maskormenacelogs | I'm from past the stars and beyond the moon

[ Though he was minutely focusing on not falling asleep on his feet, when Fraser started to turn on his heels Ig abruptly looked up and smiled, all too expressive about the fact that he enjoyed the music. Most of what he'd been exposed to came in the form of jingles on commercial advertising, so he was all for a good song.

Not uncomfortable in the slightest about being sang to, Ig just stood and enjoyed, fingers twisting behind his back. He wasn't even remotely aware of the social function of clapping when a performance was over, but he did grin widely. Mentally piecing together a compliment instead, Fraser came out and quickly provided questions of his own, diverting Ig's attention and letting him scramble to answer question.

They'd finally giving in to continuing signing in his personal speech classes. Two languages is better than one and he picked up with his hands faster, making it easier to provide better context to verbal vocabulary. So sign he did. ]

Hi, Fraser. It was good. But- [ Uhmmm. Processing... ] I went very fast. [ Enunciated: Fast fast fast. ] And I talked to friends. And sleep. And.

[ He reached behind himself to tug on the tip of the wing he'd strapped onto his back. He had no memory of this. Or a word for it. What was his life?? ]

[ It wasn't that Ig was simple, there was just a simplicity to his presence that was genuinely appealing. Running into him made a day more pleasant, and Fraser liked that in his life. There had been days in Chicago that had been rough--days in Canada, too, where the death and crushing snow had brought more misery than the gentle pleasures of life. ]

Ah, I see. [ Fraser smiled, and repeated: ] Wings. Like "bird". You know bird. Everyone is wearing costumes, like me. [ He drew his hands up and down his body to indicate what he was wearing, and smiled. ] I do like the wings though, they suit you.

[ He tipped his head, though. Ig had been sleeping? That explained why he hadn't seen him. ]

You wore yourself out. That's easy to do. You need lots of energy for an event like this. [ He gestured-- ] I hope you ate something, too?

[ Ig was completely unaware as to whether or not people found him stupid. Someone should probably allow him to wear a sign around his neck that stated he was an ESL student, but no such luck. Instead, he remained blissfully unaware of the way he looked at life, remaining pleasantly cheerful... helped by an inability to read news updates and too much time in forested areas.

But oh! Yes! ] Birds! Yes, birds. Maybe a present. I don't know. [ But he nodded because yes, everyone was wearing things they didn't usually wear. ] Like pretending games in clothes. Old clothes.

[ He wobbled his head back and forth because sure, he wore himself out but good lord there was a lot of running. Running into people. It was like the world was suddenly going twice the speed it normally did. But he shook his head. ]

No food. I made art.

[ No food. Well that was a problem he could solve, at least--and Ray wouldn't mind, he'd find him soon enough. For now, though, he hooked his arm through Ig's and began to steer him back through the hall toward where all the tables of food were.

It was beginning to sound like he'd been affected by one of those strange edible flowers he'd steered Ray away from earlier. People had definitely been acting weird because of them all day.

With his arm hooked through Ig's he was still able to sign awkwardly: ]

What kind of art did you make?

[ He hadn't expected that answer to be something worthy of being physically snatched up, but he blinked a few times, wide eyed and interested as Fraser began to pull him along, scurrying for a moment before he easily kept up pace.

Lifting up his chin, he peered at Fraser for a few moments, the utmost kind of curious. He'd been around a variety of people as of late and maintaining a certain level of interest when it came to humans altogether was becoming something of a past time. People were really, really interesting.

And pretty lovely as far as he was concerned. But he was also 100% exhausted and right yes questions. Uhmmm okay. What is this word? His hands should cooperate. ]

Bowls. [ No. Not bowls. Uhm. ] Big bowls. For carrying. [ Baskets. Baskets! How do you say baskets!!! ]

Big bowls for carrying?

[ Okay, so Fraser was bright, and quick, but even he had his limits. He frowned at Ig for a moment or two, trying to put together the hand movements with the description. Bowls? For carrying? Like urns? No, Ig would have mentioned if they were meant to carry water, and besides most urns didn't look like bowls.

Baskets? ]

You mean baskets? [ He asked, uncertainly. ] Like you put eggs in, or flowers? [ Art? ] You've been weaving baskets?

[ And that did make sense, because he'd seen some people doing that earlier. ]

[ PING!

Ig nodded, though perhaps a touch slower than usual, his gaze drifting away for a moment before ticking back. He was paying attention, yes he was. But there had been baskets involved and flowers and who knows what else because it was all kind of fuzzy and he'd done all those laps around the party and what would've happened if he was a robot?

Pay attention. ]

Yes. With help. I had help. [ And people thinking he was crazypants but you know, he's still not entirely sure what happened with all of that. ] Then sleeping.

Then sleeping.

[ Fraser nods sagely. He thinks he understands, and since they're nearing the table now, with its still heaping remains of food, he detaches himself from Ig's arm, and gestures around the place. ]

You need to eat things to recharge your batteries. Whatever it is those flowers did to you before, food will help.

[ Fraser took down one of the unbreakable plates, and set in on a patch of table in front of Ig. ]

There must be lots of things here you haven't tried before.

[ Oh, food. Ohhhhh, food. Ig looked at the plate and then up at the tables. Eating was always something of an experience considering food does not equal metal, a concept he still struggled to wrap his mind around. And admittedly, for the most part, he hung around in the junkyard as a robot when it was time to consume things because....

Human food was complicated. It just was. And looking into grocery stores by himself was a disaster and a half.

How was he supposed to know what that stuff in the boxes was??? There were too many choices, always, and not enough background on any of them. They talked about food in his language classes but that was like a foreign language on top of a foreign language.

But he nodded because it was true. There were lots of things he hadn't tried. He just didn't know where to start. Tapping at the table he finally shrugged profoundly before pointing at... things he knew. ]

Fruit. [ Woo woo lookit his vocabulary go. ] Bread. [ But both of those he knows because of previous meals. ]

I'm from past the stars and beyond the moon

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