[What does one do, if they find themselves awake in a strange an alien place, far away from everything they know? A single, rambling explanation that answers nothing substantial at all? What if you had some important things going on, back home? Maybe you'd get angry. Maybe you'd get scared. Maybe you'd dedicate every waking moment to trying to find a way back. Or maybe you'd totally shut down.]

Wow! Spaaaace...

[Riley Grace Davis, however, who has no applicable skills for resolving her intergalactic (interdimensional, perhaps?) case of being extremely lost, instead chooses to make the most of this impromptu vacation from her parole. Right now, that means that her face is pressed against one of the station's exterior windows, making eye contact with the black hole.

Slyly, her gaze slides over to the nearest person.]

...is actually pretty lame, huh? Or, this part of it is. Whatev.

A

[A couple months ago, getting closer to a year now, Bonesaw would've had the time of her life tearing across the stalls and games, stuffing her face full of funnel cake, clapping at the performers antics.

Of course, she also would've been turning people into pretzels or something along those lines, so it's probably for the best that Riley instead looks consideringly at the bumper cars.]

Don't you think they're being really stingy? The tech for all this is total overkill! [She huffs, crossing her arms. Her eyes twinkle with purpose. Or maybe it's just boredom. Or malice. Or all three.] I'm sure they won't mind if I borrow some parts, just for the day before it all gets put back to normal.

[This is still better than pretzel-ing people, so basically she's immune to being criticized. In her unbiased opinion.

So, naturally, she turns big, round, mismatched eyes towards her current victim of conversation. She's so small, see?]

You'll help me out, right?

B

[Alternatively, you'll catch Riley staring at the tunnel of love. She looks almost offended by it.

Actually, she just straight up looks offended, no almost. She's looking at it like it just called her something very rude. Even so much as passing by her in that state will get her talking, attention ripped away from the attraction and towards the unfortunate passerby.]

Hey, over here! [She waves, with both arms. She needs to do this, you see, because she is very small and can potentially be easily overlooked.] I need your help with this stupid fucking tunnel, which seems to be the center of some... anomalous, paracausal phenomenon. I wanna see how it reacts to others who aren't meant to be here.

[Her frown deepens, but the crease of her brow relaxes.]

It could be our ticket out of here, potentially, but this is way beyond the scope of what I do. Still gotta give it a shot though, right?

[Absent of anything to do sans exploration, the only surprising part of Riley ending up in the aviary is how long it took her. But, gosh, isn't there an awful lot to do in this place? Maybe it isn't that much of a surprise.

Then there's the simple fact that this place is bad for her impulse control. Ancient creatures roosting as if it's natural, featherless freaks taking to impossible flight, and things that obey no biological rhyme or rhythm that would be recognizable to a human, which make them achingly nostalgic to her.

This dose of the familiar in a place otherwise so terrifyingly alien, of course, could only end up in her letting down her guard. She should've known better, really; Riley never did like anesthetics, after all. So when that toothsome bird she was having a staring contest with croons a hoarse, broken, desperate—]

Be a good girl.

[—well, that prompts a reaction out of her.

A bit of surprise, sure. Maybe it even gets to her a little bit, she can admit that. But for the most part?

Bonesaw, starved for months of anything novel and monstrous, reaches for the bird with an overwhelming need to turn it inside out until she gets how it works. Until it's beautiful. Until it's hers. Until it's art.]

If none of these appeal to you, or you have your own idea, hit me up at GeneralTrash and we can hash it out!