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alien_max (alien_max) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-05-30 13:03:00

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arrival, complete, day 1, giselle, max evans

Day 01
Who: Max and Giselle
What: Max arrives
When: Evening in Roswell / Morning on ‘The Planet’
Where: Dude Ranch resort
Status: Completed
Rating: PG (I’d make it G because it’s Giselle, but Max is 16, so…)

The night was still and every sound seemed amplified as Max hurried over to ‘The Crashdown’ to meet with Liz. She sounded urgent on the phone and wouldn’t tell him what was wrong. Even riding with the top down on his jeep gave him little relief that night as Roswell was presently experiencing a heat wave and had been for the past four days. Max thought people began to behave differently when the temperatures stayed oppressive for a long period of time; he didn’t like that…Max counted on predictability.

Arriving at the Crashdown Café, he parked his jeep slowly and walked at a stroll. He had to assume he was always being watched…mostly because he was…chances were that either the FBI or Sheriff Valenti had men watching him at this very minute. He smiled to himself, This all started because I saved Liz’ life. It was worth it..The lights were all off…Max looked at his watch…the diner had closed 15 minutes ago. Stopping in front of the door Max read ‘Treat yourself to a Flying Saucer full of mini-Blaster Burgers!”…he grinned and knocked lightly. It was only a few minutes before Liz hurried to open the door and let him in, “Hi, Max!”, she said plainly, as she opened the door.

A few lights over the counter area kept the diner dimly lit as Liz took his hand and led him to a stool. Max looked at her as he always had…in that puppy dog fashion…he thought she was the most wonderful girl that he’d ever seen. She took the stool next to his and then immediately jumped up, “Do you want something to drink, Max? A coke or a milkshake or something?”. Max thought that a strawberry milkshake might not be a bad idea and so waited while Liz brought him one and then sat next to him. Before he drank the milkshake, he reached over and retrieved a bottle of Tabasco sauce from a holder on the counter and poured a liberal amount of it into his shake. Liz just watched with her mouth open. “Okay, what is with that? You guys are always putting Tabasco sauce on everything!”. Max took a long drink of his shake and sighed, then looked at her and answered, “We don’t really know. We just discovered that we really go for a mix of really sweet and really spicy”. “Oh”, Liz responded softly, “I’ll have to remember that”.

After another long draw from his shake, Max cleared his throat and reminded, “Liz, there was something important?”.

“Okay, Max, don’t panic, because it’s probably nothing, okay?”, she soothed, her brown eyes both lovely and soothing.

“Liz”, he interrupted.

“Yes, Max?”

“Before we continue…”, he reached up and removed the springy, sparkly antennae that were part of her kitschy waitress uniform at the café, “…I know you want me to feel comfy, but I don’t think ‘my people’ come with purple antennae”, he grinned.

Liz’ cheeks reddened, having forgotten she was wearing the ridiculous headpiece. She took his hand. “Max, I need you to listen. I have a diary where I write down everything that is important to me. Things like…well…like the night you saved my life…and how you did that”. She paused and squeezed his hand, “Max, I promise you I’ll find it, but I wanted you to know what’s in it”.

Max’s chest rose and fell heavily. It was he who told Liz everything about himself and his friends. If they were discovered it would be his fault, not Liz’. He looked up at her through thick, dark lashes. “Everything, Liz? About Me, Isabel and Michael? About our abilities?”.

Liz silently nodded. She was sick with guilt.

Max reached forward and ran his fingers through her long black hair, pushing it behind her ears, “You’ll find it, Liz. I trust you”, he said, with much more confidence than he felt.

She couldn’t believe what a wonderful guy Max was. If this is what it was to be an alien, then more human boys should be this way. Her ex-boyfriend Kyle would have been yelling and punching walls or at least have made some snide remark to make her feel stupid. She buried herself in Max’s chest and hugged him for all she was worth.

At this moment, Max was exactly where he wanted to be…in Liz’ arms…if only he could freeze time, but that wasn’t one of his abilities.

Feeling that she needed to pull away before things became too heated, Liz straightened her hair and cleared her throat, “Um, Max, I need to close up and get home before my parents come looking for me”.

