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The Beginning :)

From above the unknown planet looked rather homely and friendly. The first scanning of the atmosphere made with an on-board computer showed that it was breathable.

The shuttle landed on the coast of a sea, or maybe a large lake, or maybe even an ocean; a sandy beach was stretching to the right and to the left of the shuttle. Running upwards and away from the water, it changed into green hills and forests fenced by distant mountains. It was a cloudy day, and it was probably rather warm up there, in the hills, but here on the coast a chilly wind was constantly blowing from the sea, bringing in a mixture of smells, mostly pleasant ones. Large birds - probably some sort of local gulls - were flying low over the water, crying shrilly. All in all, it looked not too unlike Earth.

The sun broke through the clouds, and in its rays several other shuttles could be seen landing on the beach or going through the atmosphere to the surface of the planet.


May. 7th, 2011 05:33 pm (UTC)
A heavyset, relatively young man in rather shabby pants and a sun-bleached sweater was absent-mindedly poking at the mass of sand with the point of his worn shoe. His hair was cut short, and almost preposterously red. His muscular legs, almost square fists and especially typically disfigured nose betrayed a boxer. On the sand there stood two bulky suit-cases, proud remnants of the past century.
Every now and then the man was casting a furtive glance over the shoulder, as if considering to approach a group of people looming at some distance. Yet for the time-being he remained near the water - despite his physical build-up, the man who landed on the planet about an hour ago, seemed to be somewhat shy...
May. 7th, 2011 06:51 pm (UTC)
The community was indeed growing rapidly. Near the beach Bel saw one more figure. She waved and cried:
- Don't you want to join us?

Edited at 2011-05-07 06:55 pm (UTC)
May. 7th, 2011 07:10 pm (UTC)
The man seemed to be startled out of his revery. A hesitant grin touched his lips, then he waved back. He grabbed his suitcases as if they were but a collection of feathers, and ploughed his way uphill...
May. 7th, 2011 09:04 pm (UTC)
Stella and Allan saw a lonely man going uphill as they were making their way from the grove, both holding large piles of brushwood. They exchanged quick glances, and then Stella called out:

- Hey there! Are you going to the little party up here, too?

Edited at 2011-05-07 09:06 pm (UTC)
May. 8th, 2011 12:59 am (UTC)
The man smiled at her sheepishly
-Ehh... probably. A lady up there called me to join them guys, so I thought I would
He involuntarily looked down at his shabby clothes and somewhat outdated suitcases...
May. 8th, 2011 07:24 am (UTC)
- Come on, then- Stella smiled at him. - I'm Stella Myers, and this is Allan McBayne. And who might you be?
May. 8th, 2011 01:26 pm (UTC)
-Me is Jim- he almost stretched out his hand with a suitcase in it and then laughed at himself. - James Zenchuk.
May. 8th, 2011 01:44 pm (UTC)
Allan shook Jim's hand, too, and said smiling:
- Nice that you showed up - I was almost afraid I'd be the only male human being aroend this place.
May. 8th, 2011 05:58 pm (UTC)
-with all these shuttles around? I don't think so
while discussing practical things, Jim would shake off his usual shyness.
-Surely, you may count on thousands!
May. 8th, 2011 08:25 pm (UTC)
- Thaht soends reelly encouragin', - Allan was studying the face of his new acquaintance with his shortsighted eyes. - Bah th'way, where are yer from? We already got Brit'n and Frahnce heer, wha' would be your former place of living?
May. 8th, 2011 08:34 pm (UTC)
- Couldn't we do the talking on our way back to Bel's shuttle? - Stella interrupted. Even from this distance she could smell soup and some other food, and she wasn't going to miss her dinner because of her Scottish friend's social habits. They would have plenty of time for chatting up there, when they have lit the fire.
May. 8th, 2011 09:24 pm (UTC)
- Yeah, yeah, of course, - the Scotsman turned to Stella and tried to think of dinner, not of the new life out here, new people he was about to get known.
May. 8th, 2011 10:32 pm (UTC)
Jim was eyeing their piles of wood with a knowing smile.
Then he picked up his belongings and strode towards the top of the hill.
May. 8th, 2011 10:29 pm (UTC)
-I live in Canada
Jim finally put the suitcases on the ground and stretched a bit.
-Ehh... I mean, "lived"


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