Let me see, I've got a very quickly-drawn picture of the "lizardman" here: http://yonjuunana.livejournal.com/248114.html. Hahaha, it still feels SO weird for me to be letting this stuff out of my head, after having it be a big part of my life that I never talked about for so long. Anyway, I'll let him talk. He's a bit different from other jiko in that I don't usually talk to him in person. He usually stays on his planet and talks to me through... sort of a radio in my head. :P Although he's got some cameras set up in his room that I can look through, so I can see him. That's how I'm used to dealing with him (And again, I'm happy to have somebody that I can talk to about this stuff without having to worry about sounding completely insane, hahahaha). So he'll have to talk through me unless he decides to try and come visit. I'll just write what he says:
Introducing myself feels as strange to me as it does to Margaret. I am far, far out of familiar territory. I hope you will forgive me if it takes a while to adjust to this way of thinking.
Of course I can't pass up the opportunity for another first contact. Second contact? No, first contact. This is new. Leave it to Margaret to disappear, only to find a whole new domain to explore. I feel like I've been given a second chance. May I manage to stay conscious through this one.
I am mission control. I was mission control. More specifically, my name is Sh-San. And despite what everyone seems to enjoy saying, I am not a lizardman. Or a dinosaur. If anything, I think I'd make a good dragon.
Me: No, you're totally a dinosaur. You can't fly or breathe fire.
Sh-San: Spaceship will be my wings. Fire-breath will be... Eh. A simple, if pointless, engineering challenge.
(Me: Oh man, I hope he's joking...)
Sh-San: And of course I will come visit. Give me a few days to prepare.
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Introducing myself feels as strange to me as it does to Margaret. I am far, far out of familiar territory. I hope you will forgive me if it takes a while to adjust to this way of thinking.
Of course I can't pass up the opportunity for another first contact. Second contact? No, first contact. This is new. Leave it to Margaret to disappear, only to find a whole new domain to explore. I feel like I've been given a second chance. May I manage to stay conscious through this one.
I am mission control. I was mission control. More specifically, my name is Sh-San. And despite what everyone seems to enjoy saying, I am not a lizardman. Or a dinosaur. If anything, I think I'd make a good dragon.
Me: No, you're totally a dinosaur. You can't fly or breathe fire.
Sh-San: Spaceship will be my wings. Fire-breath will be... Eh. A simple, if pointless, engineering challenge.
(Me: Oh man, I hope he's joking...)
Sh-San: And of course I will come visit. Give me a few days to prepare.