When Ruins Reply [1x1]

Atelon focused on drinking the remainder of his affe as she detailed her experiences from her side of what had happened, his large white triangular ears facing towards her in indication that he was listening as well. Once she was done detailing what she knew from her end, he met her gaze and smiled before he stopped the recording, named the file and then he began a new recording, this time detailing what had transpired on his side of things, not worrying that the device would have recorded it in the Nolfian speech that the translators were working to.

He explained that he had been out there studying the ruins and trying to ascertain their origins, that he believe they were from an ancient time before Nolfians themselves had come on to the scene, that unlike before where it had purely been an observational study, this time it had been a physical one and had discovered a set of runes or symbols that had been almost imperceptible to his earlier observations. He detailed the sequence of the activation event from its start point to its end point with her arrival before going on to explain his thoughts and reasonings in behind following her, trying to stop her bolting into the wilds and calm the situation down.

Atelon then stopped the recording and named it, filing both under a new designation under his original field study notes. It was then he realised that he had yet to explain what he actually did for a living and pondered whether she had picked up on that from what he had said on his side of the story.

"I, uh, didn't mention my job, did I?" He asked sheepishly, waiting for a few beats before launching to explanations. "I am a scientist of the past... uh... Odaafen," the translator hitched before it repeated the Nolfian word but in a word she would understand as it pulled through its own little archives, "archaeologist."

"Those ruins can be found across much of the world we live in, but we have always found them to be dormant and assumed there were just some form of, ah, ritual stone or another structure with a meaning lost to us by the ravages of time. What happened yesterday... It's never happened before... Not in recorded history anyway. It changes a lot..."

Atelon scratched behind an ear, "I will do my absolute best to keep my promise to you, to get you back to the time and place from whence you came... but you may be here for some time whilst we try to research and find out their true purpose. Had we known they were transporters... we might have had more research done already but your arrival proves that transport is, or at least in part, of their true function. Clearly for transport across time and space... Much to do."

"I will shortly go and get the items we all need, for you and Tucker, but I will also reach out to a colleague. She's one I have worked with for a long time and she is also very good with discretion. Would you be willing to meet her if she wants to confer with you over the particulars of the event that brought you here in person?" Atelon was aware she might not wish to meet others of his kind but if they were to get her back, he knew he could not do this alone... Neither did he wish to bring his mother into the state of things, but knew Pfaela could be trusted with this, so he wanted to start with her and go from there.
 
While Atelon talked to the device and made his recordings, Kat got up and wandered into the kitchen. It was an alien kitchen - literally and figuratively - but the basic idea of "kitchen" was recognizable. Surely there was something in here that would work to keep a pet happy. She didn't mean to judge a people she didn't even know, but this was a weird scenario she'd never even considered. How did an entire people group not have pets? That made no sense to her. Primitive people had pets in her world. Homeless people had pets! Individuals not having pets made sense, or restricting what kind of pets you were allowed also made sense, but no pets at all? None? That felt so wrong.

After digging through a couple of cupboards and finding a lot of items that she had no clue what they might even do (and not because they were weird alien items, she likely would have had the same reaction in a lot of human kitchens with their gadgets), she came up with two metal bowls that looked small enough for Tucker to drink and eat out of. Then she found a lopsided bowl thingy - also metal - that could function as a hide. She's ask for a couple of untreated wood items that Atelon wouldn't mind seeing destroyed later. Finally, she found a large pan thing that would work as a litter box.

She came back with her items when Atelon finished his report and returned to her seat. "An archeologist, huh? That tracks. I hope your colleague can help us out with this mess. Help us out and not turn you in to the government for putting your planet at risk or sending me to some science lab to get studied. That'd be not fun. Not fun at all." She held up the items she'd found. "Are these okay to use? I still need some kind of litter to put in this box, and he could use something to chew on. Do you have aything you don't mind getting destroyed?"
 
White triangular ears followed Kat's movement as he spoke in his own tongue, pausing only to collate and to be certain of order of events but his cadence filled his apartment with ease. Atelon left out no detail from beginning to end, including things that might seem irrelevant but might crop up later. Atelon had a basic understanding that this event was the kind of first contact event that would escalate quickly by some varying degree, and he hoped Pfaela might have a head start on this with him. She had been studying the ruins for almost as long as he had been and she might pick up something he had missed out.

Once he was done with his own statement, he clicked the stop button, named the file and stowed it with the other recording before he sent it to Pfaela under an encrypted message to her personal account. He wasn't going to send it to the official one they each had. He asked for her discretion and to pour over his data again with the statements of the event in mind. Atelon briefly grinned unable to stop himself from doing so. Pfaela was going to have a field day and he could see her excited little bounces already.

