#intergalactic motel

[froggyfroo-art]

First drawing for art fight that ended up becoming a revenge because it took so long: All of @battychaichilla's Intergalactic Motel Boys! Left to right, top row then bottom row: Derek, Rzeznik, Collins, Marshal, Luc, Spear, Orestes and Lyncis. The concept was 'otome title card' essentially!

[ID: A digital drawing of 8 of Battychaichilla's OCs done as an attack for art fight. All of the characters are arranged in an oval with four in the foreground and four in the background, and all appear as human men.

In the top left is Derek, a lean man with tan skin and long black hair that fades into white at the ends. He is standing with his arms folded with a frown. To the right of him is Rzeznik Silvering, a white man with short brown hair that partially covers the left side of his face. He has a friendly demeanor who is waving at the viewer with a small smile. To the right of him is Collins, who is a slightly tan man with short grey hair who is smirking derisively, the back of his left hand held to his face as of snickering. To his right is Marshall, who is a slightly tan, muscular man with curly white hair and sunglasses. He is standing with his left hand on his hip and his left hand held up in a peace sign by his head, smiling slightly. At the bottom right is Luc, a short, pale white feminine man with shoulder length white hair that fades into black at the ends. He is leaning forward and waving with an open mouthed smile. To his right is Spear, a white haired white man with an excited demeanor who has his left arm outstretched to the viewer with a wide open mouthed smile. To his right is Orestes, a tall, black man with brown, wavy hair that obscures the right side if his face, holding a cup of coffee to the viewer with his left arm. Finally to his right is Lyncis, a white man with short blonde hair in a pair of glasses. He has his back to the viewer and looking over his right shoulder at the viewer, an open book in his hands.

The characters are contained within an oval which has pink roses in the background. Surrounding the oval is a brown background, with the words 'Intergalactic Motel' written on top and below it respectively. There is a white lily with a pink outline in each corner of the image. End ID.]

[battychaichilla]

A character thing for Orestes~ if you’d like to more about his species, hit me up!!

[battychaichilla]

Intergalactic Motel Prologue

Part 1 

Bored. Bored. Bored. Boooored. Bored. Bored. B-O-R-E-D. B-O-R-E-D. B O R E D.... He wondered if he could reach the extent where the word began to lose his meaning. Maybe if boredom didn’t exist anymore, he wouldn’t be so bored. Slumped in a half-asleep stupor, the alien perched his feet on the unoccupied seat next to him and stared up at the ceiling of the ship he was in.

The male seated in front of him glared indignantly. “Really, Rzeznik? Would it kill you to look dignified for once in your life?”

“There’s nobody here, Collins!” Rzeznik protested, stretching his arms out toward all the empty seats around them. “And First Class is boring! There’s nothing to do!”

“Maybe you should study and get ahead in your notes, then,” Collins sniffed. “You brought your books, didn’t you?”

“I know for a fact that that won’t make this any more interesting.”

“But it’ll give you something to do rather than make yourself look like a fool.”

Rzeznik looked at him with an apathetic expression. “Why are we doing this again?”

“You know why.”

“Well yeah, I know why,” he grumbled. “But why are you here?”

Collins tightened his lips before they were forced and twisted into a smile. Rzeznik knew this meant he was extremely annoyed; he only ever made a strained grin when he was trying to bite back his temper. “I’m not exactly sure why either, cousin. It’s certainly not because I like you.”

“The feeling is mutual, believe me,” Rzeznik said flatly. He glanced up at the television screen with the current blockbuster playing, the headphones pulsing with the sound of the movie. He lost interest in the film halfway through, and staring out the window had become tiresome. Browsing the internet quickly lost its appeal as well; it was what he always did at home.

He didn’t think that leaving home would feel the same as being stuck inside it.

Rzeznik slowly sat up in his seat and situated his elbow on the arm rest. He placed his cheek on his palm and watched Collins for a moment. In any other circumstance he wouldn’t feel obligated to start a conversation, but here he was. It was honestly better than nothing. “What are you planning on doing the whole way there?”

Collins had a laptop sitting comfortably on top of his lap. His fingers were tapping away at the keyboard, his olive green eyes flickering irritably up at Rzeznik before shooting back down to the screen. “Working. Unlike you, I actually have something important to do.”

When he refused to clarify, Rzeznik frowned and tapped his fingers against his own face.

“Stop staring at me.”  

Exasperated, Rzeznik held his hands up defensively and stood up from his seat.

“Where in the name of the Black Star do you think you’re going?”