“I understand, Liz”, Max replied, “Could I use your restroom before I leave?”.

“Sure, I still have a few things to do. Turn off the lights when you’re through.”

Max needed to throw some cold water on his face just to gather himself a bit. The hot weather and the possibility of his exposure as an alien were serving to make him a bit lightheaded. Letting the water run cold, Max looked at himself in the mirror and took a deep breath…he would have to keep things together for Isabel and Michael…he bent down and filled his hands with icy-cold water and splashed it on his face…once…twice…What is going on? I feel like I’m moving but I’m not. What’s all that noise?.

When Max stood up, he was no longer in the men’s restroom at The Crashdown Café in Roswell, New Mexico…He was …in a stable? “UGH!”, washing his face in a trough. He turned around just in time to be gently nudged by a beautiful palomino.

“Whoa!”, Max exclaimed, jumping back a bit, “Hello…”, he ducked and looked, “…girl! I wish you could talk, because I’m really freaked here”. Max was trying to remain calm as he squeezed by the horse and made his way to the door of her stable. “LIZ?!!!”, he looked up and down the length of the stable complex, “LIZ! ARE YOU HERE TOO?!”. The young alien teen slid from the stable and made his way along the wall, looking in each stable for another person.

Seeing no one, he was soon outside. FBI! It must be them! They’ve somehow drugged me again and I’m hallucinating…Come on, Max, WAKE UP! Don’t tell them anything!. Leaning against a tree, the boy called out, “My father is an attorney! I want to see my father! You have no right to hold me! I have done nothing!”. He waited quietly for a response and could hear nothing but the horses in the stable. He wondered if they had Michael and Isabel.

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keoughr
2008-05-30 01:04 pm UTC (link)

Giselle's own arrival a few days before hadn't been as big of a shock to her as it might have been to others. It had already happened to her once before; being pulled from Andalasia into New York. Well, she'd been pushed, actually. But that was beside the point. She was in this new and wonderous place and although she was without Prince Edward, Robert or Morgan, she was happy enough. She had everything she could possibly want when it came to material things. But she did miss her friends.

Each morning, to the dismay of some (she was sure), she pushed the doors to her balcony open and sang. This morning was no exception. She pushed the double doors open, clasped her hands and brought them up near her chin as she expanded her lungs full of air to begin a trilling song. She frowned when she was stopped before she could even begin by the sound of a confident voice calling out to no one in particular. She huffed and set her hands on the railing of the balcony and looked toward the sound.

A young man was leaning against a tree, looking around for signs of life. Stamping her foot, she turned and walked back into her room. It was completely and utterly pink. There was nothing that didn't have pink on it somewhere. She went to her wardrobe and shed her nightgown in favor of a blue dress with pink flowers. She began to sing, a little more quietly than she would have off the balcony, "aaah-aaah-aaah-ah-ah". Several times the melody was repeated until a few birds flew in the open doors and began to do her hair.

They knotted it and tied half of it up, while the lower half hung free down her back, gently curling at the ends. The red of her long hair contrasted nicely with the blue of the gown. When the birds finished their task, they flew back out the doors and Giselle stood to shut them before exiting her room. She tied her key to a ribbon around her waist and headed down to the foyer. She knew that if someone was yelling out there, he must be new or insane. She confirmed the idea that he was new when she saw the blinking light over the shiny platinum key.

She pulled the key from the hook and walked outside. She ran across the lawn, arms outstretched and humming. She skipped the last few feet before she stopped in front of the young man leaning on the tree. "Hello! I'm Giselle. What's your name?" She clasped her hands in front of her and smiled widely at him.

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alien_max
2008-05-30 11:03 pm UTC (link)

Max was beginning to think he was going crazy...he could have sworn he heard someone singing, like opera or something. He looked around; this looked like a ranch of some kind. Why a ranch? The last time, the FBI made no pretense...they stripped him down and threw him in a padded cell...they tested him and tortured him and stuck needles in him and put him through tests so inhumane, it made him shudder even now to think back on them.

