taxonomites | 007 ∞ [visual || Amy's Living Room]

The tablet switches on to reveal Amy waving her hands in the air and shaking her booty as a generic pop song plays in the background. Once she discovered that Taxon was now broadcasting radio stations she was all geared up to have the stereo on in the background all the time.

But of course, one couldn't expect the aliens to know what people wanted to hear, so everything had been instrumentals from movies, with the occasional song with lyrics. Amy was tuning in sporadically as a result. There was only so many times she could listen to those overdramatic ballads from movies where someone's lover dies.

She's lucked out today though. Right now the aliens were playing a soundtrack that feels vaguely familiar to her, like from a movie she loved as a kid, and even though that movie was filled with pop songs and was cheesy with a capital C, it's making her feel nostalgic. Hence the dancing and singing like a mad woman.

Her mane of ginger hair is whipping around her head, and the knick knacks on the shelves are shaking as she really gets into it. The song comes to an end and she stops suddenly, out of breath and trying to tame her locks. It's only now that she notices the tablet has been recording, but instead of being embarrassed at being caught, she skips over and picks it up.

"These songs are taking me back!" The next song, from the same pop group as the previous, starts playing and Amy's head bobs from side to side. "I know the songs will go back to rubbish soon, so I have to enjoy this while I can. Does anyone know if this is all the aliens are going to play? Can't we, I don't know, call a request line or something?"

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I wasn't even aware they had radio stations here.

Oh! Hello there. And yeah, we do now. If you happen to find a radio or stereo lurking around your place, flick it on. Of course, it's only songs from soundtracks, so it's pretty limiting.

Sure I can find one, somewhere. I'm Liz, by the way.

Amy, nice to meet you. Or... hear you. [She chuckles.] You're new, aren't you? I don't remember anyone named Liz.

Yeah, just a few weeks ago, actually. It's, um, a little surreal, being kidnapped by aliens.

[ only not, liz you liar. she's been neck-deep in alien drama for the past year. just not these aliens. ]

[For Amy, kidnapped by aliens is pretty damn common.] How are you coping? People been helpful, or generally confusing?

Confusing, mostly. That's not to say people haven't tried to help, it's just...really weird, you know?

I guess so. I'm kind of used to weird myself. But the tablets and bracelets and hatches, yeah, those are odd. Have you had the glitches explained to you yet?

[ liz is something of used to weird herself, but she's not about to own up to that. secrets are kept secret for very good reasons. ]

No. What are they?

Ehm, how to explain... All right, it's like this. Sometimes strange things happen here that affect us and we've got no control over it. It passes over some people though, so you'll be walking around one day and then all of a sudden, it looks like the 1950's and your friends think they're married and live in a house with a white picket fence with their 2.5 kids.

[She knows what that's like from experience, Liz.]

These aliens mess with our heads. Make us think we're someone else, make us forget people... [She trails off, but recovers quickly.] It's complete bollocks, but what can you do? It's a part of life here.

So like, mind control and illusions?

[ she's no stranger to that. tess could project images into people's minds, make them think they were somewhere else or not see people who were moving right in front of them. thinking of tess makes her stomach churn a little unpleasantly, as it leads to thinking about max and she promptly pushes the images out of her mind. ]

I don't think I'm going to enjoy life here much.

I guess. Might have something to do with these bracelets, but I can't say for sure how they do it all.

[Amy couldn't help but smirk, so it was a good thing Liz couldn't see her.]

That's the right attitude to have in this place. If you start thinking everything can't be that bad, you'll just end up being disappointed in the long run.

[ changing the topic, liz ventures on with: ] I don't mean to be rude, but would you mind if I asked where your accent's from?

It's not rude, no worries. I'm Scottish.

I thought so, but I didn't want to assume. Must be nice, living overseas. I've never left the country before. The United States, that is.

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Not much different than America, I'd reckon. Besides, I moved to England when I was little, and the village I come from is bor-ring.

[ liz chuckles. ]

Can't be any more boring than Roswell.

Roswell? Wait, that's the place in the desert with those aliens... [She trailed off and laughed.] Well at least now you know that aliens are real, huh?

[ liz laughs too, despite the awkward on her end. oh, she knew that aliens were real before she was brought here. her ex-boyfriend was in the famed 1947 crash. these aliens are just a different brand of. what is her life. ]

I guess there's that. Wonder if it'll get me on the six o'clock news, should I ever go home.

Oo, maybe. It might even get you on Oprah. [She pauses.] Ehm, that joke only works if you're from a time that has Oprah. Are you?

Of course we have Oprah! Why wouldn't we?

[ she gets it, but playing normal is the default. ]

[Amy laughs.] In case you haven't noticed yet, we're not all kidnapped from the same time and place. There's a couple people here who usually live out in spaceships, and people from other worlds. But hey, it's nice to have another person from the time of The Oprah among our ranks.

[ liz can't help but laugh as well. ]

I noticed, I just... I try not to think about it too much? It kind of makes my head spin.

Ah, that I can understand. I've seen some things that have done my head in. But I suppose I adapt pretty quick. You will too, after awhile here, though I hope your stay isn't too long. Nice as it is to get to know people here, I don't think anyone wants to be here, so I wish for them to get back home like they want.