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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"You've got me beat there," she concedes. "I've never been to LA, but I hear it's pretty crowded. I haven't really left New Mexico all that much, let alone Roswell."

There was spending the summer with her aunt in Florida to get away from Max and that time they ended up in Marathon, Texas, but of course, she won't be getting into the latter. The former could easily be brushed off as a girl trying to get over a boy. It was that, but also much more. Liz had needed distance and time to separate herself from the drama she'd gotten so caught up in.

"Hi, I'm Liz."