"Waaaaaaaaaaaah" He sat up on the couch, screaming his head off. [i] "Alice, I just had a horrible nightmare that I was forced to rescue a princess alongside some cat-ear toting boy-girl-cat-thing and a space vigilante."[/i] "That's reality you dunderhead." [i]Wat.[/i]

These last dozen hours have been one of the most aggravating series of time advancements he's had in a long whole. Being chased, helping somebody, being chased again, chasing somebody. Too much chasing, now they were being hunted by Rectja, the alien from the nightmares of countless people from countless homes in countless systems. It was very far from an ideal way to handle your Friday.

He got up and the dog across the room lifted it's head. [i]"Sit, you. Stay."[/i] Surprisingly, it obeyed and he was free to go downstairs and join the others in the middle of the conversation. He was still sore from earlier and obviously, so was the Quernoan multi-thing on the couch resting her head from the concussion...or was it the heat of the moment that knocked her out? One them for sure. [I]"So what did I miss?"[/i]

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Shalizar did as he was told, he watched over the princess, escorting her in and playing a ruse as they stepped into the court by gripping her arm and throwing her around like she was a bag of oats. He hated doing it to her, but he had no choice, least for now.

Her dancing was sloppy to say the least, her emotions evident in her movements. It was sad to see her subjugated to this.