Not Until We Are Lost

There was still the little matter of having been kidnapped, ostensibly by aliens. Once she'd climbed back out of the languor Morpheus spun on her behalf, her mind returned back to that issue. With a more positive perspective, this time, she decided that perhaps Morpheus was right. Perhaps they really should see what these creatures were all about before charging in and demanding to be returned again.

This was certainly nothing that happened every day. Even to a deity.

Especially to deities.

In the common room, Nanshe had been watching the aliens for at least a good hour. There were some that grouped together, some that were gray, some that seemed like they might actually be walking metal, some that she caught mimicking other people in the room with them -- there were quite a few different types. None of them approached her. It was fair; she hadn't approached any of them, either.