randomplaces | Nexus. The Fangor family scoop. Talk with a Marco.

The walk through the trees was somewhat long, but though there was no trail the way was clear and easy to traverse. When the forest finally ended it was to show a largish clearing ringed by more trees and sporting a few hurdles and ramps near where Al and Marco entered. On the farther side, nearly lost in the long grass, the force fields covering a large scoop and two smaller ones shimmered softly.

It was to the largest scoop that Al directed his steps, though he shot a glance toward the larger of the small ones as the sound of hammering came from it. It made him wonder what Varek was making now, but he knew he'd find out later without upsetting the nervous young Andalite by invading his private workspace. Varek always showed all his inventions to his War Prince first.

The large scoop took up about the same ground space as a comfortable bungalow back on Earth would have, and Al wore an unconscious grin as he passed through the force field and rumbled down the wooden stairs into a kitchen that would have looked more at home in that comfortable bungalow back on Earth, even down to the family snapshots arranged on a shelving unit over to one side, and the alphabet magnets on the door of the big stainless steel side by side fridge.

"Loren?" he asked, seeing that the freezer door on that fridge was open and unable to detect the scent of the person busy inside because of the cold draught that was billowing out.

-Yes?- A slender Andalite woman looked around the door at him, then closed it and came over to give him a hug and a nuzzle. -I went grocery shopping to replace what Ax happened to this morning.-

Al chuckled as he returned the embrace, then glanced over toward where Blue was cuddling a stuffed animal in a nest of clean towels in her favorite jumbo size laundry basket. "I brought a visitor."

Loren looked at him quizzically, then turned her attention toward the stairs.

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"In Canada and parts of the Midwestern United States it's called pop, and that's the English I picked up." Al shrugs as he straightens and offers a can of natural grape soda pop. "And there's an entire mall here."

"Yeah, but everyone knows that it's actually called soda. I mean, even if you picked up Canadian English, you have to get the lingo right. Thanks," he says as he takes the soda and pops the top. "Where is here, exactly?"

"No. In those areas it's actually called pop. And people will laugh at you for saying soda." Al frowns at him, and then dismisses the debate as he opens a tall brown bottle that looks like beer but is really Jamaican ginger beer. "This is a Nexus between realities. People from every place, time, and possibility go through over by the sign."

He takes a pull at the bottle and then nods to a doorway. "Let's go sit in the living room."

If Marco notices the frown, he doesn't seem to care. He tends to get argumentative and snarky when put into a new situation, especially a new weird situation, and he knows that every minute longer he spends in the company of aliens he's sealing his fate of never returning to normal. And Marco very much wants to return to normal and just walk away from this whole thing, and would, if Rachel and Tobias didn't keep guilting him.

"Alright," he shrugs, and follows Al.

The living room that Al leads into has thick carpet of a comfortable colour, several large cushions scattered all over the floor, and two armchairs. Al dumps himself into the one closer to the big screen TV, then winces and pulls a doll out from under himself before glancing toward another open doorway from which the sound of busy, distracted humming is coming.

Marco winces inside, a little, at how much nicer, how more alive this place is than his apartment. He takes a seat, checking the chair first for dolls and toys, and keeps drinking his soda. "How many people, um, Andalites, live here?"

(( Out biking for day, back tonight. ))

"Andalites are people." Elfangor frowns at the doll, wondering why the makers put such a big head on it, then looks up again. "Four. And two people whose main or only form is human. Aidla and her husband and son live next door."

"That's not what I meant," Marco mutters, "of course you're people, I'm just only kind of new to the whole X-Files thing."

"And why are you all living together? Did we beat the Yeerks?"

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