Flag, space to flick thru the drawings, click the make them go away. Clicking the purple doodle brings you to the ref. click to exit. Hopefully that's not too confusing :) ———————————————— SUBJECT 2 Nicoise (Nick) Martin Male He/Him Human Mainly friendly and docile until provoked, then will become very aggressive. Easily annoyed, lover of sarcasm, quick to anger. Shares close connection with SUBJECT 1 [Nova]
SESSION 1 TRANSCRIPT Hey, let's do this one last time. The name's Nick, just Nick. I know what it says in the bio, ignore it. Nova says I have to do this report thing for…reasons. I don’t really know why, she didn’t specify. But hey, If I don't record it, well, who would ever know? How would you, a simple, normal person ever learn such a crazy story? Even if you did, would you believe me? In your place, I definitely wouldn’t. And why would I? Aliens in New York? A girl from outer space? Spaceship Dogfights? Waffle-cooking lazer guns? A galactic garrison of assorted extraterrestrials? A crystal shard that can discharge unlimited energy? My life has been...well, pretty weird. See, I was born in Canada, Quebec to be specific. But we moved when I was like eight years old. So we ended up in NYC. I was never really… liked in school. I looked different, I sounded different, even my fashion sense was somehow not good enough. They liked to call me ‘Stormy-side-up’ for my signature hoodie and my attitude. That only made me more angry. One foggy day I was leaving our apartment when I glanced up and saw it, some sort of plane streak across the sky and into the horizon with a bang. I looked around, but nobody seemed to notice the event. So I shrugged and moved on. I rode to school like I always did. I got teased and got angry and got in trouble like every other day. But this was not every other day. This was the day I first met Nova. As I was sitting in the chair outside the office I heard a door open down the hall and a girl came in. She was easily the strangest person I’d ever seen. She had what I thought was a backpack on, with a little tube connecting to a mask around her face. So she kinda looked like a scuba diver. Her eyes were pink, and I mean really pink. And her hair had two little bits that stuck up like antennae. All I could think was: finally, someone weirder than me. “Hello,” she said “Oh, uh, hi.” I muttered nervously. “What are you doing?” “Er, waiting for the principal, what’s it look like I’m doin’?” “Principal...is he like your commander or something?” She asked curiously. “No, he’s like our principal.” I said, already getting annoyed. But that’s about when I got called inside. But it didn’t end there. The girl started following me. Not in a creepy stalker-ish way, more like a stray cat. She would go to the same classes as me and just generally stay close. I ended up talking to her a bit more at lunch, trying to figure out what her deal was. All I got was that she wasn’t from around here, but she wouldn’t say where. She even tried to follow me home. Which was a bit of a problem because the pack of morons just loves to chase me all the way home. She was going to get caught by them, I knew it. She didn’t even have a bike. So I did the only thing I could think of. I grabbed her hand, practically threw her onto the seat behind me and told her to hang on. We raced through the streets, five or so bullies at our heels. The girl, Nova as I had found out at lunch, was surprisingly perfectly balanced riding on the back. She even somehow turned herself around and was giving me directions. Though some of them sounded more like battle formations. I glanced around and almost had to stop the bike. Her sweater was torn. Revealing a large pink scaly tail and in her hand she held what looked like a gun. I shook my head and refocused on the road, no time for that now. Finally we made it to the old Asian restaurant around the corner from my house and fell inside. The owner, a man named Hiro, never let the bullies in his restaurant. It had become something of a safe haven for me. He looked up from his mopping the floors and regarded us with a blank look. “Table for two?” He asked. So we ate Chinese food and talked. I grilled her and she finally gave me the details. She was an alien, obviously. Some sort of new species made by other aliens aboard their cool space station headquarters. The station was powered by a crystal shard. No one really knew what it was, other than it generated seemingly unlimited power. So the aliens wanted to find more crystals. They kept sending out troops to explore different galaxies and try to find more of them. Nova had always wanted to be one of them. Until she had figured out that when the aliens didn’t find a crystal in a certain galaxy, they blew it up. Disgusted by this revelation, she stole the one crystal they did have and a ship and flew off. But she crashed here when her engines had stopped working. Now she was on the run from some crazy evil aliens, trying to keep the crystal out of their hands. I contemplated all of this while crunching on my egg roll. Wait, hold on, Nova’s just walked in. Hey! How’s it go-...wait...what do you mean they want me to stop?...Not detailed enough?....So you’re saying they want me to do this whole thing over again? I was doing so-oh, let me turn this stupid thing off real quick. CLICK!
