taxonomites | 002 ━ [ visual ] / [ location: crashdown café ].

The temporary population influx hadn't gone unnoticed by Liz Parker. It had kept her busy with customers, natives and captives alike, coming and and out of the Crashdown. It was like a Crash Festival week with tourists coming and going as they pleased, crowds of people filling the streets. Though the streets of Taxon were still foreign to her, the sight had given her a sense of nostalgia that almost made her feel comfortable in Taxon. Almost. There was no presence of her parents, trying to manage the crowds, nor was there Michael and the rest of the kitchen staff complaining about the rush, and all the other familiar faces of Roswell.

She missed home.

Now, however, the café was virtually empty. Liz sat at the bar, silver alien antenna headband discarded off to the side as she refilled sugar containers. It didn't really need to be done, but it kept her busy.

"That was actually kind of nice, don't you think? Not that I'm saying those people being brought here, even for a short time, was a good thing at all, but it was different. Made this place feel livelier, for a little while."

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Spock can't exactly say that it was nice, but different he could agree with. He never did seem to have the popular emotional opinion--and for good reason.

"The incident may also provide a certain insight into the arrival and departure of individuals to and from this city."

Liz was taken aback for a moment by the man's appearance, taking note of the ears and the subtle, not quite human features. So much that she didn't realize she was pouring sugar onto the counter until the crystals of the growing pile touched the hand that was resting upon it. She jumped, realizing her mistake and moved temporarily off screen to fetch a bowl to sweep the spilled sugar into.

"I am so sorry about that," she said upon returning, making quick work of cleaning the counter off. "I didn't mean to stare, I've just, uh, never seen someone who doesn't look like they're from Earth before." A lie, but Spock doesn't need to know that. "And you're right. I had some people show up in the Crashdown itself, which was weird. I thought the only way to get into Taxon was through that room in the Sanctuary."

It was a reaction that he was used to after so long on Earth, the odd one out among the humans at the Academy. Always that strange one that could never really hide it. He'd learned to ignore the stares, the unease--all of it was illogical and unneccesarily emotional anyway, and he would not become as human as the beings around him.

"That particular stipulation seems to have been foregone. Which seems to present a certain rebuttal of preciously believed facts."

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"Do you know why that is?" A valid question. Liz hasn't been here long enough to know that when something was set in stone in Taxon, it was highly unlikely it would ever change.

"Unfortunately, no. As of yet, no explanation has either been presented or discovered." But it did serve to underscore just who was in charge and what they could do with their own city. "I do not doubt that an analysis will be long in coming." Though what, precisely, they were going to analyze remained a mystery.

"...oh."

Liz really didn't like the sound of that and it took her a moment to get herself under control so she didn't give in to the urge to break down in fear over what would become of her here. Sure, nothing bad had happened to her so far - aside from the initial abduction, of course - but people talked and Glitch had (somewhat ironically after she misunderstood and mistook him for one) explained the glitches to her. She didn't want that to happen to her.

"I'm-- I mean, are there people here working on trying to figure that out at all?"

Her response seemed unfortunately emotional. He hadn't said anything particularly charged, as far as he was aware--only the truth as he knew it. And the whole thing earned her a raised eyebrow until she had gotten a little better control of herself.

"As the incident may hold some hint as to the methods used to bring individuals to the city, it is doubtful that none will take advantage of the opportunity."

"Why won't they?"

Liz didn't understand that. There were so many people here who had simply accepted their fate and resigned to just live out their lives here. Why didn't they want to leave, why weren't they trying to get out? They'd broken Max out of a high security FBI facility, them, a bunch of teenagers from Roswell, New Mexico. Yet, the people here who seemed to have many one-ups on their merry band of outcasts weren't lifting a finger? She refused to accept that.

"They will. I apologize if my statement was less than clear." He wasn't planning on staying here any longer than he had to--and it had already been far too long, even if it was barely a quarter of the time that the captain had been in the city. Sooner or later, they were going to leave. He had to keep believing it, or else that human half of him that he liked to pretend didn't exist would be subject to the despair of the rest of the city.

Liz dropped her head into her hands for a moment, lightly massaging her temples with her fingertips. She could really use some of that calming oil Maria keeps in her locker. Idly, she wonders if it's still in the back.

"I hate this."

That was a statement that Spock had heard so many times that he'd lost track. Humans were so ready to throw that word around and, most times, they didn't really mean it. It had taken a lot of practice before he could distinguish between when it was actual and when it was just another strange idiosyncracy of human speech.

In this case, it was fairly obvious which it was.

"I would imagine that you are not alone in that opinion."

"I would hope not," came tumbling out of her mouth, despite the girl knowing how rude and must have sounded. She meant what she said and saw no point in retracting a statement that wasn't false. "I don't see how someone could just accept that they're stuck here and start to like it."

"After a certain amount of time, the probability of rescue becomes so low as to be nonexistant, and with it goes the hope that one will be forthcoming." Coldly, emotionlessly logical. That was simply what would happen, though it took far longer in stubborn, too-resiliant humans. It was far too unlikley that in a place where they could not even transmit some proof of their continued existence that they would ever be found, and yet each and every one of them had some dream that some day someone would find them.

The scientific outlook was something she understood more than she wanted to in this moment. As mature and ahead of her years as Liz was, she was still a teenage girl who was used to being surrounded by family and friends, even during the worst of situations. Being completely alone, especially not by her own choice as was the case with her fleeing to Florida after sophomore year came to a close, was unsettling and extremely upsetting. She hated it.

"Problem is, people don't think logically. Feeling things and wanting things have nothing to do with logic."

"I am very much aware of the human tendency to think irrationally and emotionally. That does not preclude the validity of any logical conclusion that they may choose to ignore." How long had he been dealing with humans? There wasn't any changing they way they were inclined to think. The entire idea of emotional thinking was...strange, when he considered it. He wasn't sure that he even could.

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