Oh great, how did HE get loose in here?!

[mapsincolor]

Ith Mun?

Poocha Chubugga Oom Chickee! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

[OH GOOD. Pick an alien who speaks in gibberish and is programmed to destroy everything in sight. This cannot POSSIBLY GO WRONG.]

[Speaking of, Stitch is now on the ceiling. A little help getting him down?]

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[thieviusraccoonus]

[Well hello there little... blue... thing.]

Hey, uh, usually people stand on the floor you know.

[mapsincolor]

[At the strange voice, Stitch pauses. Ears twitch up and down as he... considers the statement? Who can tell?]

Itch gibbeting?

[let_it_go]

[What is that.]

Er . . . hello?

[mapsincolor]

[Stitch skitters closer, sniffing. Another of these aliens. ClassificationBipedThreatYesNo?]

[Curious, he tries the new sound, rolling it around like a toy.]

H...H...Hlo!

[let_it_go]

[Oh! Well, you're a bit cute.]

It's nice to meet you. I'm Elsa.

[mapsincolor]

[Stitch considers for a minute, spitting out a couple more sounds. Then he spots the snowflakes swirling around Elsa's head.]

Ooooooh! [He giggles and snaps at one. That is... certainly a lot of teeth!]

[let_it_go]

[My, what big teeth you have. Don't eat me.]

I've never seen anything like you before.

[She took a step back cautiously.]

Perhaps a creature of legend that I haven't read about?

[Of course, she was talking more to herself than to him. He didn't seem concerned with her at all - except for the snow swirling around her head, which vanished as she looked him over.]

[mapsincolor]

[Stitch either cannot read human body language or does not care. Obviously 'Step back' means 'Give Stitch room to investigate!' He darts down the wall, impossibly fast, and runs several circles around Elsa.]

[Maybe he'll find more snowflakes!]

[kittysdragon]

[Oh hai fellow small alien who's ability to communicate with humans is highly viable. Lockheed's Mun however can't handle the idea of spending all the time speaking in a complex alien language. Also he can fly. Dragon, duh.]

Ah, hi'ya? Ahem. [He switches to his own language.] I don't suppose you can understand me when I speak like this instead of English. I don't confess to recognising your species.

[mapsincolor]

(OCC: Interesting! - do you mind if I mess with Stitch's voice a little bit to see what he sounds like NOT in Engibberish? He should pick this up quickly.)

[Stitch's ears perk up in points. He tears across the ceiling, leaving deep grooves and showering the rest of the room with splinters.]

[The language isn't an exact match for Stitch's, but it's closer then anything else so far! He's so excited he nearly bowls the dragon over.]

Waitwhatsay?!

[kittysdragon]

(occ: Not at all! I've been experimenting with how Lockheed talks since traditionally he only tends to speak in an alien language and that isn't that fun to play. So I have this bold text when he's talking his native tongue which also shows how he's very smart really, but English isn't something which comes natural to him.)

[Lockheed is pleasantly surprised to be able to understand most of that, evidently the creature is a fast learner.] I asked if you could understand me and what your species is.

[mapsincolor]

[Stitch leans in way too close, sniffing at his new acquaintance.]
I... Understandwordsyes. Whatspeciesis? What is? Is?

Grrrrrrr!

[He spins in place, clawing up more of the ceiling in frustration.]

[kittysdragon]

[Ok, lessons about personal space might be needed. Though coming from someone who regulars hitches rides on human shoulders it would be a tad ironic. Lockheed flaps in mid air, watching the creature tear up the ceiling. Well Logan won't be happy.]

I'm not entirely certain if you understand me, though you're clearly smarter than you let on. Something we have in common, heh. Still... my name is Lockheed. Do you have a name?

[mapsincolor]

[Distracted by the flapping, Stitch gives the wooden beams a reprieve. He cocks his head, listening. He's catching... about one word in four. "Lockheed" has to be the purple thing's title, from the way he emphasizes it.

[No, not "title." Wrong. That last one. Name? Name.]

Stitch.

[Is it? Yes. Someone gave it to him? Who?]

[His head hurts.]

[kittysdragon]

[Evidently Lockheed gathers the fellow is a bit deranged, but he handles it well enough.]

Stitch, right. Hi Stitch. Are you felling alright? You're appearing to be very... destructive. And I'm not quite sure if that's intentional of you to be or not.

[mapsincolor]

[It's a struggle, trying to focus on the ONLY person who can talk to him while the steady urge to tearripdestroy chews at the back of his head. He idly begins carving rude symbols into the oak. That quiets the noise a little.]

H-Hi. Lockheed. Think need- have small words? Short? Shorter?

[threebefour]

[ Fellow alien. Most definitely not of Earthly origin. Doesn't speak any language that the Doctor is aware of. May very well be hostile given the tone it seems to be taking. Wonderful time to socialize! ]

I've never come across something like you before. Just how long have you been up there for?

[mapsincolor]

[Stitch has been closely examining the chandeliers, circling and muttering. He glances down briefly at the Doctor.]

Ith krahl!

[He goes back to investigating the lighting fixtures - Or, to be precise, unscrewing them.]

[threebefour]

I see.

[ He's going to let Stitch do his thing. If only to see exactly what he's capable of and if he's truly malicious. ]

I love the Doctor and I am sorry Stitch is a brat!

[mapsincolor]

[Unfortunately, Stitch has already dealt with the chandelier RIGHT above the Doctor's head. It gives an ominous creeeeeeeeeak... then comes crashing down!]

Ah ha ha ha haaaaaa!!!!!

No worries! Stitch is adorable so it's okay~

[threebefour]

[ The creak is a fantastic warning sound, thank you, Stitch. A very swift dodge out of the way and taking cover by a small wall in order to minimize shard damage should suffice. He emerges relatively unscathed, just a little shaken. ]

Quite the mischievous little thing. Unfortunate, really.

Adorabomination!

[mapsincolor]

[Stitch sticks his tongue out and gives a very impressive Bronx cheer - Which covers the creaking sound of the next three chandeliers letting go all at once.]

[Cackling, he skitters out of the ballroom.]

[Marie Antoinette is NOT going to like this.]

Re: Adorabomination!

[threebefour]

[ Oh my. That's going to be a lot harder to avoid. Why not just bring down one big one instead of four little ones, little Phantom? Still, The Doctor manages to avoid them all - he curls into a ball to avoid any stray glass shards that may have been flung his way. After a few seconds, he uncurls himself with a few scratches. He adjusts himself, dusting himself off. ]

Well, may as well see to it that he doesn't wreck the rest of the place. Now, where has our little Erik run off to?

[ He follows, slowly but steadily. That's how the race was won, after all.]

[mylifeisice]

Whoa.

Hey there little, um... guy.

[mapsincolor]

[Stitch considers him for a moment, dangling by one of his six legs.]

Ghrth an dreka?