Saturday, April 23, 2011

An Audience With The Prince

I had forgotten what a commanding presence the Prince was. He held audience with several thousand humans last night, and each one of them, including myself, was drawn to his power. The genius of his presence here is, he is hiding in plain sight. He is know to all humans here as simply Prince.


Yes, that is correct, the lost prince of my homeworld is the music artist the people of Earth also refer to as Prince. From my best impressions, he is continuing on as he always has, enjoying the attention that his royalty brings and giving his subjects exactly what they want. I never knew him personally--I was too young when I left the homeworld--but I always liked him. Part of me still wonders if he would recognize me or others of our kind if we met, but best I can tell, I do not think he would care. He was never the world conquering kind of ruler, and he was well know for loving music and the arts, which is why it was not so shocking all those rotations ago when he left the royal house and disappeared.

Still, a part of me wonders why he chose to come here. Was it some great coincidence? Certainly, he is able to have the best of all possible worlds here, enjoying his royalty and entertaining the masses. April certainly enjoyed the performance as anyone. I am thankful that I have not been compelled to explain everything to her yet.

April does want to be more part of my private life on a daily basis. I will have to explain more to her soon. Also, if the Prince is here, and Madison and I are here, who else could be living their lives among the humans without anyone else noticing? Whether the Prince is involved or not, perhaps there is some other agenda playing out that I have not yet considered.

Friday, April 22, 2011

Tonight, The Prince

The visitor, our Prince, is holding audience tonight, and somehow April acquired tickets to attend. My sister wants to attend as well, but I told her she must stay home until I can determine the situation. I do not know if the Prince will recognize us, or if he is even looking for us. I am hoping the situation is safe for April considering it is an audience for humans who are none the wiser.

It has been a long time since I have seen the Prince, so I hope his intentions are benign. If not, April will deserve a lot of explaining from me very quickly.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Visitor

A visitor has arrived in town. I never fathomed that I would see him again.

As unlikely as it seems, his presence was brought to my attention by a friend of April, who of course would not know his true identity. He has recently arrived in Los Angeles and has gone so far as to openly declare himself as royalty, fitting that he is a prince on our homeworld. It is so unlikely, I am not completely sure I am correct in guessing his identity, but all signs point to it. I have spent most of the weekend attempting to confirm my suspicions. Fortunately, April has been out of town for the weekend while I investigate.

His disguise is so audacious, no one could possibly expect him to be anything but human. Why would an alien being draw so much attention to himself? Nevertheless, I must find out for sure. I wonder how long he has been here, and if he is still acting on behalf of the homeworld, if he is still in contact with them at all.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Who is this Captain EO?

One of the advantages of taking residence in southern California, aside from the weather, is being in close proximity to any number of cultural hotspots. The new location I have added to my list is a place called Disneyland.

The subject came up when April told me fond stories of her childhood, and she expressed how growing up in the region she always cherished the times her family would go to this amusement park in Anaheim. When I admitted that I had yet to go to Disneyland, she was so shocked, she forced me to plan a day trip down there. An interesting place, considering it is a replication of various cultural eras and touchstones of this world. The most intriguing to me was the land of tomorrow, as it was not at all what my perception of human space travel and future science has come to be. Much of it was quite ludicrous, like the rotating building that showed off much useless or outdated technology, at least as far as I could tell. The most surprising to me was a 3-D musical film about a man called Captain EO.

You may recognize this as a character famously portrayed by the late pop star Michael Jackson, who I am not particularly familiar with, but I feel that I must. I know I have come across this Captain EO in the past. He and his crew are all to familiar. I served with a captain in the mercenary legion that had such a reputation and crew of misfits as well as a very peculiar, very powerful weapon against adversaries made up of music and sound. It was a secret weapon used successfully in our defense of the colony on Sirius Major. What I wonder is how anyone on this planet could know about that, and who this Michael Jackson really was?

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Nemesis, and Allies

I seem to have swayed both Madison and April over to my side. My sister finally came to terms with her grounding and decided to spend some of her new found time by taking an interest in the Playstation. I would not go quite so far as to say that she has forgiven me for being so hard on her, but at least we seem to be interacting again.

After some time trying to kill my avatar in Call of Duty, Madison finally came around when she encountered Morgoth. My nemesis then became her nemesis as well as he pulled every trick in the book to kill her. She was then instrumental in bringing Madison around to playing the game as well so that we could all team up to defeat this mysterious player that calls himself Morgoth.

I must say, my sister is even more obsessed with defeating my nemesis than I was. She has gone so far as to insist we more thoroughly investigate Morgoth's real identity so that we might set a trap for him. As human as my sister has become lately, I did not think she could be so cunning. How I love the women in my life.