the alien

[instar]

There are no more five-person meetings at the Swan household. They're a circle: Bella-Andi-Robin-Ethan-Trouble-Bella again. They meet in twos, threes, pass around information, get it all down in Bella's cipher in Bella's notebooks. They have a list of members of the Sharing, mostly procured by Ethan and to a lesser extent Trouble, but no safe way to learn if these people's behavior has changed; they have seen no more aliens, observed no more disintegrations, caught no one ducking into anything that is an alien hideout.

The twins try to behave normally with their father or his pod person, whichever the person who calls them is, for a value of "normally" that involves adamantly continuing to want nothing to do with the Sharing.

And sometimes crying and refusing to tell Renée what's wrong.

School proceeds. No one's grades see more than a minor downturn as a result of all the alien business.

Andi and Robin play music. Andi's getting pretty good on the drums, although her teacher moves away and she has to hunt up another one, who she sticks with for four lessons before deciding to go self-taught.

Bella tightens up her cipher. It began as a letter substitution and since then has evolved to include plenty of personal shorthand - she turns the ratio of shorthand to straightforward letters up as far as she can and still read the thing herself. She abbreviates, she leaves out spaces, she names things in roundabout ways, she refers to things many notebooks ago that she can find easily that anyone else could spend hours hunting for, if she has to record names she finds ways to describe the spelling without ever placing all of the characters in sequence. Maybe the aliens have super-cryptanalysis and super-OCR and can eat her notebooks in one bite and know everything they know; but maybe not, and maybe if she's careful enough she'll look like she's writing her paranoid diary and not like she's taking notes on the quiet invasion.

Trouble comes over a lot. He stays over a lot. Renée has a quiet conversation about him with Bella, in which Bella is vague, pretends ignorance, suggests that maybe he just likes it here, maybe his folks are allergic to gluten and won't eat his baked goods? Renée leaves it alone.

May begins.

Comments

[instar]

"Okay."

[pandion]

"Is it just me or is not having somebody in charge a recipe for disaster? I don't think armies and stuff do it that way just because they couldn't decide which number of uniform stripes looked prettiest and they wanted an excuse to use them all."

[palmofyourhand]

"What kind of disaster do you expect?"

[pandion]

"Well, for one thing, when Bella turned into me that was one thing but I bet if we turn into butterflies or whatever we can't talk to each other, so we have to be coordinated in advance if we're gonna do stuff in morph."

[aeskhyne]

"Elfangor talked," says Trouble, thoughtfully. "Bet you I could talk too, if I morphed him."

[pandion]

"Sure, but Elfangor isn't - wasn't - a butterfly. Poor Elfangor."

[aeskhyne]

"...And the Visser talked. When he was still the what'd-he-call-it, he made that crack about taking a bite out of your enemies. So is that because he was an Andalite to start with, or running one at least, or is it because morphing lets you do that?"

[pandion]

"Good question."

[instar]

"Well, if being able to morph lets you do it, then I - at minimum, possibly all of us - should be able to do it right now," muses Bella. "I just have no idea how."

[aeskhyne]

"I could turn into Elfangor and see if I can figure it out," says Trouble. "But I'd better take my pants off first, I can't imagine it being easy on them."

He makes no move to actually do so.

[instar]

"Do you anticipate having the privacy to do this somewhere other than here? There are -" She glances around. "Random appliance boxes you could go stand behind."

[aeskhyne]

"Here's probably best. Ethan's place has privacy for having sex, not so much for turning into an Andalite, given the parents. I'll just go hide behind a box, huh?"

[instar]

Bella nods. "Not that I'm not curious what it looks like, but I can do my butterfly test in the mirror."

[aeskhyne]

Trouble goes and hides behind a box. There is the sound of clothing being removed, and then some other, moderately disturbing noises.

[hold_infinity]

Robin peeks behind the box.

"Oh, wow, that's gross."

[instar]

"The Visser morphing was pretty gross, but his end result was gross - I guess it's about the process too?"

[hold_infinity]

"It is definitely about the process," says Robin.

[aeskhyne]

Trouble, now in morph, pokes his furry blue head up over the side of the box and swivels his stalk eyes to look at Andi, Bella, and Ethan.

<This is pretty cool,> he says, inspecting his six-fingered Andalite hands with his main eyes. <Hey, I wonder if I can... nope. Turns out you can't go straight from one morph to another. Did he say that? I forget.>

[instar]

"If he did I missed it. That's a serious limit, then, have to pause to be human every two hours minimum. So what's being an Andalite like?"

[aeskhyne]

<Kind of... jumpy,> he muses. <No, maybe jumpy's the wrong word. Alert. Goes with the eyes, I guess. I think I like it. And the tail's not bad either. Probably the strongest part of my body right now.>

[instar]

Bella writes the no-morph-to-morph limitation. "So you're getting - psychological effects, too? The alertness...?"

[aeskhyne]

<I dunno if it's exactly psychological,> he says. <It's more physical. Like, I've got a whole new brain in here.> He taps one slim blue finger against the side of his head. <Whole new set of reflexes. Also, grinning without a mouth is weird.>

[instar]

"And you're not having any trouble standing, moving extra fingers or the eyestalks or the four legs or the tail, it all just makes sense?"

[aeskhyne]

<Yeah. Even the grinning. I'm doing it right now, you probably can't tell.>

[instar]

"Well, there's still tone-of-voice going on when you thoughtspeak. Nothing too obvious in the face, though."