Curt has a guitar strapped to his back and a bag with pretty much just snacks and books, although somehow he's managed to remember to pack a toothbrush. It seems like something his mom would approve of. The books include Narcissus and Goldmund, Alice in Wonderland, The Picture of Dorian Gray, and the Kama Sutra. He has on his special silver pants, a comfy t-shirt, and a black leather jacket with a large green pin--the one he usually keeps pinned to the inside of his clothes--displayed prominently on the collar.
He taps it a couple times for good luck, closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and heads for a door. It seems like he must have chosen the right one because there's glittery drifting out from it. On the other side of the door, several androgynous human figures look up from what they were doing, whether fiddling with instrument panels or simply lounging around on futuristic sparkly couches. They are all dressed in colorful and glamorous jumpsuits and one may look suspiciously like Tilda Swinton. Moonage Daydream is playing in the background. They look startled, then not surprised at all, and begin whisper to each other.
Curt himself looks very surprised to find this scene on the other side of the door, but he shrugs and walks through. He wouldn't be Curt Wild if he didn't just throw himself into everything wholeheartedly. As he begins to pass the threshold into the belly of the flying saucer--because of course that's what it is--a small white and brown blur streaks past. It's the Beast, Curt's prodigal and not entirely tame cat returning at last. The glam aliens do not seem terribly pleased, but Curt grins. This should work out just fine.
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He taps it a couple times for good luck, closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and heads for a door. It seems like he must have chosen the right one because there's glittery drifting out from it. On the other side of the door, several androgynous human figures look up from what they were doing, whether fiddling with instrument panels or simply lounging around on futuristic sparkly couches. They are all dressed in colorful and glamorous jumpsuits and one may look suspiciously like Tilda Swinton. Moonage Daydream is playing in the background. They look startled, then not surprised at all, and begin whisper to each other.
Curt himself looks very surprised to find this scene on the other side of the door, but he shrugs and walks through. He wouldn't be Curt Wild if he didn't just throw himself into everything wholeheartedly. As he begins to pass the threshold into the belly of the flying saucer--because of course that's what it is--a small white and brown blur streaks past. It's the Beast, Curt's prodigal and not entirely tame cat returning at last. The glam aliens do not seem terribly pleased, but Curt grins. This should work out just fine.