i really really really love the idea of eridians hearing absolutely everything in a human body and being able to predict an episode of something, similarly to how medical alert service dogs can
"Grace feel okay, question?" Rocky asked, soothing a hand along Grace's forehead to fix the hair that had gotten stuck to his temple while he was seizing.
He cleared his throat. "Not a hundred percent, but I'm alright."
Rocky hummed softly. He works with Armando to give the man a full checkup before even considering letting him up.
But Grace knows Rocky by now. He gives him that look that he knows works very effectively against the Eridian. "What's bothering you?"
"...Rocky feels useless when Grace seize. Count, make sure you no hit head, no choke, no bite..."
He smiled, a lopsided thing. "Well, you've never let my worst case scenario happen. Haven't even gotten close since I met you."
"Worst case, question?"
He nodded, returning the petting gesture subconsciously. "My absolute worst incident happened just after I got my doctorate. We were at a party, I was...honestly I don't remember. Maybe karaoke? Doesn't matter."
Grace took a moment. "The way my friends tell it, I just...collapsed. Knocked over the projector screen. It was so loud I alerted the staff. Which was good, because my friends didn't know what to do. Or, they did...but they froze. First time seeing one can be really hard for people."
Rocky sounds horrified.
"Thankfully one of the workers was the daughter of a nurse. She got me on my side, told them to stop staring and go use the office to call 911- cellphones weren't as common back then...or very useful. And got me recovering when I came to."
He pulled back the slight mop of his hair. "This scar was from me hitting something during it. Bled everywhere."
"Thinking machine say head wounds bleed big time."
Grace chuckled. "Yeah. But hey, I've never fallen once you recognized what was happening. Even with gravity. And you're the best recovery buddy I could ever ask for. So it might not feel like you're doing anything, but you're doing a whole awful lot for me."
Rocky trilled gently. "...Rocky do best can."
"And you don't take pictures like one of my old roommates did."
"...Name."
That, dear reader, was the tone Rocky's song gained when he was threatening someone. Best not to tell, just in case he finds a way back to Earth and takes vengeance on his ancestors.
(irl experience under the cut)
based on the first time I ever saw someone seize in person. We were doing a crit in art school, he went down next to me, knocked over his easel. Thankfully myself and another classmate were actually able to stay calm, especially with her being a long time lifeguard. We actually did have to chastise our classmates for not immediately calling 911.
Not included, having to try and beg our professor to give us her chair pillow to give a barrier between him and the floor. (She refused, I think we used a jacket eventually) Also that building had no elevator so they had to strap him to a body board to go to the hospital to get checked out and carry him down two flights of stairs.
Imagining urban faes, which have needed to adapt to the change of the world, that take on a multitude of forms based largely around the ārulesā of this new world
Like instead of rings of mushrooms or flowers,
They have rings of traffic cones that sit in the side walk and and those entitled enough to disobey the laws of the road;
The fae taking the appearance of a construction worker, although itās not quite clear what exactly they do for construction.
Or sidewalk chalk rings that donāt wash away in the rain which take people who may ādestroyā the rings or walk through them;
This fae choosing the form of a small child whose drawings you have ruined, their hands and knees covered in chalk yet somehow their clothes never seem to be affectedā¦
Imagining urban faes, which have needed to adapt to the change of the world, that take on a multitude of forms based largely around the ārulesā of this new world
Like instead of rings of mushrooms or flowers,
They have rings of traffic cones that sit in the side walk and and those entitled enough to disobey the laws of the road;
The fae taking the appearance of a construction worker, although itās not quite clear what exactly they do for construction.
Or sidewalk chalk rings that donāt wash away in the rain which take people who may ādestroyā the rings or walk through them;
This fae choosing the form of a small child whose drawings you have ruined, their hands and knees covered in chalk yet somehow their clothes never seem to be affectedā¦
Random Au idea; Miraculously, the Blip-A crew survive, but at the cost of their travel time, making it so they arrive at Tau Ceti around the same time as the Hail Mary. (Don't think too hard about it)
Grace now gets regularly hassled by many Eridians, all of whom can hold multiple conversations at once, unlike him.
Naturally, opinions about the local wet organful thang Tau Ceti dragged in are varied
in the future humans will have something called "sinus button " and pressing it will immediately drain your sinuses of all fluid so that it can be filled with other things like rocks, webs, paint, tar, freef (new fluid that will be so important in that time) and also dr papper
I think the reason Iām having so much trouble drawing art of my persona is that I donāt view myself as a real person :/ like not quite in the self deprecating way just in the ā Iām a concept! I donāt have a face or form why do I have to conceptualize this???ā Not fair, 0/10 on existing I wasnāt told I would have to do this ļæ¼
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