#gregnar;;

"Oh, Zora! What a pleasure it is to see you." Gloved hands are on his hips as he approaches. The mess behind him had gotten a few onlookers but he didn't pay them much attention so long as they eventually moved on. A few other workers were attempting to clean up what they could.

"Well, I don't want to alarm you but..." His ears droop ever so slightly as he comes to confess. "...I lost my grip while flying and one of my mutagens might have fallen into a mole's burrow and...mutated it." A sheepish grin is given as he rings his gloved hands together.

"Indeed!" He couldn't help but turn back and look at the burning building. It's not the first time he's seen one nor will it be the last. "I hope everyone else made it out alright." Pointed ears perked up ever so slightly.

"I'm so sorry I hit you! My little creations were distracting me!" Gloved hands are to his hips as he takes a moment to glare at a pair of noisy experiments, now both in the corner of the flying saucer in shame. They get the time-out corner for a little while.

He's been staring at these rows of buyable plushies for quite some time now. Greg wanted to get his gellies a little something but at the same time he couldn't overspend. The deccaton scientist only had so much money on hand.

Oh, what's that landing on the beach? Looks to be a flying saucer made out of spare parts and junk. The bottom opens up and soon enough the green scientist emerges. His gaze is upon a data pad before looking up and towards the nearby town. A gloved hand scratches at his forehead in confusion before spotting someone.

"Cosplay?" Pointed ears went up before the alien scientist slowly nodded his head. "Yes. That's what I am! I'm certainly not an alien seeking to understand this primitive but fascinating planet. I am what you would call a cosplay!" What in the world was a cosplay?!