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[Eridan had been here for a few hours now, pretty unhappy with it all. He had places to be, flying dogs to form alliances with, you know. IMPORTANT STUFF. But it seemed that any of his complaints have been rightly ignored by the locals, so that was when he decided to turn his attention to his networking device. Clearly complaining on there will get something accomplished.]

by courtesy a the locals of this place ivve been wwell informed of wwhere i am or wwhat this place evven is
doesnt sound all too fuckin different from wwhere i came from but obvviously glaringly different at the same time and perhaps i owwe wwhoevver snatched me up from my owwn wworld
or rather lack there fuckin of
howwevver i cant turn a blind ganderbulb to the fact that its bloody inconvvenient in the same right
if i wwanted to be here i most certainly wwould havve come here a my owwn vvolition seein as i got matters a GRAVVE import to be dealin wwith
but i suppose that hardly fuckin matters
wwhatevver
also wwhat the fuck is wwith these devvices and not allowwin me to pick my most royal fuckin blood color
typin in this pitch shade is distractin and utter BULLSHIT
i guess the lot cant rob me of my quirk entirely but it aint the fuckin same
howw the hell am i supposed to alert the masses a my kick ass royal standin noww
i guess i could inform evvery sad siltlicker i come across but thats far more wwork than one a my caste deservves to be saddled wwith
i suggest this gets fixed stat or youll havve the wwrath a the prince a hope on you and i aint the troll to be triflin wwith

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[Yeah, Eridan is the equivalent of a 13 year old, though he'd call it 6 solar sweeps before using such human language. He takes in the sight of Spock, he does look rather human, though he does see that green to him that speaks of just how inhuman he is. The ears help. Though... just what is with that hair cut? Eridan decides not to comment.]

[That possible pun is not entirely lost on him, and while puns of that nature in the past were known to grind on his nerves, there was something amusing about Spock's use of it, whether intentional or not.]

Thanks, the offer is returned.

[Aaaand his own handy link.]

I guess we non-humans gotta stick together in some sense, especially when there's so few a us.

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[ It's clearly the best haircut ever, Eridan, try not to get too jelly over it. ]

The humans from my own time are far better suited to encountering alien customs and will not take offense at the first given opportunity if their beliefs do not coincide with yours. Xenophobia is an illogical condition for space-faring explorers to harbor, such as we are. If others arrive, I can arrange for you to meet with more tolerant company.

[Puh-leeze, his own froofy hair is way better. Maybe Eridan can teach Spock the logistics of having great hair.]

Well that's a relief. If you'we got yourself a collection a humans more fit to be dealin' with cultural differences than the group a mud-slingers that are presently here, then I'd be spongeless to say no to that offer. I may be a frightful, independent royalblood, but I'we got my social needs as well.

[In other words, he is so ok with meeting your friends because he doesn't like being lonely.]

[ Somehow, Spock is pseudo-adopting all the wayward kids in Keeliai. Ellie will get her homework on space to keep her mind sharp and Eridan can meet Jim. The captain is incredibly tolerant of other species, he's a good selection. ]

Very well. If you meet James Kirk before I have a chance to introduce him, he is my captain. He is tall, blond and the owner of excessively blue irises, should you need a description.

[ Maybe Spock should go to extra efforts to keep McCoy away. The doctor's comments fall on deaf ears with him nowadays, but he wouldn't like to expose a child to them. ]

From which point in your time-line did you arrive?

[Spock just knows how to talk to kids, apparently.]

Excessiwely blue irisrs? [He repeats, finding the description amusing.] Well, I'll just hawe to keep a ganderbulb out for them I suppose.

[There's a good chance that McCoy could ruffle Eridan's fins with his smart mouth, and who wants that? Certainly not Spock.]

I-- [He pauses, wondering if he should disclose the truth about that. He just made this ally, would it really be so wise to tell him he appeared here after slaughtering two of his friends in cold blood? Probably not. For all he has proven to be understanding of his culture, there are just some things best left unsaid.]

Durin' a pretty critical time, to say the bloody least. As I said in my original post, I'm a bit conflicted ower bein' annoyed by bein' taken here, and grateful a such. If it's all the same to you, I really rather get my bearin's before I start disclosin' information about when-slash-where I'm from.

Certainly, at your discretion.

[ He doesn't press the issue, smoothly segueing to something else on his mind. ]

The sustenance provided here is inadequate for my bio-chemistry. If you wish, I will inform you of any establishments where there is vegan fare or the approximation of food from your home. [ It's hard being an alien around human tummies. :( ] Would this prove useful information?

[Needless to say, Eridan's grateful that the matter is dropped. It isn't something he's really in the right state of mind to go into, especially with someone he just got acquainted with.]

Yeah, keep me informed, though I can't say I'm in need a plant matter, trolls are far more carnivorous in nature. If you happen to see any establishment that has any meat, preferrably fish or grubs, let me know. Though, I'm certain fish won't be too hard to come by, all things considered.

There will likely be somewhere that caters to both our preferred tastes. I will contact you once my reports have been submitted to my captain in full.

[ His duty is to the Enterprise, but he's more than alright with assisting people when and where he can. ]

If that is all, I will leave you to attend to your business.

Yeah sure, do whatewer you need to.

[Eridan can respect a man who's loyal to his duty, after all. He's kind of a huge military buff, so he gets the need to answer to your captain first and foremost.]

Till next time, Spock.

[And with that said, he cuts the feed. Who knew such pleasant company could be found under such strange circumstances? Eridan certainly isn't complaining.]

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