RP? I'm bored.

Thx, I was wondering since this is Sci-fi if I could be an ailen?

No problem!

My character is Zix. She's a prophion and 18 in human years, in alien years shes like 180 in alien years. She is fascinated by humans. She seems human, green eyes and black hair, a little tall and in good shape, until she opens her black wings or she shows you how she can re-grow a limb.

(That's neat! What kind of wings, chipotran, insectile, avian?)

(that sounds super cool!)

their avian (what kind is chiptran, I've never heard of that one before?)

(Chipotran is bat-like!)

thx

(What's avian??)

bird-like

Ohhh okay lol

Do you guys want to start now or wait for @ShadowMisfit

I'd like to start

I dunno.

I'm going to start. We'll catch them up when they get back

K

(also who wants to work at the cafe?)
Mitchell stumbled into the cafe, letting out a sigh and putting his hair up into a messy bun. He really needed coffee right now.

Aizen looked at the man who'd just stumbled in, very warily. He didn't look like any of the people he'd freed from ConTech's hideout in the Ghetto, but he sure acted like it. Maybe Aizen should've paid more attention to the people he'd freed. Wait, he had a bionic arm. No way he was one of the freed, he was safe!

Zix looked around the small square. She was under strict instruction to keep her wings hidden, but they hurt folded up and it was hot in the long coat the was wearing. She watched as the group of humans she was currently studying walked into a building, so she followed them.

As Zix looked around she was terrified. The humans in the shop were drinking poisin! Not only that but, they were doing it by their own will!

Mitchell walked up to the front to order a coffee. "Can I get a black coffee?" He asked, trying his best to sound polite, but it came out in a bitter tone. (sorry I left I was on the bus, no wifi)

(It's ok, I had chores to do.)

Coffee? Didn't they realize that they were drinking sifeotion?

He looked around, bored and tired, and noticed a person staring at him in horror. He glared. "What?"

"Nothing."

He hummed in annoyance and took a seat close to the girl, waiting for his coffee. He wondered if there were bags under his eyes. He figured there were, considering he hadn't slept in the past couple of days.

(just a question are aliens common in this world)

(Sort of? Not as much as humans, but you'll always see a few walking down a busy street)

(Thx) I slide into the booth oppisite the guy. "You do know that your going to die, right? Why is everybody in here killing themselves?"

Mitchell looked at her, confused and scared. "What are you talking about? Is the coffee poisoned?" He clenched his fist.