemed like decent choices for livestock, but the geese baffled her. Did humans eat feathers?
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"Well- food, I guess. Not the horses, people ride them for fun now, but they used to be a way of getting around. Horse drawn carriages and stuff- people still use them with plows in other parts of the world." He paused briefly and wondered if he should try and get into Mules and Donkeys, but decided that unless they saw any, he'd better not, "People eat the pigs pretty widely, but some cultures definitely do not- I think bacon is great, you should look at your little chart and see if you can eat it because man, good stuff." He held a disk up to his eyes from where he'd been digging through, a white one with sharpie scrawled on it in different colors, "Geese...I'm not actually sure why they have them. Eggs, maybe? And you can eat goose, too, I think some people still do that." He fumbled with the disk before sliding it into the slot, and started music playing.
"Do you guys have livestock on your planet?" He asked, picturing blue cows in his mind.
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"Oh, I see." Fawn nodded. "Horses are archaic transportation creatures-- we have something like them on our planet, but they were mostly used to traverse volcanically active areas, since they had tough, metal-like skin and were not harmed by heat or acidity. They mostly exist in captivity now, since volcanic areas are home to power stations and manufacturing facilities these days." She tilted her head, about to answer his question about livestock when her left ear flicked downwards and free of the hat band. "Curses--" she muttered, holding up her datapad like a mirror. "--livestock, though? Not much anymore. Most of us who still live on the homeworld eat plant or fish based diets, with other meats being synthesized for convenience. Sometimes, as a rare treat, we will enjoy actual organic meat. But since nutrient cubes became commercially available, full meals have been reserved mostly for social occasions or bonding activities..."
She was going to say more, but trailed off as the music started. "What is this?" -
"Maybe we can get you a bandanna or something..." He said, glancing at Fawn as she struggled with her ears. They were, in the daylight, the most obvious part of her, so that along with sunglasses, could allow her to view the world outside of the confines of the car or shadow of night. He had to remind himself though, they weren't tourists, they were going somewhere for a good reason.
"Metal horses...that's pretty hard core. And this! This is the Texas Tornados, Hey Baby Que Paso. Good stuff, I love it, my sister probably put the disk together for- uh, my mom. I think. Probably my mom." He frowned a little- he hadn't really looked at the disk any harder than seeing that it had Stacys hand writing on it.
[[fun fact Maddox has three sisters with personalities and yet I've never pinned down theIR NAMES FOR GOODNSESS SAKES I CAN NOT but the youngest sister is Stacy. Idk about the other two yet]]
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((sorry I'm so late with this I'm still fighting off this damn cold))
Fawn tilted her head, removing the hat halfway to free her ears before squinting and pulling the brim down a bit to shield her eyes. "Music." she observed. "Very different from the music on my homeworld..." She trailed off, listening to it, one ear eventually starting to twitch along with the rhythm of the song. "I can appreciate this." she concluded eventually.
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"Oh there's all kinds of music- this is just one flavor. We'll listen to more in that case probably." He said, wondering what it was they listened to. His mind produced a mess of static and loud honking noises, but a sideways glance at Fawn told him that they probably listened to something more melodic than that.
"Three of them, actually, and god no, we don't share a soul," he let out a snort of laughter, "Stacy's the youngest before me, and then you've got Abigail, who's tried to get me killed on multiple accounts," an exaggeration- she'd let him believe a trash bag wouldn't make a fine parachute off the roof, and then later, one of his earlier flying constructs and a cliff. Neither event had turned out well, "and then Diana- she kind of raised us. Well, mostly me, but Stacy had some growing to do and Abby helped out with work'n stuff." He was rambling a little, but hadn't noticed yet- it was difficult, he was so chatty, but it was so hard to know what to ask her, where o start.