3555/Log 3555

Log 3555
Date of Scene:	03 January 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Prisma, Crusader

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Prisma has posed:
Central Park is bustling as always, with people going to and fro, playing catch, walking pets, and eating hot dogs. Up above them all, however, almost blending in with the sky itself save for a golden glow, is some strange ball of light. It's excitedly circling about, occasionally dipping lower to look at something unfamiliar, only to piss off some human, who shuffles off in a hurry. It doesn't stop the ball of light's apparent enthusiasm, though, and it just floats off toward someone else.

Crusader has posed:
Walking through the park enjoying the amenities offered was none other than Bjorn. Viking, buff santa, Thor....those are just some of the ways people have described the unsual man. He wore a leather trench coat that didn'toffer any protection agaist the cold and otherwise had on his usual clothing. As he spots the ball of light, he grows interested and begins trying to follow the ball of light as it zips about

Prisma has posed:
The ball of light seems to take a moment to notice Bjorn. Once it does, it stops, then gently floats down in front of the massive man. A few seconds pass, then it begins to shake excitedly. The thing's certainly conscious, it just lacks means of communicating.

Crusader has posed:
Bjorn peers at the small ball of light as it shakes at him. "How unsual.A living ball of light" he muses. "Yer must be a pure energy being rioght?" he gives pause. And scratches his head "Nit even sure if yer kin understand meh....ummm....move up und doon if yer can?" the large man knows his fair share of aliens, but there always a new one somewhere out there. Guess he may as well figure out of this one can understand him!

Prisma has posed:
The ball pauses and stops shaking around as Bjorn speaks, then bobs up and down on command. It then scurries about toward a few different passers-by (likely irritating them) before flying back to Bjorn and wiggling rapidly in the air.

Crusader has posed:
The man chuckles as he sees the people become a bit irriated. He crosses his arms "Alrioght, so, yer kin understaund meh. Ummm...kin yer write in english? Az in make words appear in vee air, like dem signs in doontown?" he than asks as he tries to figure the ball out

Prisma has posed:
The ball hesitates again, then bobs up and down...before stopping, then shaking side to side. Suddenly, it swirls around the man's head and heads off away from the center of the Great Lawn. It pauses a few dozen yards off, then zips a bit closer to the man, as if asking him to follow.

Crusader has posed:
Bjorn gives the cue quickly enough and begins to follow the ball! "Alrioght, alrioght ah be comming little ball!"

Prisma has posed:
The ball floats lazily along, fast enough to make progress, but slow enough for Bjorn to keep up. Just outside Central Square are a few small souvenir shops, little more than useless trinkets. Yet one catches the ball's attention more than the others, some sort of new-age shop selling crystals and gems that claim to have some sort of healing properties. None of them are extra-terrestrial, and all of them are overpriced, if still decently carved.

Inside, the ball zips toward a small statuette of a woman carrying a basket of water over her head--Aquarius?--and suddenly disappears into it. A light glow emanates from the statuette. "Hi there!" it calls cheerily, lips moving stiffly.

Crusader has posed:
As it turns out, Bjorn was decently fast on his feet, clearly not as fast a Light, but the man puts in good time! "Last time ah followed somewan, ah ended up fightin a demon. Ah hope dis iz nit da same situation!" he exlaims as he follows along

He than stops and cants his head as the ball hovers infront of the stores and eyes the overpriced memorabilia. Haha, yer want a littl...." and he stops when the ball dissappear insite a statuette. He blinks as it says hello and he bends down to have a closer look "Umm....hello."he says unsure "Ummm, pardon if vis be forward Little Statue Woman....bit whit are yer?" he asks curiously

Prisma has posed:
Prisma takes in a deep breath (as if it needs to breathe?) before quickly and excitedly rambling. "I am X'rhai of the Luxaura! I have travelled far in search of life other than my own, and after many millenia, I have finally arrived on your planet, and I am very excited to meet you!" The crystalline statue's lower half is sunken into a flat base, and it's hand is stuck to the basket, which is stuck to her head. She tries to wriggle free, but can do little more than move her head. "It appears I am stuck!"

Crusader has posed:
Bjorn cants his head and becomes stark still as if he was a statue himself before saying "Luxaura....Ah hauf nit heard of yer species beforez!" he rubs the back of his head "Well dis iz and is nit mah planet. Bit of a story there" he shakes his head "Umm, nevar mind." he peers "Let see yer kin move yer head, und mouth...inhabit a statue....perhaps yer are in need of a more suitable statuette?" he suggests. He points to a free standing ballerina stauette, her feet are free, but her hands look stuck togeather "How bout that wan?"

Prisma has posed:
Prisma glances over to it and gasps softly, before flying out of the Aquarius statuette and into the ballerina. She seems unsteady on her two feet, but manages to keep from falling over. "How do you meat-forms stway upright, when succumbing to gravity like this?" she asks innocently.

A short, middle-aged Russian woman suddenly stomps out the back. "No, no! No touch unless you buy!" She glares boldly up at the man several times her size, then over to the ballerina. "Out! Out of there at once!"

The Luxaura leaps out of the ballerina quickly and cowers behind the larger man.

Crusader has posed:
Bjorn raises his hands "Whoa! Easy vere!" he says gently to the middle-aged Russian woman "Friend here ment no harm" he says referring to the ball of light, not even having a chance to anwer Prisma question. "Ummm, we did nit mean to da the harm. Bit perhaps you help, yes? Bjorn pay good money. A free standin statutte, yes?" he asks her "So little friend mioght be able ta interact wit world?" he says rather warmly and even offers an easy smile

Prisma has posed:
Prisma says, "Oh, maybe I should make a desc for her ballerina prism..."