<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/tD3hg7M/starfire1.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><strong>Koriand’r</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14848548#msg14848548)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday 29th April 2019 – Midday<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Perth, Australia – ‘Lux’ carpark ---> 'Lux' Main Floor<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tamaranean spacesuit (as pictured) paired with thigh-high, predominantly purple explorer boots (https://static.comicvine.com/uploads/scale_medium/11121/111217258/6672662-starfire_by_mystic_oracle_dazegt6-pre.jpg).<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Lucifer<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>---<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Not every planet Koriand’r had encountered possessed a defensive force, but it did not surprise her that the Earth possessed some resistance in the shape of an army, or ‘military’ as the anomaly had called it. Given that she wasn’t here to cause harm – if she was, Earth would have known about it already; she therefore saw no reason to run from the impending forces. Was it not a worthy gesture of faith and goodwill to introduce herself to the protectors of the planet? Besides, she wanted to see this approaching vehicle, especially given that he’d called it ‘fascinating’. At the same time, she was content to trust in his decision to flee the area, and leave that particular ‘case study’ until another time. If the protectors were like those she had encountered on other planets, then she would no doubt be meeting them eventually, no doubt sooner rather than later, unless they were very bad at their task of protecting! For now, there were plenty of other distractions to keep her mind occupied rather than question his decision, such as his reaction to her offer to let him tour the Sol system using her spaceship. What<em>would</em>such a privilege cost him?<strong>“I have not yet decided,”</strong>she cunningly and very honestly concluded with a little smirk. She was not in the habit of making deals after all, but this seemed like one to hold onto until a worthy trade presented itself in exchange.<br/><br/><em>Ah!</em>A thorough preparation! Her eyes lit up at the unofficial promise, and her excitement for the unknown peaked. The guiding arm around her waist, and splayed hand upon her hip, certainly helped to keep her intrigue stimulated. Although, his chuckled confusion likewise made her own eyebrows lift. Had there been an error in communication and translation somewhere? He had definitely used the word ‘prepare’ though.<em>Oh</em>… she’d made the very easy mistake of suddenly assuming that Earth customs might be similar to her home planet in some shape or form.<strong>“Prepare for the first contact,”</strong>she said quite innocently but still matter-of-factly. Then blinked, as she added,<strong>“with Humans. You said I would need preparation. On Tamaran, to prepare means we satisfy our guests with much relaxation before engaging in conversation. You do not practice the kneading ritual on Earth?”</strong>Perhaps she would have to teach them how to perform a relaxing massage.<br/><br/>Making a mental note to always hold doors open for people, since they clearly did not seem capable of holding themselves open –<em>so primitive!</em>– Koriand’r’s eyes quite literally lit up in the slightly darker corridor as her gaze thoroughly examined her new surroundings. When she realised that the occasional, stray piece of clutter was<em>her</em>fault, she immediately felt guilty for causing damage. The Earthling didn’t seem to mind, contrarily asking for her forgiveness, but her lightly frowning expression was still apologetic. She didn’t have space to interject with a verbal apology though, as he immediately went on to explain his environment to her. Ah, so not only was he not alone, but he was also the source of accommodation for others?<em>Employees</em>? Then this establishment was a business? The sudden sound of movement directly overhead snatched her attention, followed by the look of pure marvel on her face as she watched the bookcase pick itself up, and be inexplicably refilled by the generous pile of books littering the floor. She still wasn’t used to seeing the impossible happen – ‘magic’ didn’t exist in her corner of the galaxy, after all. It would take her some time therefore, to get used to witnessing such reality-defying feats. Still lightly gaping, she followed him to the doors up ahead, and inhaled a very pure, awe-stricken gasp as she stepped into the large room illuminated by orange and yellow hues.<br/><br/><strong>“Oh! It is golden and wonderful – like a burning star!”