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Marley
A feeling, cold as death, passed through me. There's a ghost around here... my eyes tinted purple as I reached inside the minds of the people there, until I found one that could see the ghost "Hey, ghostie" I whispered, almost silently

Andrew: Don't call me that. *angry*
Ezra: Hehe "ghostie"...I prefer "ghost boy".
Andrew: Don't CALL ME THAT!

Marley
"Okay, okay, geez..." I got in the ghost's mind, instead "chill, Andrew"

Andrew: W-what? How DID YOU DO THAT?!
Ezra: You can see him? That means you can hear him...boy do I feel sorry for you...
Liz: That's unusual...

Marley
"Oh yea... I'm just that good. A..." lie, lie lie... "mindreader" Mindreader is an acceptable lie, I think. It fits.

Andrew: ...
Ezra: Please...If you're gonna lie...do it right.

Mind if I bring an alien along?

Surez

Name: Jut-Cha Sle, aka The Skipper, aka Skip.

Race: Nuska. (This is just the name of one of the main clans of her species, used as a name for the species. The other main clan is the Hoort clan.)

Gender: Female.

Appearance: Green-blue skin, four arms. As Nuska have four pectoral muscles, Nuska females have four breasts. Try not to stare, Nuska are a proud race and don't like speciesism. All Nuska have no hair, but a cluster of spines like the back end of a porcupine. Skip's are glossy black. All Nuska are tall and slender, and extremely agile. The Skipper is no exception, at 6'1". While each arm of a Nuska is slightly weaker than that of a human, with twice the number of arms they are almost twice as strong.

Description: Jut-Cha wears light and flexible armour, and generally carries a carbine in her lower arms. She loves practical jokes and punching things. She works on and off in the retinue of the local Noronel (peace-keeping force, a bit like a cross between a jedi knight and a 40k inquisitor), and has landed nearby to slack off for a bit. She speaks Galaxicon (Galactic Standard Lexicon, a language designed to be roughly understandable to most inhabitants of the galaxy), Nuska, and Q-Anglish (approximately the same as English).

Skipper: her transport hums and whines as it descends into the woods. This looks like an easy place to kick back for a bit. She lands it, setting the spiny craft down on its landing fins, and lowers the boarding ramp, only to come face to face with a group who look even more surprised than she does. She waves both of her right arms in greeting.

Andrew: I have now offically seen everything....
Ezra: Can't we ever just walk alone?
Liz: Don't be rude! *waves back*

Skipper grins and walks down the ramp. "Hello! The name of me is Jut-Cha Sle, but if you can handle me, you can call me the Skipper."

Alyx: I frowned. First ghosts, and now aliens? "What's going on here?"

Andrew: Uh...hi Skip
Liz: Hi!
Ezra: I have no clue...

"Goin' on? I could ask the same of you! They told me this planet was inhabited by a delta-minus civilisation, but if I'm any judge you lot are at least gamma-plus!" She stops and stares for a moment. "And you're kinda weird. Some kind of human-derivative species, yes?"

Alyx: I sighed. I was not in the mood to deal with strange...creatures. "Um...okay, sure?"

Skipper leaps from the top of the ramp and lands ten feet forwards in front of it, directly next to Alyx. "You all know my name, so what are you all called?"

Alyx: "Oh," I said. "I'm Alyx."

Andrew: Me?
Ezra: I'm a what?!
Liz: I'm Liz, that's Ezra, and he's Andrew.

"Human-derivative. there were a few weird experiments many years back, and now their isn't just one human species. There're several. Which one are you?"

Alyx: "Um...I think we're all just humans."

"Really? Just... Plain... Humans? I didn't know there were any left. So, how are you all doin'?"

Alyx: I shrugged. "I'm...okay? I don't know. I'm just walking."

Andrew: If you can see me...I'm not. Watch this. *Takes hand,tries to touch Alyx, but passes through*
Ezra: You have problems.
Andrew: You have no right to talk!
Liz: Stop!

Alyx: I jumped back. "You are a ghost!" I accused.