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apian[For someone who'd never been off Eternia, the promenade of the space Station Deep Space Nine was somewhat... overwhelming. It wasn't that Buzzoff was provincial or uncultured or anything like that: Andreenids were comfortable with technology, and Buzzoff's service with the Masters of the Universe had made him even more familiar with advanced tech than most of his people.
It was just a lot to take in, that was all, especially since he'd spent all of his time on the station up to this point sequestered in residential quarters and meeting rooms. Quiet hallways and private lodgings and spartan meeting rooms were nothing like the loud, colorful crush of aliens here in the public parts of the station.
Buzzoff wasn't the type to let that get to him, though. With his head up and his antennae perked, he zeroed in on possibly the loudest establishment on the promenade and strode inside, the other Andreenids in his retinue following just behind him. A temporary hush spread through the bar, but Buzzoff was used to having that kind of impression; there were lots of strange and wonderful aliens on the station, but none with quite the same combination of wings and chitinous armor and strange eyes and clawed hands and digitigrade legs that he and the other Andreenids possessed.
Well, his people were unusual on Eternia, too. Buzzoff settled his wings against his back with a flip and took a seat at the bar. His companions hovered uncertainly by him without sitting, looking out at the bright commotion of-- gaming tables? Buzzoff waved a hand, dismissing them.] Go on, enjoy yourselves. Just don't spent too much of our Queen's money, huh?
[He watched them move away into the bar, then turned back to the counter, looking around for a menu.]
It was just a lot to take in, that was all, especially since he'd spent all of his time on the station up to this point sequestered in residential quarters and meeting rooms. Quiet hallways and private lodgings and spartan meeting rooms were nothing like the loud, colorful crush of aliens here in the public parts of the station.
Buzzoff wasn't the type to let that get to him, though. With his head up and his antennae perked, he zeroed in on possibly the loudest establishment on the promenade and strode inside, the other Andreenids in his retinue following just behind him. A temporary hush spread through the bar, but Buzzoff was used to having that kind of impression; there were lots of strange and wonderful aliens on the station, but none with quite the same combination of wings and chitinous armor and strange eyes and clawed hands and digitigrade legs that he and the other Andreenids possessed.
Well, his people were unusual on Eternia, too. Buzzoff settled his wings against his back with a flip and took a seat at the bar. His companions hovered uncertainly by him without sitting, looking out at the bright commotion of-- gaming tables? Buzzoff waved a hand, dismissing them.] Go on, enjoy yourselves. Just don't spent too much of our Queen's money, huh?
[He watched them move away into the bar, then turned back to the counter, looking around for a menu.]