</strong>She immediately exclaimed, sharing her initial reaction and at once, her excited gaze drifted over all the new sights. Already, various questions were springing to mind, such as: What was the object in the middle of the room? Or perhaps most important of all, what<em>type</em>of ‘club’ was this exactly? A house of pleasure and relaxation? Certainly, that explained why there were rooms upstairs, no? Well! If that was the case, then it would be just her luck to crash land next to such a place! She certainly wasn’t complaining about<em>that</em>. Her jaw dropped a fraction more, at the sheer prospect of experiencing ‘the coitus’ with Humans much sooner than expected. Or, whatever else their mating rituals involved. Stepping into the room eagerly, or ‘Lux’ as the anomaly called it, Koriand’r looked to him as he bowed, confused as to whether she should reciprocate this time. Canting her head to the side, she decided not to attempt such an elaborate gesture. She did however, lift her brows at the mention of ‘restaurant’ and ‘Earthling hospitality’.<em>Ah!</em>Then this was a house of feasting? Her excitement dimmed, but only a small fraction. Intercourse with another sentient being was not the only pleasure she had been denied in space. It had been some time since she’d enjoyed a proper meal too, and she was nonetheless keen to experience all the delicacies of Earth, from the most common to the rarest catch.<br/><br/>Clasping her hands behind her back, she nodded enthusiastically to his presumptions.<strong>“Yes, we do, and I am eager to taste all of the Earth food.”</strong>Wait, no, that came out a bit wrong.<strong>“Oh, but not all at once!”</strong>She added with a dulcet little laugh at her own expense.<br/><br/>What genuinely confused her though, was how he described the area as ‘busy’. A confused hum escaped her, enhancing the expression written all over her face. Her gaze then swept across the room. No, it was<em>definitely</em>empty, aside from all the<em>unoccupied</em>tables and chairs. So… unless people were invisible?<strong>“But –?”</strong>She started to interject, but her voice conflicted with his and she bit down on her tongue to let him continue instead. Before the penny could drop though, and she could realise his ‘busy’ comment was actually a ‘joke’, she was instead forced to reconcile with the fact that she had committed a very grave error against the universal social code, from the way that he had very apologetically introduced himself.<br/><br/><strong>“Ah! Yes, I too did not formally introduce myself. Apologies, Earthling, that was most impolite! And I am so very sorry for all of the mess I have created. I did not mean to cause extra work for your employees.”</strong><br/><br/>She could see shadows of figures occasionally passing in the distance in a hurry, and did catch a human female staring at her from the bar area before quickly fluttering about with her work, carrying a heavy-looking tray of glasses which was very noisily placed on the floor. Turning her undivided attention back to the anomaly though, she acknowledged his rather lengthy name with a nod, and clasped her hands in front of her instead. To a Human, it probably looked like she was about to say a prayer with interlocked fingers positioned between her bosom, but in her culture, it was another gesture of goodwill and genuine sincerity to accommodate a greeting or declaration.<br/><br/><strong>“How wonderful it is to meet you, Lucifer Morningstar. I am Koriand’r, Princess of the First House of Tamaran. I am also known to many in my Star System as ‘Starfire’; but I believe there is no need for titles or formalities between us. Please, call me Koriand’r, and with your permission, I shall call you... <em>Lucifer</em>?”</strong><br/><br/>It was not a name she had ever heard or pronounced before, but compared to many other alien names, this one was very easy and smooth on her tongue. Regardless, although he would still be an anomaly to her, she was genuinely pleased to finally have a name to associate with his face. Her smile was warm and bright, and already, she’d forgotten all about the helicopter and her embarrassing crash landing. Why concern herself with such trivialities when her senses were constantly being overwhelmed by so many new sights, sounds and smells? The large, golden room for example, had a tangy scent hidden beneath the otherwise very clean atmosphere. A smell that she could almost tangibly taste on her tongue...<em>alcohol</em>?<br/><br/><strong>“Lux is… a House of Feasting?”</strong>She was still trying to get her head around exactly what type of business venue this was, which resulted in a very blasé series of questions.<strong>“But it is also a… club house? Then there must be feasting and music and dancing and many other pleasures? Ah! Your employees must be very skilled and have many talents! Are the rooms upstairs reserved for the coitus?”</strong><em>Phew!</em>Perhaps she wouldn't need to teach them the basics of 'the kneading' after all!<br/>