April 9th
Who: Max & Xena What: An uncomfy meeting When: Morning Where: Outside the Mansion Rating: PG-13 ( Would be more but the nudity isn't visual. LOL) Status: In Progress
Max woke at 10:05am according to his digital clock, but he could never be sure what time it actually was in this strange place. Just as he had done the last few mornings, he climbed out of bed and went to his door and looked out into the hallway. With a disappointed sigh he stepped back inside and shut the door. He wasn’t mad at himself for trying, because his room was such an exact copy of his real room back home at Roswell that each morning, he felt that, maybe…just maybe, he had been dreaming in such rich detail that he would look out that door and be home. He grinned at himself knowing that tomorrow he would do the very same thing.
Removing his boxers, he dropped them in the clothes hamper and stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower, letting it run a bit to get nice and steamy. Before the mirror fogged, he squeezed out some peppermint toothpaste on his toothbrush and started to brush his teeth with gusto; Max was always zealous about good teeth hygiene even as a boy…his mom would laugh when Max would brush for ½ an hour and be told to stop. There were several photos of Max as a child that looked like a rabid dog with toothpaste foam all over his mouth. Something bothered Max today though and it wasn’t his bright white smile…he frowned for a moment and paused in his brushing, smacking his lips. Something was wrong with the toothpaste…it didn’t have any taste. That was odd. He picked the tube up and smelled it…peppermint…the scent was strong. Hmmmm. He rinsed his mouth out and climbed in the shower to take a long, blissfully fairy-free shower.
After drying off, Max dressed in Jeans, hiking boots and a tee shirt. He was starving and knew he would wake his taste buds up with a stack of blueberry pancakes, maple syrup and a bottle of Tabasco sauce. He hurried down to the dining room and ordered what he had planned. With his stomach rumbling, he cut the pancakes…they smelled like Heaven! He ran a fork through the stack of five and shoved them in his mouth and started to chew, looking like an overgrown chipmunk. ***** There was no taste at all…nothing. That was impossible. What was going on? He washed his mouth out with some orange juice…no taste there either. That was when he started listening…he heard cries in the distance…”I’m blind! I’m blind!” He heard a woman screaming ”I can’t hear anything! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Someone help meeeeeeeeee!. Then when his appetite had left him, a man passed and touched his cheek, “Did you feel that?”, he asked. Max nodded. “Well I didn’t! I can’t feel anything…anything!”.
Max decided he needed air. The young alien boy found the nearest exit and used it. He walked and walked angling away from the mansion and towards the edge of the island. Max had figured that these gods, beings, whoever were messing with them and had decided to strip each of them of one of their senses. He ran his hands through his hair…Max enjoyed his sense of taste, but was relieved that he hadn’t lost his sight or hearing.
Having been deep in thought, Max looked up and found himself on the edge of a beautiful lagoon; the water was clear, there was a waterfall at the far end coming off of cliffs green with foliage…there were palm trees and tropical plants and colorful flowers all around and not a person in sight. Max stepped over and stood on a nearby rock and looked at the waterfall. “So beautiful”, he said to himself, almost as if he were in a trance. Reaching over, he smelled one of the giant orange flowers growing there and sighed deeply. “This is like Paradise. I wish I had Liz here”, he mused dreamily. He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked at the sun…and the waterfall…and the lagoon…it was so clear…and inviting…he looked all around him. Not a soul in sight. He removed his tee shirt and then sat down on the large rock to remove his shoes and socks and let his feet trail in the cool clear water. It was so nice and the sun felt so perfect on his back and shoulders. Reaching down he took a handful of water and splashed it up onto his chest and then rubbed it on his arms… “Ahhhh, Nice!”, he exclaimed tossing his head back. Standing up, he looked back out at the waterfall…it seemed to call him to the other side of the lagoon…he looked all around the area, turning 160 degrees and then Max grinned and did something he though he’d never do…he decided to go ‘skinnydipping’. Quickly, undoing his jeans, he pushed them and his boxers down in one fell swoop and dived into the lagoon from the rock; the water was invigorating as he dived and arched back up to break the surface and start swimming towards that beautiful waterfall.
The area at the base of the waterfall would have been a perfect meeing place for mermaids and their objects of affection; the basin was a large semi-circle with smooth rock formations that resembled an amphitheatre of seats and behind the rocks flourished a rainbow of large, exotic flowers. The waterfall was gentle enough for a person to swim or stand beneath it and powerful enough to block out all of your senses when you did. Max was having the time of his life...h swam over and stood on one of the rock 'chairs' and did a back flip into the water, throwing his fists into the air and trumpeting his joy when he came up for air. Again he climbed back onto the chairs...and cannonballed into the water, laughing like a little boy. No one in Roswell would believe, conservative, calm, quiet Max Evans would be out here swimming, diving and howling like a wolf...without one stitch of clothing on! Michael would do it and not give a flying you-know-what what anybody thought, but Max...Max didn't even walk around without a shirt in the Summer, even though he had a muscular, well-toned body.
Deciding to climb out and do a bit of exploring, Max reached over and grasped a large plant leaf and concentrated on it for a bit...the leaf glowed dully and began to shift and change until a large, soft, leaf-shaped terrycloth towel came loose into his hand. "Ahhhhh", he he ran the towel over his hair and then held it across his face sopping up all the water around his eyes and...wait...did he hear something...