space invaders of the literal kind [ SEMI-CLOSED ]

[dismembers]

who ; dismembers and those who expressed interest
what ; Grid invading the personal space bubbles of... many, many people.
where ; varies
when ; varies
warning(s) ; possible language, will update as necessary

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[fuckinghubble]

Raimi needed a distraction. You wouldn't think one was necessary when you're on a fucking space station, but you'd be surprised. At least he had his new apartment in Doctorow to keep him preoccupied, but at the risk of going completely recluse then he needed alternative outlets.

This was shitty. Now that he was finally free of the obligations of answering telephones and slaving with the other herd of desk jockeys, it was safe to say that Raimi had become increasingly jaded -- and that, my friend, was no good.

Of course, he was kind of hoping that he'd find something interesting at the local bar in this district.

Having an imminent encounter with a fourteen-foot alien wasn't quite the color in his life that the programmer had in mind. And it certainly wasn't one that he was looking forward to when moseying around the corner with his laptop bag in tow.

[dismembers]

Grid had an excellent sense of timing, in the sense that it was absolutely horrid for everyone else. She'd selected her current target at random, attracted by the fact he appeared humanoid, unarmed, and alone. For the most part it was the same criteria she used when hunting, looking for prey that wouldn't pose a danger to her, but for once she wasn't looking for food.

Creeping along the many smooth surfaces of Sacrosanct was hardly a problem for the xeno--she slid over walls and ceilings like a shadow, watching the human and carefully positioning herself in his path.

Pressed close against the wall, holding herself as low as possible, Grid was was hardly hidden--but that wasn't her goal. As soon as she saw him round the corner she pounced.

[fuckinghubble]

Normally, Raimi's immediate reaction would be to run like hell. He didn't know why he couldn't run. Even if he did, it wasn't like it would matter anyway -- by the time he'd have started to turn and make like a tree, he was already being tackled by a fucking giant alien of death.

Jesus Christ, he was going to die.

"FUCK!"

Enjoy a barrage of some colorful language, Grid.

[dismembers]

If there was one downside to living on a station full of loud meat, it was that they were, well, loud. She recognized cursing, and the feelings behind it, but she was more concerned with the volume than the content. At this rate he would attract anyone in the sector to his aid, which would ruin any chance at her getting anything out of this stupid encounter.

So she hissed, shoving her face so close she treated the poor man to a liberal shower of drool, and her translator crackled to life with the usual level of eloquence.

"shut up stupid bitch"

[fuckinghubble]

Oh shit.

Oh shit.

Oh shit.

Oh Christ it was talking. It was talking at him. What more, he had no intention of returning a witty retort because, well, when you've got a big steaming, drooling monster in your face, the last thing you want is to catch some of that shit in your mouth. Raimi didn't think twice before snapping it shut, his jaws clamped tight, his eyes wide, muscles tensed and ridged.

Shut up, it said.

Yes, ma'am.

Holy shit.

Okay, maestro. Try not to panic. We are beyond the levels of going into panic mode and have reached an existential state of fuck.