Once that was done, he referred to the list of essentials he was going to have to procure for his new house guest, awaiting for the other to be done with rooting about his kitchen space. He didn't mind, Atelon hadn't used half of what was stored, much of it bought and gifted by family and friends in the years since. IF Kat could find a use for it, well... it achieved something in the very least as far as he was concerned.

Atelon nodded soberly, "No, I doubt it would come to the latter... my world has directives against such malpractices." He doubted she would be a 'lab animal' of any regard... not since the Lycanis Event had they ever done such things. He scratched behind an ear as he was briefly reminded of that time... he was young but he remembered it. "I understand that for at least this point in time... I'm your main point of familiarity, a known to the unknown, if that makes sense? I'd like to try and hold off their questioning for as much as possible... and they'd be a little more ruthless, I think..."

Blue eyes rested on the raised items she had found and collected, "Of course... They are now his for as long as needed." He confirmed that, Tucker was another interesting case all by himself and as such was deserving of the same rights as Kat had. Litter... he cocked his head for a moment in thought, "Hm... I can see what the resequencer can do... Are there specific kinds to use?"
 
"I am happy to avoid being questioned for as long as possible. I understand their point of view, but I'd rather not go through that." She gave him a lopsided smile. "I guess eventually I'll have to. I'll trust you to tell me when to run and when to stand. Metaphorically or literally."

She looked down at the pan in her hands. "For litter... sand? Do you have anything like sand? Or shredded paper? Even dirt would work as long as it isn't clay. Something like that. And if you have wood he could chew on? It has to be something that hasn't been painted or anything like that."
 
Atelon nodded, "I'll make sure it's not anything that'll overwhelm or so forth... Pfaela knows when she pushed too far...She's one you can trust."

He motioned for her to follow him and lead her to one side of a wall, which otherwise for the machine set into the wall, had art or diagrams placed upon it. He then pointed out the machine that was set into the wall. It looked fairly simplistic by design and to a height that most children of three foot or more could reach, clearly anticipating for a family dynamic. There were a few buttons to one side and an opening with no door to it of a fairly decent size.

"This is a resequencer and transporter... it can form most things... but no in huge quantities," he explained. "I push this button," he pointed to a large hexagonal button, "and speak in simple terms what I want. For example..."

He pressed the button and spoke in a clear concise manner, "One small bag of washed sand." He let go of the button and after a moment it beeped and whirred. The inverted space in the wall dimmed and then went into a funny kaleidoscope of colours, which by themselves Atelon had always found soothing and fun to watch, and after a moment a bag shimmered into view, growing denser by the second before the lights stopped flashing softly and the whirring noise disappeared.

Atelon reached out and lifted the bag, "It'll respond to you, as long as you keep the device I gave you for the translation... and should understand most of what you want. If it doesn't, it won't produce it and will flash red three times."

He figured this was easier than him getting everything for her and would allow her some autonomy. "Oh, and it doesn't do clothes... I will go and shortly sort that out for you, but ah, should provide for Tucker's needs, I expect?" he looked at her, moving to the side, still holding the weighty bag of sand. Atelon hadn't been too sure if the sand would have needed to be washed or not, he had erred on the safer route but he supposed it didn't matter all too much.

"It does also do food... but ah... not sure it would know what you're familiar with..." he said, uncertain, giving the machine a speculative gaze.
 
Kat watched the device in fascination. "That's some real sci-fi bizarreness," she whispered, staring. She took the bag of sand and looked it over, dipping her hand inside and letting the grains run through her hand. "Wow. This is just like the real deal! Amazing. Yeah, this will work perfectly."

She shifted the bag to one hand and looked at the resequensor curiously. "This thing is pretty cool. And I can use it for whatever I need? Now that is really cool. What's the deal with not doing clothing? Is it too complicated, or what?"
 
"Sci-fi?" Atelon wasn't sure what that was about, something from her world perhaps...

He watched her inspect the sand and grinned as she seemed very excited about it's closeness to the real deal... It technically was but he wasn't going to go into the mechanics of how it worked. He wasn't entirely sure of it himself.

"Yes, you can... Even if you do liquids... it has a code that it'll automatically come in a suitable vessel... For which I am grateful." He shuddered at the thought of what could happen if it didn't have that subroutine.

"And I don't know... for some reason, clothes are off limits with it," he shrugged. "Will you need anything else? Will you be all right whilst I am gone?"
 
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