the central hallway of the Mansion. Drds seemed to be the only company, as the mansion seemed a bit quiet today.
"Well, we have the Treehouse, but I wonder if we have a Ballroom in this Mansion?" Spyral wondered. "I REALLY think we could do with a gathering about now."
The Angel then felt a small bump on his foot and looked down. One of the DRDs bumped his foot once more, then moved away, indicating to the Angel that it wanted him to follow.
Down a corridor, up another, and down two more and the DRD paused outside a door, which Spyral opened moved thru. followed by the small droid.
"HOLEEE," The Angel breathed as he watched hundreds of big, plastic beachballs of every size and color bounce to and fro around him.
He looked down at the DRD at his feet and slowly shook his head. "Ballroom....?"
The DRD tweeted at his once, then exited the room, leaving the Angel to watch the balls in their neverending dance. He walked around the room, and noticed that whereever he went, the balls seemed not to go. Almost like they were enchanted to not deliberately 'bounce' someone. Other then the balls, though, the room was bare of any furniture. But the Angel thought it would do nicely, all the same.
"Well," the Angel said with a shrug. "When in Rome...."
He reached into his wing and began pulling out assorted items, and setting them about the room. He had no jukebox, but Twigs ipod with speakers was quite suitable for a small gathering. Some assorted folding chairs, a few cardtables, some glasses, a few cases of assorted liquors acquired from every corner of the known (and a few unknown) galaxy. Even a couple of old disco balls, which as he set them on the floor, set to bouncing with the other balls in the room, as if not wanting to be left out.
Within minutes, the Angel finished with his task. He looked around again.
"Well, it's not the old Ballroom and bar, but I think this will do us just fine for a little fun. Now for some population."
Spyral walked to the door and found the DRD that had led him to this room was still waiting patiently outside. He beeped at the Angel inquireingly. "We need folks for this shindig," Spyral said to the droid. "What do you say you and your buddies pass the word around that the ship is setting sail and theres a party on the weatherdeck?"
The droid beeped back at the Angel in question.
"I know we don't have a weatherdeck," Spyral said patiently. "Just tell them, okay?" With that the DRD sped off on its mission.
"I'm only judging on my experience, but I've never seen such a deficient species.
How did humans make it thru a cycle, even HALF a cycle, without KILLING each other?
You have no special abilities. You're not particularly smart, can hardly smell, can barely see, and you're not even VAGUELY physically or spiritually imposing!
Is there ANYTHING humans do well?"