“Bathroom.”

Collins narrowed his eyes at him, but then rolled them and looked back down at his laptop. “Fine. Be quick about it, then.”

“Will do,” Rzeznik said, turning around.

“Rzeznik,” Collins snapped. He pointed to the top of his head. “Hood.”

Rzenzik stuck his tongue out and pulled the brown hood over his head and ears overdramatically before beginning to walk in the direction of the bathroom. Instead of turning and going in, however, he ducked under the velvety curtains and went straight to second class.

[battychaichilla]

“We’re hitting turbulence. Please remain seated with your seatbelts on until it is safe to do otherwise.”

Lyncis double-checked his restraints and made a small, anxious sigh as he stared down at the book in his hands. He wasn’t sure what was worse: riding inside an airplane in a planet with a gravitational pull, or in a spaceship in the middle of a galaxy with no gravitational pull at all. He ran his fingers against blond hair and tried not to meditate so deeply on the matter as he embraced for the impact.

Someone plopped beside him and quickly buckled themselves in.

Well. Lyncis certainly wasn’t expecting that impact. As the ship trembled violently for a moment, he made a valiant attempt to pretend that he wasn’t thinking about dying. He made another quick, shallow breath as his fingers clutched onto the cover of his novel.

Thankfully, the violent, unsteady movement was brief. The ship stilled again.

“Sorry about that.”

Lyncis glanced over at the newcomer. Large heterochromatic eyes met his own, and he quickly looked away.

“Yes?” Lyncis asked coldly. “What are you doing here?”

“I just got up to the bathroom when that turbulence hit,” he explained sheepishly. He held a hand out. “...I’m Rzeznik. Rzeznik Silvering.”

Lyncis looked back down at his book. “You should head to the bathroom then.”

“Orders were to remain seated,” Rzeznik said, pointing up at the ceiling. He was trying not to lean too closely to Lyncis as he examined him. “So... what’s your name?”

“...Lyncis.”

“Hey! That’s a constellation!” Rzeznik said eagerly, straightening in his seat. “It’s a lynx, isn’t it? Have you ever seen it before?”

Lyncis shifted slightly. “No. I haven’t. Not yet.”

Rzeznik glanced around the ship. Lyncis observed him briefly, but quickly looked away again when Rzeznik turned to face him. “It’s a little empty here, huh? Just 8 people over here?”

“Well, we’re leaving at a fairly inconvenient time for space travel,” Lyncis said, closing his eyes tightly. He was trying not to think about the .0001% chance that their ship could crash. “And space travel is expensive. I imagine not many wanted to take the risk of leaving for an unpleasant trip.”

“True,” Rzeznik mused, pleased by the response. “I hope you don’t mind if I ask, but where are you going?”

“I do mind, actually.”

“Oh.” The two sat in silence for a moment.

Lyncis debated whether he should try and pretend he didn’t exist. That’s what he usually did to most people when he wanted to space off into his reading.

“...So, um... what are you reading?” Rzeznik asked, peeking into the pages.

Lyncis was tempted to retort, “It’s called None of Your Business!” But he was weak. Instead, he closed his book and covered the title with his hand, hoping Rzeznik would get the hint and leave him alone. “Nothing.”

The boy’s bright smile fell somewhat as he awkwardly sat back against his seat. Another minute passed by with Lyncis internally pleading that the intercom would announce that they were free to roam again.

“...Sorry for bugging you,” Rzeznik said, breaking his thoughts. “It’s kinda been a long time since I’ve interacted with anyone other than a family member. I guess I got a little too obnoxious there, huh? My cousin says I’m too much sometimes.”

He’s right, Lyncis thought, but decided not to voice this opinion. He made a soft sigh and glanced back down at his book.

“...It’s fine,” Lyncis said, adjusting his glasses. “I’m just... not very talkative, nor much of a people-person. I like having time to myself.”

“You get a little sick of it when you get too much of it to yourself,” Rzeznik mumbled. He exhaled. “Anyway, sorry again. I won’t bother you; you can go back to your book.”

Lyncis felt a wave of relief wash over him, with just the faintest hint of guilt. He couldn’t help but feel even more so as the voice overhead announced that it was safe to wander the ship again. As Rzeznik stood up, Lyncis quickly said, “It was... nice to meet you, I suppose.”

Rzeznik blinked down at him in slight surprise, but his lips pulled into small grin.

He was about to open his mouth to comment, but a rough voice intercepted any attempt— “What are you doing over here?”