[Whatever wise-ass had the idea for a parade that sported nothing but phallic representation or innuendo had to be the spokesperson for ED because it was all a little too on the nose for Alec, who despite his own needs and libido never was so overtly cocksure that it needed celebration. The floats slide by only with mild amusement and interest on his face, the rest is a little too much to take in. Alec hasn't been so hungry yet that he's willing to barter with the natives or the locals for their trade. Mostly, he's spent time eavesdropping and pinched what he could off of total strangers.
This was earth, that much he was sure of, but it didn't look totally torn apart like he was used to. This wasn't New Seattle and it was a lot more put together than the rest of America back home for him. Instead of really bothering to socialize, Alec scales the foundation of something relatively sturdy for a bird's eye view. It takes longer than it would normally, and it's met with some discomfort. It's not something he regrets, really, because above the crowd he can see just how many people are out here witnessing this parade of insecurity and it hits him that this is the first time he's ever seen so many people standing one place at once.]
Strawberry dick pop?
[Alec might not be participating but that doesn't mean he wasn't mildly interested the minute he heard that someone managed to shape flavored ice into genitals, he's always been vaguely interested in the assinine. The popsicle he's offering has been barely touched, and just the tip of it is poking through the wrapping. Just the tip.]
SAFEHOUSE █ FREAKS COME OUT AT NIGHT
[He's seen this one before, it's a tired overused plot that's supposed to build suspense. Strangers wake up in a strange place, a new environment, and they're supposed to have their heart hammering in their chest. The panic is supposed to sit in when they realize that this isn't home and this isn't anyplace they've ever been before. That doesn't happen for Alec. His whole life had been one situation like this after another, it takes no time for him to realize he's been dosed and placated and instead of acting like a fool he goes for the alternative route and pushes his back into one of the safehouse walls and watches the interactions between people in the same situation with mild disinterest.
It must be nice to be secure enough to think that any one of these people weren't a plant or ploy. Alec isn't convinced yet. Whoever is pulling the strings clearly hasn't made an appearance yet, and everyone else that just somehow managed to show up here is wandering around like they have the Thorazine shuffle. Not his modus operandi. He already chose his bed, grabbed the things that were allotted to him and is now just taking a headcount and questioning the lay of the land. Better to have all your corners covered. Panic wasn't part of his genetic sequence.]
No thanks.
[Regardless of similar circumstance, Alec isn't really a social butterfly, thank you for trying - next contestant. He hasn't budged an inch since claiming his bed and getting his provisions, he's been perched, statue still with his arms folded across his chest and his back still planted firmly into the brick. Alec more than understands, on a psychological level that people find grounding in similar situations, whatever- that's an excuse. What keeps him grounded is knowing what the fuck is going on.]]
Try the rest of the peanut gallery, I'm not interested.
[A dismissive wave of his hand punctuates the steadily growing clarity he's dealing with. He hasn't seen the light of day yet, and he feels like he's on sensory overload. Somebody needs to keep watch, in his experience, the normals aren't too good with abduction scenarios. Chaos is the last thing he wants to be a part of, better to play the odds.]
Alec McDowell | Dark Angel | OTA
[Whatever wise-ass had the idea for a parade that sported nothing but phallic representation or innuendo had to be the spokesperson for ED because it was all a little too on the nose for Alec, who despite his own needs and libido never was so overtly cocksure that it needed celebration. The floats slide by only with mild amusement and interest on his face, the rest is a little too much to take in. Alec hasn't been so hungry yet that he's willing to barter with the natives or the locals for their trade. Mostly, he's spent time eavesdropping and pinched what he could off of total strangers.
This was earth, that much he was sure of, but it didn't look totally torn apart like he was used to. This wasn't New Seattle and it was a lot more put together than the rest of America back home for him. Instead of really bothering to socialize, Alec scales the foundation of something relatively sturdy for a bird's eye view. It takes longer than it would normally, and it's met with some discomfort. It's not something he regrets, really, because above the crowd he can see just how many people are out here witnessing this parade of insecurity and it hits him that this is the first time he's ever seen so many people standing one place at once.]
Strawberry dick pop?
[Alec might not be participating but that doesn't mean he wasn't mildly interested the minute he heard that someone managed to shape flavored ice into genitals, he's always been vaguely interested in the assinine. The popsicle he's offering has been barely touched, and just the tip of it is poking through the wrapping. Just the tip.]
It must be nice to be secure enough to think that any one of these people weren't a plant or ploy. Alec isn't convinced yet. Whoever is pulling the strings clearly hasn't made an appearance yet, and everyone else that just somehow managed to show up here is wandering around like they have the Thorazine shuffle. Not his modus operandi. He already chose his bed, grabbed the things that were allotted to him and is now just taking a headcount and questioning the lay of the land. Better to have all your corners covered. Panic wasn't part of his genetic sequence.]
No thanks.
[Regardless of similar circumstance, Alec isn't really a social butterfly, thank you for trying - next contestant. He hasn't budged an inch since claiming his bed and getting his provisions, he's been perched, statue still with his arms folded across his chest and his back still planted firmly into the brick. Alec more than understands, on a psychological level that people find grounding in similar situations, whatever- that's an excuse. What keeps him grounded is knowing what the fuck is going on.]]
Try the rest of the peanut gallery, I'm not interested.
[A dismissive wave of his hand punctuates the steadily growing clarity he's dealing with. He hasn't seen the light of day yet, and he feels like he's on sensory overload. Somebody needs to keep watch, in his experience, the normals aren't too good with abduction scenarios. Chaos is the last thing he wants to be a part of, better to play the odds.]