Still leaning against the tree for a feeling of stability, Max had to rub his eyes when he looked down and looked back up again and spotted a...girl...lady...maiden...princess...skipping (?) towards him. Where Max came from girls that age didn't really run or wear gowns or skip...well, or clasp their hands and smile like that. Not really sure why, Max blushed. "Hi, Giselle! My name is Max. Can you tell me where I am and how I got here, please?". He wasn't sure if she was real, part of his hallucination or a really clever FBI agent, but she just seemed so sweet, he couldn't take the chance of being rude to her.

Standing away from the tree, Max furrowed his brows and then begand to smile himself, his large brown eyes, twinkling...he couldn't really help it...it was infectious...Giselle just kept smiling like that...just kept doing it, on and on. Suddenly, a thought came to him, "Am I wrong or were you were you singing about 15 minutes ago?".

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keoughr
2008-05-31 01:47 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, I'm so pleased to meet you, Max!" Giselle quipped and bounced a little. She tilted her head slightly and thought about his question for a minute. "Weeeell, you're in Mirage. On the Planet. The Planet brought you here." It made perfect sense to Giselle, and she grinned, feeling pleased with herself that she was able to answer his question.

"Well, I started to sing when I heard you yelling." She pouted for a minute, remembering how she'd been interrupted. But she grinned again and her eyes grew wide. "Oh!" She held his room key out to him. "I almost forgot." She looked suddenly sheepish. Grinning again she hooked her arm through his and started to pull him along. "Let's go find your room!"

Giselle was so excited to have a new person around. She had long since forgiven him for interrupting her serenade earlier and was just happy to be able to help. She skipped along as she pulled him with her toward the main building. "Where are you from, Max?" She asked him, her voice high pitched and blatantly feminine. "Are you a prince?" She thought he was cute, but maybe a little young. But if he was a prince, that wouldn't really matter. She could marry him anyway and be a real princess!

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alien_max
2008-06-01 08:01 pm UTC (link)

"The Planet brought me here", Max repeated, looking at the young woman's perpetually smiling face, "The...Planet?".

She smiled constantly and Max worried, for a moment, that this Giselle might be mentally handicapped. What if 'Mirage' was an asylum? He looked at her as she hooked her arm in his and skipped along. No,she was too pretty to be crazy. Maybe there were such things as sentient planets, I mean...some people didn't believe in aliens and he was an alien.

"I'm from Roswell, New Mexico, Giselle. Have you ever heard of it?", he asked conversationally, "Where are you from?". He followed along on her arm, worried about his situation, but still thinking how pretty she was and how wonderful she smelled...and wondering if there was a boyfriend..."Prince? Me?", Max smiled, "No, I'm not a Prince. Are you a Princess?".

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keoughr
2008-06-02 01:46 pm UTC (link)

She nodded, stopping to stamp the ground slightly. "Yes, the Planet." She spoke the last word a little more slowly, wondering if he was slightly off somehow. She looked at him curiously before the expression faded back into a large grin. "It pulls all kinds of people to it. There is a big warrior woman, and a funny man with a gun, there is a woman who used to live in caves and," she lowered her voice to a conspiratal whisper, "I think she still does!" She nodded vehemently. "I saw into her room once."

She started up her skipping again, overjoyed to have someone else here. She had long since forgotten that he'd interrupted her singing that morning, and was just happy to be of help. She liked to answer his questions. She liked the young man, and liked talking with him. She screwed up her face in thought when he asked if she had ever heard of New Mexico. "No, I don't think so. I'm from Andalasia, but I got pushed into New York not too long before the Planet decided to pull me here. So, I guess I'm from Andalasia and New York. But, Andalasia is much more tidy than New York. There is debris everywhere! But they do have the sweetest animals. The cockroaches have such wonderful singing voices." She giggled.

She slowed her skipping as the courtyard came into view. "Oh." She sounded slightly disappointed when he said he wasn't a prince, but she brightened when he asked if she were a princess. "No, not yet. But I will be." She sounded quite confident of that idea. "Someday." She loosed his arm as they approached the tablet of stone set into the wall of the main building. "You are supposed to read this." She pointed to it and stood back with her perpetual smile, waiting patiently.

