Claus wasn't sure what he thought of this shop...he'd never seen anything like it.

Idly he wandered about the store, eyes flicking over all the different colorful decorations on both the walls and the items for sale. Shelves filled with different kinds of books, boxes with strange images and diagrams, and all kinds of odd knick knacks in little towers here or there. There were even plush toys with strange shapes and even weirder names, boasting about being Big Cells! ...whatever that even meant.

Initially he had walked in because of a book he had seen in the window, but now he couldn't help but wander about the store to see what else was here.

Most of the boxes seemed like...toys? Kits? At least some of them sounded like it with names like 'Grow your own Crystals' or 'Light Up Air Rockets' or 'moon display kit'. He wasn't really sure what the purpose of those were. The books made a bit more sense to him than the items in the boxes. They seemed informative. He'd even spotted a couple with covers mentioning marine animals or agriculture. Though, he did turn away when he noticed a book on robotics.

After what felt like a life time of wandering he found the book he had been searching for. Unfortunately for him, the book was on the top shelf. A shelf higher up than Claus was tall with the desired book pushed to the back.

"Great..."

He grumbled to himself. First, he tried leaning up on his tip toes, fingers juuuuust barely brushing against the cover of the book. He tried again, and again, even hopping to try and reach, but no matter how far he tried he couldn't actually get a proper hold of the book.

Frustrated, he glared at the book and attempted to reach out in another way. Briefly, the book was engulfed in a soft glowing energy, small hexagonal particles floating about the book. They glowed in hues of soft blues, yellows, and reds. The book wiggled, but still didn't budge.

Upon noticing the lack of movement, the lightshow stopped and the boy took a step or two back from the shelf.

Claus was really starting to be annoyed by the restraints placed on his abilities.

Y'know what? Caution thrown to the wind, Claus began to climb the shelves. It wouldn't be that far! Just one step or two! He'd grab the book and immediately hop down! He was already at least a bit closer now that he was climbing up the bookshelf, he was actually getting close to grabbing the book now!

"C'monnnn...."

He reached, doing all he could to keep his balance and not cause the shelf to wobble too much from his weight.

Looking at the telescope again, he then refers to his phone once more, focused enough on what he thinks is a space station that he jumps when he realizes he's not alone.

"Oh, sorry, is this your telescope? It was unattended, so I thought it might be good to try and figure out...where we are."

"So far, I have not a single idea beyond what we've been told."

It seemed as though Promosis wasn't the only one trying to study the stars. At this point she knew trying to study these stars was all but pointless for the reasons that she wanted to study them in the first place. There didn't appear to be any familiarity within them at all.

Well regardless, she found herself a bit hesitant to approach a stranger. Even if it appeared as though they shared a similar interest. She knew how some might react to her, but she didn't feel as though using her cloaked form would be appropriate right now either!

Yet, the temptation of making a new connection was just too much for her to ignore. Even if there was a risk that the interaction may not turn out well, that was a risk she was willing to take right now.

So, she stepped into the moon light, holding her hands in front of herself politely.

          Rocky was, in the purest form of the word, frustrated. his claws clacked against the stone path beneath him as he quickly moved along, three of his limbs focused on walking while the other two fiddled with the "toolset" he'd been given. gentle tapping told him they were likely made of a similar material he had seen grace use—a material that was absolutely useless against most actual materials. a fluted sound of exasperation left him as he tucked the things back into his bandolier, once again scanning the area around him. more of those moving machines, and more of the flat surfaces that rocky was certain probably displayed earth writing.

     writing that was inaccessible to rocky, without the imager device he'd made. another sharp note expressed how he felt about that.

     it was, perhaps, luck that made the sound bounce off the smooth surfaces around him strangely. enough to make rocky tilt his carapace to hear the returning frequencies better, and actually focus closer on what he was hearing. close enough to pick up on familiar angles and planes around the corner in front of him—shaggy hair, a time device ticking around a wrist, glasses dangling from one ear. he turned ( an unnecessary but involuntary movement ) and was moving before he even really registered it.

Welcome to shining Isola Radiale, Ryland!

You will be staying in CONDO 418.

You will be given a plastic diorama of Tau Ceti.

Enjoy your stay!