#alien bb

[skelesart]

alien bb

[thewinningscenario]

It was great fun for some time watching these strangers stomp clueless through the forest like one of the large oafish herding animals they had in the village. Wait they were stopping to eat some sort of strange orb. What was it? The leader had also noticed her! How long had he known? With a guilty expression, the little girl emerged from the bush she was hiding in. Her simple tunic dress was as blue as the headband tied on her bald head. The leader didn't seem mad, but one was never too careful

Jim smiled kindly. He avoided showing his teeth- some cultures reacted poorly to it, as if it were a sign of aggression. Valid, granted. Raising his eyebrows, he took a large bite of his own apple to prove it was safe. He rolled the one he held between his fingers forward so that she wouldn't have to touch him to take it, keeping himself on the floor as unintimidatingly as possible.

[thewinningscenario]

A rustling can be heard behind the away crew, following them as they journeyed through the underbrush. A little village girl watched curiously from a nearby shrub, but she wasn't quite as clever as she would have thought. Her bright red skin didn't exactly blend in with the decidedly-not-bright-red foliage.

Jim's steps were loud, exaggerated not-paying-attention. He winked at Hendorff when man nearly asked him a question about it, a finger to his lips. His eyes shone with mirth even while he valiantly attempted to hide his amusement. He'd never been good at that. How long would she follow them without a word, flashes of red between the trees?

After a good ten more minutes if stomping through the forest, Jim dropped to the floor. "Picnic, I think," he said too loudly, pulling hydroponically-grown apples from his satchel. The rest of the going away team followed his example with mild grumbling. He'd never been particularly... usually.

Turning suddenly towards the girl, he grinned, holding one of the shiny fruits out. "Want one?"