Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25316824-20150726050410/@comment-24652012-20160121190333

(Last post then I am mandatorily waiting for someone else to post something or letting the RP sleep for 3 months.)

The human activates his Hud, he looks at the plants and animals.... he looks at a bird, text in siren letters appear, then they translate to the alphabet of his native tong, a icon of creature comfort recipes display ways he can cook the bird.

The human: "This is cool, but you already carved up a pod of crocodiles like thanks giving turkeys and used some of their skins to make travil sacks to carry it, and the rest of their meat you already gave us. Plus we still have the Aquamarine sea food, what ever this stuff is you must have bought from a human planet, plus we have our army rations on us. It will be longer until we run out of food then most of us ever want to stay.

You want to improve our comfort? to us, this isn't a hot tub, this is way out side of our comfort zone. We are land life forms, we want to be dry. We will be staying hear until mid night, at least 8 more hours, if you can find some fire wood it will chase away the moister and keep us dry.

The female siren: "Dry? why?"

The human: "See how it gets our skin all wrinkly? if that prolongs mold begins to grow in our skin, and bacterial infection, something known as trench skin syndrome. Besides, I bet you never tasted your food smoked, I garneted you will like it, miss..."

The siren: "My name is.... (and then the translation device manages to redirect to a direct name equivalent translation, something that rarely manages with siren names) Sasha. The chip from my cellphone also links to the others cellphones and to the cameras, smell scanners, hearing scanners, and tast scanners that link from our brains to a chip in our helmets, and now to your hud linked onto your friend or foe tags. Say, HUD-CAM Sasha."

The human: "HUD-Cam Sasha." Suddenly on screen he sees what she seas and his personal radar links to her keen senses.

The human: "K, now collect drift wood, I will set it by the fire to dry, and in a few hours it will burn very bright and hot. Then I will smoke meat for you. Deal."

Sasha: "Deal."

The human: "So, Thunder Heart.... suddenly his name translation redirects to Thor.... "What the heck???? what did you do to my gear????"

Sasha sighs and doesn't answer....