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alien_max
2008-06-02 08:55 pm UTC (link)

A very disturbing realization was beginning to come upon Max...none of this looked or felt or smelled like anything he experienced when he was held by the FBI. Giselle definately seemed real and the FBI didn't have the imagination to dream up someone like her. He looked around at the trees and the rocks...the hills, the lake in the distance...up at the clouds and down at the flowers by his feet... "The Planet brought me here", he repeated as if to convince himself.

He listened as Giselle described some of the others who had been brought to the planet and he wondered how he fit in with a warrior woman, an armed man and a cave woman. When the pretty girl whispered to him, he leaned in and whispered back, "She does? I hope nobody else has to live in caves", he was making sure he didn't have to.

When he mentioned Andalasia, he of course drew a blank, but when New York was mentioned, his mouth practically fell open, "New York? You've been to New York?!". He was so excited...and then she said that the cockroaches had good singing voices. Poor thing He took her hand in his and patted it sympathetically, "I know you'll be a princess one day, Giselle! Maybe you can be Princess of Mirage even".

When they reached the stone tablet, Max read it and seemed relieved, "No killing", he turned to Giselle, "...that's always a good rule", but he had watery eyes, "You will not be able to leave...", he dropped his head and ran his fingers through his dark hair. Looking up again, he almost pleaded with her, "You will not be able to leave? What about my family? My mother...my father...Isabel? How will I live my life without them? What must they be thinking?". He turned back around and spoke to the tablet, "Can't you at least let them know I'm alive?", he placed his hands on the tablet, "If you can steal me away, you can leave a message behind...my family doesn't need to suffer!".

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keoughr
2008-06-04 02:03 pm UTC (link)

Giselle giggled. "Oh no, silly! Your room will look the way you want it to! Mine's pink!" She giggled again and looked dreamily up into the sky as they walked along. She thought Max was funny, and enjoyed his company. She had found that some of the others didn't know that their rooms would look the way they wanted them, either. And she had been surprised that her own room changed with her whims. "It could change every day if you wanted it to."

"Mmmhmm! It's wonderful. It's dirty, but it's wonderful. The people aren't very nice, though. Except for Robert and Morgan. They took me in while I waited for Edward to come for me. But he never did." She sighed a little sadly, but it didn't last as she waited for him to read the tablet. When he looked back over, she was smiling radiantly again.

But her sadness returned, not for herself, but for Max. When she saw him pleading with the tablet to tell his family he was alright she went and lightly touched him on the shoulder. "They won't know you're gone, Max." She pursed her lips slightly, while she thought about what she wanted to say next. "It will be like you never left for them. I know you shall miss them, but the Planet may choose to bring one of them to you someday." She stopped there, she didn't want to tell him he might just have to live without them for the rest of his life.

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alien_max
2008-06-05 11:33 am UTC (link)

Max was leaning against the tablet when Giselle was explaining that his room would be anything that he wanted it to be, which he supposed was to be taken literally in this place. If he could be taken from The Crashdown Diner in Roswell, New Mexico and plopped down in a stable on a planet, God knows where, then anything was possible. He shrugged and sighed deeply, to most humans on Earth, his powers were miraculous, so Max decided to be a bit less skeptical unless given a reason.

He took a deep breath and brushed his hair back and stood up, “I’m sorry for being such a baby, Giselle. You are being so kind, trying to help me and all”. He graced her with a sincere smile. Max had a very nice smile…it was wide and warm and his large brown eyes sparkled.

Just as he was beginning to speak again, the bushes behind him rustled and a small bird ran from cover as if it were trying to flee…it flapped one wing, trying to take flight, but the other wing was twisted and broken. Max turned and his eyes spoke volumes, “Shhhh”, he told Giselle, holding a finger to his lips, “…let’s not frighten it”. He moved quickly, but smoothly, so as not to startle the wounded bird and then gently cupped it into his hands. “Hello, little dove”, he soothed, as his hands smoothed down the broken wing, “Everything will be alright, friend”, he promised. He held the bird for another moment more as a soft glow poured out from around the bird…and then he held the bird up and it took flight into the air…completely healed and flying high and strong.

Max didn’t look for any praise for what he had done…on the contrary, he looked around to see if anyone had seen him and then he looked shyly at Giselle and smiled and dropped his head and asked, “So, where is my room?”, he cleared his throat, “Think you might show me around sometime…even though I’m not a prince?”

