«INTEGRITY»

I also made big cuts to the muse roster. I tried to cut out anyone that I A.) Felt like I took up more for someone else than myself and B.) Sparks interest in me to keep writing with them in general, like characters I just REALLY still feel that urge to explore and feel like I just have so much more to do with yet. But I also tried not to go with characters that I'd rather just write fic for on my own.

@earthentrusted said: Solomon typically followed leads of any promise, prioritizing those of "immediate threat." Not every threat realized itself as something extraterrestrial, but leave it to anyone else to neglect a problem creature for the sake of jurisdiction. Tonight a "commotion" forwarded his way sent him to a rural community--but as Solomon cornered the culprit in an out building, he lowered his weapon. The menacing images of a looming creature and minor destruction sent his way told a different story than what he saw in front of him. "It was an accident, wasn't it?" (For Meech from @/earthentrusted !)

unprompted: always accepting!

Meech got too close. His curiosity drew him closer & closer in a little human community -- pretty lights ... so colorful, twinkling. Music was playing, he heard lots of voices that sounded so happy. He wanted to see it.

In the process, he knocked over some of those large bins humans stored stuff in that they didn't want anymore. Trash ... cans? Yes, trash cans. He caused a commotion, got the attention of some of the partying humans, & they screamed. Started shouting that there was a 'monster' -- more humans came to look, more screamed, some threw things at him.

Panicked, he fled, causing some minor property damage on his way. He took shelter in what seemed to be an unoccupied, smaller building than the other homes, waiting for the commotion to calm down. But then someone found him.

Meech pushed himself further into a corner of the building, hunkered down in a crouched position, looking like a large ball of black fluff, with two glowing red dots. He was prepared for the worst. To be hurt. But the human ... asked him a question.

"It was an accident, wasn't it?"

"Sorry that they hurt you. It wasn't your fault." Solomon crouched onto one knee, inspecting Meech from behind his thick, red goggles.

For those moments when you have your guard down. “My muse” refers to replier. Send…

🎶  to catch my muse singing to themselves

🎼  to catch my muse dancing

☹️  to catch my muse having a mental breakdown/panic attack

😪  to catch my muse up late because they couldn’t sleep

🍸  to catch my muse drinking alone

🚬  to catch my muse taking a smoke break

☠️  to catch my muse after getting injured

🎉  to catch my muse alone outside during a party

✏️  to catch my muse doodling

👁️  to catch my muse looking at themselves in the mirror

“You’ll find our technology is more advanced than what is strictly available on Earth.” 

Solomon looked up at him. His red goggles reflected the gleaming glass of Scrapperton’s head, revealing too the blue of his eye as he leaned close to Solomon. His own expression did not show through.

“Don’t patronize me.”

He turned. 

“Duck on the ship if you have to.”

“Patronize? Oh, not this time,” he laughed, “No. You humans truly are short. There are plenty of others out there that tower over you. I made myself eight feet! I hardly remember when I used to be as short as you.”

“Why, the Skeleton King- he’s twelve feet, sometimes more!”

His body jerked, as if it were glitching, a few sparks coming out before settling, “Lets not talk about him.”

He watched Scrapperton enter the ship. "You can have a seat in the back." Agents accompanied him, coming to his side. "Don't worry about our personnel. We take every precaution we need to."