Chapter 3: Culture Shock!
Blue was cut off by the impact. The two landed, or crashed, on Dionysus.
Red levitated himself up, feeling a nauseous pain in his head as she took in the surroundings of the crashed spaceship. He got up and saw Blue was in more severe pain than him.
"Geez, that hurt real bad…" Blue looked at his bruises on his knees, legs and examined a pain in his head. Red went over and gently and quickly kissed his head.
Red looked around and he opened the hatch to the rocket. He took sight of the planet and immediately hid himself from view as he heard the residents of the planet in a not-so-distant city speaking some kind of foreign alien language, but he recognised it. He saw Blue, who was about to step out of the rocket.
"Hey umm…..I'm gonna stay in the rocket and try to fix up something…" Red stated, or lied, as he mimicked an action near a couple of buttons, he made an excuse that he was going to fix the rocket. In truth, the redhead got the strong icky feeling that he didn't want to be on the planet. His body trembled.
"Well, who's the pussy now, huh?" Blue teasingly remarked at Red. Red didn't laugh. He just looked down, as if something was wrong. The blue-haired man looked at the latter in concern, utterly confused as to why Red didn't laugh at a joke of all things. He decided to go explore the planet.
"Hmm..weird. Why is Red so offended by a joke of all things?" Blue thought to himself, ever so baffled, as he was making his first steps onto Dionysus' slightly rustic surface, checking his headgear. "It's so unlike him. He would never ever get offended by a joke, let alone even if it's offensive…"
Blue set foot out of the rocket and walked around. The air was pretty dense and the sky made it look like it was always night. He was fascinated by the all-new technology and people speaking an entirely different language, but not just that, they all randomly levitated into the air like it was normal, and they also had good kung-fu skills. Well, most of them. The man soon noticed a couple out together, making out in public.
"Vyiólóóó!" He yelled. The man's name was Lyr. Lyr dragged Blue to a stage-like area.
The 'people' there, if one can even call them that, were putting on performances, and the audiences kept interrupting with loud bangs and screams. Just like always, the performances in general were centred around sexual themes. It was like a culture on this planet, and Blue hated it, the idea of open horniness made him want to faint.
"What the fuck is this planet…it seems like all this sex stuff is…normal here. And they're making out in public! Get a room, weirdos!" Blue covered up his mouth, as he felt like he was having a seizure and about to puke. The loud voices only made it worse. "Where am I gonna find help? Nobody speaks English here!"
"Opqu jehtsk skur Vyióló! (Don't forget to get a Vyiolo!)" a, presumably a bartender, said to Blue as he was walking out of the stage radar.
Blue was confused at what a "Vyióló" was. Was it some kind of beverage? Or smoothie? He decided to ask the bartender if he could have one.
"Burok pehka…quoqola Vyiolo?" In an attempt to speak the Dionyse language, Blue ended up speaking some sort of gibberish and not at all close to their language. The bartender laughed, as if knowing Blue didn't understand Dionyse, and took it as a yes, and handed Blue the beverage.
Blue spat it out then suddenly had an epiphany regarding the taste.