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keoughr
2008-06-06 11:06 am UTC (link)

Giselle could see that Max was making a decision. He didn't like being taken from his family and plopped down in the middle of some resort with people he didn't know. She could understand that to a degree. For her, it was a great adventure. She had been thrust from Andalasia, where she had no family, into New York and then pulled onto the Planet. She was used to being given over to the whims of other forces.

She smiled at him as he apologized for being sad. "It's okay! I know you'll be alright here." She clasped her hands in front of her and bounced up on her toes. "I don't mind helping. It gives me something to do other than clean and sing. Sometimes those things can become tedious." She turned at the sound of the rustling bushes and put her finger to her lips, mimicking Max.

The bird fluttered out helplessly, his wing broken. A tear came to Giselle's eyes as she witnessed the poor thing's struggle. She hoped Max wasn't going to hurt it. She loved birds. "Oh, you poor thing." She cooed at the bird as Max picked it up. She walked to stand just behind his shoulder and was reaching out to touch the things little head when Max's hands began to glow.

"Oh!" Startled, Giselle stepped back with a hand to her open mouth. She watched as Max's hands opened and the bird took off. A wide grin broke through and she bounced. "OH! He's flying!" She cried joyously. "Oh, Max!" She stepped forward again and slipped her arm through his. "You're wonderful! How did you heal that little bird's wing like that?"

She giggled gently and rested her head on his shoulder for a minute before she jumped a little. "OH! Your room! This way!" She pulled him along again, heading for the same building her own room was in. She walked on her tip-toes, the hand that wasn't grasping Max's arm was held out a little to the side, walking the way a ballerina might. "I would be happy to show you around, Max! It's okay that you're not a prince." She giggled again and led him to the second floor where his room was located five doors down from hers.

"My room is 201, Max! We're neighbors!" She was gleeful as she let go of his arm so he could unlock the door to his room and look inside. She clasped her hands in front of her and looked up at the ceiling, a wide smile on her pretty face. "Isn't it wonderful?"

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alien_max
2008-06-08 01:26 am UTC (link)

Max wasn't used to all the attention and adoration that Giselle was pouring upon him and it made him very uncomfortable. He had spent his life hiding who and what he was for fear of being found out and endangering not only his life, but his sister, Isabel's, and his friend, Michael's...they were all aliens. The thoughts of that were odd now, because weren't he and all of the people of Earth here now aliens to this planet? He smiled...but people...Earth people don't think that way...even here, they'd think of him as an alien. He took Giselle's hand gently in his and looked into her eyes (she really was so lovely). "Giselle, would you do me a favor and keep my healing hands our little secret?", he asked. He let his head drop shyly as they walked and then he added,"Unless you see someone who needs help, then you may come and get me,okay?". He smiled at her...because...how could you not smile at Giselle.

OH!It's a simple exclamation...for Giselle, it seems to start every third sentence or so. Max silently prayed that the beautiful, energetic girl didn't marry a man with high blood pressure. Even calm cool Max Evans caught himself jumping once or twice when, out of nowhere the delightful beauty would belt out an exhuberant "OH!". This time the 'Oh' prefaced taking Max to his room and to be honest, he was about ready to see where he would be staying. he hoped it would be a nice size and comfy at least.

As Giselle skipped along with her arm through his and her other swinging wide, Max caught himself almost bouncing instead of walking and his cheeks were beginning to get sore from smiling so much...this girl was infectious. They entered A-Building and Max had to admit he was pleased to find out he was only 5 doors down from her. "Neighbors! YAY!", he replied to her.

Stepping inside his room, he was startled...it was an exact duplicate of his room back home. Nothing was missed. Photographs, pennants, chairs, lamps, his alarm clock. He opened his closet and his dresser drawers...it was his clothes. Hurrying over to his nightstand, he opened it and lifted a book that was inside...underneath was a photo of Liz, "Huh, even that", he said softly.

Placing the photo back, he hurried back to the door and thanked Giselle for being such a wonderful help and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek, "Goodnight, Princess!"

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