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Lana began wondering if she were even really giving herself a genuine tour. Could a person ever really tour a place and understand it without a guide or prior knowledge? Maybe she should try to find Drake or Kesh? After all, they were the first she had met and it would be nice to meet them again and gain a bit more information on the place they had invited her to live. Besides, it wouldn’t do well if she were to become lost simply because she decided to peruse the ship alone.
The femme had herself so immersed in her thoughts of finding a familiar face that, when one finally arrived, she jerked back with a gasp. She thought it quite good that she hadn’t been touching anything while she walked, and that she had only just finished her daily, routine explosions, or there could have been a risk of charging something by accident. As it was, Lana regained her calm quite quickly and she returned Drake’s smile with a pleasant one of her own. “Ah, yes. A tour and just the guide I was searching for has conveniently hopped into my path.” She responded, lifting her dark, almond eyes to the ceiling to glance at the rafters before returning her gaze to his face.
A thought flitted through her mind, the memory of Niki’s reaction to her. If Niki could transform into animals and sense whatever it was she sensed, could a feral do the same? Did he sense that strangeness about her that radiated… what? Electricity? She didn’t know that it was electricity, but it must be something. The femme was just about to question Drake about it when she noticed someone turn the corner and suddenly spout apologies.
The longer Lana looked at the woman the more she thought she must have seen her somewhere. Or perhaps she simply looked like some famous movie star she had seen on the big screen. Then again, she claimed to originate in Hawaii and even said she might have seen the darker femme. Suddenly she laughed as she recalled where she must have seen the other woman before. “I’m Lana Tiki. I’m was also picked up in Hawaii by this one here.” She motioned toward Drake. “I think I might have seen you before, too. With a last name like mine in Hawaii anything that has my name on it is fun to go into and laugh about later. How many can say they’ve been to a bar bearing their namesake? I can. I have. You were a waitress or a bartender in one, right? I’m not sure that you waited on me, though.” The harder she thought about it the less she really remembered. She only recalled a slightly built woman with a pained expression on her face that almost resembled the nervousness darkening her features now. “Oh, it would hardly do if you left! You’re as new as I am. Have you toured the place yet? Drake here was just about to be my guide. You should come with us if you don’t have any pressing matters to attend to.”
Lana had been a social butterfly for as long as she could remember. There was a short period of time where she avoided people while she still got used to her powers, but after that gregariousness was like a perfectly fitted mask she could wear whenever she had need of it. Not that she minded the mask. It was like a second skin that she could stand for quite a while before feeling stifled. Perhaps most people were like that. After all, everyone needs their privacy as well as their companionship. It all depended on the time.
The femme had herself so immersed in her thoughts of finding a familiar face that, when one finally arrived, she jerked back with a gasp. She thought it quite good that she hadn’t been touching anything while she walked, and that she had only just finished her daily, routine explosions, or there could have been a risk of charging something by accident. As it was, Lana regained her calm quite quickly and she returned Drake’s smile with a pleasant one of her own. “Ah, yes. A tour and just the guide I was searching for has conveniently hopped into my path.” She responded, lifting her dark, almond eyes to the ceiling to glance at the rafters before returning her gaze to his face.
A thought flitted through her mind, the memory of Niki’s reaction to her. If Niki could transform into animals and sense whatever it was she sensed, could a feral do the same? Did he sense that strangeness about her that radiated… what? Electricity? She didn’t know that it was electricity, but it must be something. The femme was just about to question Drake about it when she noticed someone turn the corner and suddenly spout apologies.
The longer Lana looked at the woman the more she thought she must have seen her somewhere. Or perhaps she simply looked like some famous movie star she had seen on the big screen. Then again, she claimed to originate in Hawaii and even said she might have seen the darker femme. Suddenly she laughed as she recalled where she must have seen the other woman before. “I’m Lana Tiki. I’m was also picked up in Hawaii by this one here.” She motioned toward Drake. “I think I might have seen you before, too. With a last name like mine in Hawaii anything that has my name on it is fun to go into and laugh about later. How many can say they’ve been to a bar bearing their namesake? I can. I have. You were a waitress or a bartender in one, right? I’m not sure that you waited on me, though.” The harder she thought about it the less she really remembered. She only recalled a slightly built woman with a pained expression on her face that almost resembled the nervousness darkening her features now. “Oh, it would hardly do if you left! You’re as new as I am. Have you toured the place yet? Drake here was just about to be my guide. You should come with us if you don’t have any pressing matters to attend to.”
Lana had been a social butterfly for as long as she could remember. There was a short period of time where she avoided people while she still got used to her powers, but after that gregariousness was like a perfectly fitted mask she could wear whenever she had need of it. Not that she minded the mask. It was like a second skin that she could stand for quite a while before feeling stifled. Perhaps most people were like that. After all, everyone needs their privacy as well as their companionship. It all depended on the time.