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The park was decorated with alien trees that looked nice but clearly out of place in the city, there were vending machines selling full meals and a place to eat on the other side of area. There were some cages and an artificial reality centre kiosk near the other entrance. He looked at the list, putting away his communicator as he realised she was going to make him chose a song and not suggest one herself. "How about Sweet Child O' Mine, its not that hard to sing and I get to play a fun song." Truth be told that song leant itself to a long solo and he could play whatever he wanted as long as it sounded good. "And best of all its right there on your list next to the Cha Cha Slide and ambient noise of train tracks seven. You've got weird musical tastes." He didn't beat around the bush on this. If he was going to say it was better now than later as they were doing something unrelated. "In any case, lets get an ice cream first, I interrupted your day to drag you off singing the least I could do was get you something by way of thanks." He smiled, he realised he had been a little selfish and forceful and was not trying to make up for it by doing something nice. It was just that he had been lonely since arriving on Earth and had lost his sense of reason when he saw her on the street before.

"Great." He exclaimed then walked off to fetch their ice creams, it occurred to him that he had no idea what flavour she might like but he couldn't turn back, it was a pride thing. He bought a mantis-pop for himself; it was either frozen insect pressed into the shape of a larger mantis shape or ice cream with bug flavourings, he couldn't decide and asking would ruin the illusion. For her, he got an anti-gravity Neapolitan, a new twist on an old classic that had the ice cream float in the air. He returned, walking slowly so that he didn't accidentally drop any of hers. "Here you go." He sat down on a bench next to her. "So, let me run some idea past you while I'm in the mood to listen to other people opinions. It doesn't happen often." He smiled, but he was right, he usually did what he wanted without thinking about other people. "Idea number one: I hire an assassin to kill me on stage with the only condition for payment being they beat me in a musical battle off first. Is that a feasible idea? As a doctor your probably against assisted suicide but I don't intend to die." Plus if he did lose in a musical battle off to some assassin then he probably wouldn't have made it in the business anyway. "Where do you start looking for an assassin that would take that contract? And how would you market it? Hypothetically speaking, of course." He stopped to let her speak, hoping she would bring an outside perspective to the idea.

"Of course." He reiterating the fact it was hypothetical. He doubted she would even continue talking about it if she thought he was planning to actually do it, since he rarely thought things through he wanted to know if it was possible more than anything. "The Syndicate, huh? What's that?" He had build a world inside his head and didn't really need to know companies or organisations outside of that. Though, judging by the suspicions name it was probably a black market of sorts or some sort of super corporation that was hell bent on ruling everything. "I don't think money is the issue, finding an honourable assassin is the real problem. Someone who wont poison me so that I lose on purpose." The poison aspect was the reason why he hadn't committed to the plan over simply going right ahead and ignoring all advice to the contrary. "Why? Because I exist to entertain my gods." He ran his free hand through his hair as he thought how he could explain it without her having him committed for insanity. He couldn't think of a real answer but decided something needed to be said to avoid her diving over a bush and running away. "Erm, well see, they're going to kill me if I don't do interesting things and in order to avoid that I have to do things that are progressively more interesting. If I do well, they send me a message that everybody gets to live another month." He spoke as if it was common knowledge and not at all crazy.

He would have to look into this Syndicate it might prove to be more fun then hanging around space stations bothering producers with his music. But there was something to do when he got back home, for now it was just going to be left on the back burner. "I'm sure my bookie knows something, I'll press him when I get home." His bookie handled most of his business, from the small time wagers over sporting events to reminding him about gigs that he was due to play. Technically the man was more a manager but since he couldn't afford to pay him regularly he retained the title of bookie. As soon as she started questioning his gods he seemed to tense up, he didn't want to fight her but if she kept on this road he wouldn't have much choice. "Before I answer I want you to think about what your trying to prove." He spoke in a grave tone as if giving her a warning. He had met a lot of people who questioned his gods and almost all of them he had eventually come to abandon in one form or another. "Well, I think... but this is just a theory, their really bored and what better entertainment that messing with the lives of a handful of mortals. The constant threat of everyone I know being killed over and over again is a really good motivation tool." He had changed his tone to be slightly upbeat after all he didn't not like talking about the Mighty Flying Oyster or Lobster Face, his divine servant. "I'm sure they don't want to kill everybody." He shrugged. "What's so wrong with thinking that they might be giants?" He wondered if she would get the reference.

He shook his head slowly and raised his hand to stop her from apologising. It seemed she didn't get there reference after all, he had watched a lot of films and some of them had seeped into his brain. "Look, you don't have to think I'm right and accept what I say to be undeniable fact, I'm not trying to make a cult. Just think; what if he is right and go from there." He shrugged, he knew he was mad it was that knowledge that kept him sane enough not to drag others down with him, if they wanted to follow his music that was fine but the space animals were another matter entirely. "So answer me this. Your on Earth on holiday, you've grown accustomed to the gravity and managed to brave the outside world. You're on holiday so you don't have to worry about a sudden call from the office asking you about where they keep the gauze. What do you do for fun?" Presumably she had been planning on doing something before he had appeared and since he had lost interest in the idea of singing and discussing the divine he wanted to know what it was. "Also on a loosely related note, where could you possibly work that would give you a holiday to Earth? Sounds great, I'll cash in on my geology degree." His parents didn't just give him a guitar.

"Oh, they look alright to me. But then again I know nothing of fashion and wear things that are practical." Everything he was wearing was durable, designed to withstand small impacts and being burned, he did a lot of things in a day and didn't want to constantly have to keep switching clothes because they fell apart. "Forgive me if I think clothes shopping sounds dull, there just no urgency involved." Unless there was some sort of shop where they picked your perfect clothes and fired them at you out of a cannon, he doubted he would enjoy it. "Where did you study? I toured my fair share of universities with my parents." They gave lectures while he ran around the halls, sometimes he would attend lectures but more often than not he would plough into people with all his might and laugh maniacally as he lay on the floor afterwards. Truly, he was annoying child who hadn't really changed that much. "Oh, I know Genesis." He didn't just mean the band, he knew the actual company. "As much as I would like free holidays around the galaxy, I doubt they would hire me. Not after Red Speck." He shook his head. He had caused quite the incident back on Calisto and now reputable companies steered clear of him. "So, do you want to go shopping? And I will do my level best to be a normal person. I can't promise I wont try to start a fire when you take too long or bark when I see a big dog, but I'm willing to try for you." He laughed slightly.

James finished off his ice cream and chewed on the stick, he was pretty intent on getting all the flavour out of it, it was just something he did and had never really questioned why. "Qerus? Is that the one with the big holographic atlas or the large statue of Cerberus? Either way, I have been to both, I seem to remember attending an interesting lecture on the process of mining precious gems from stray asteroids using geo-gravitational buoys once, a fascinating subject." He smiled slightly, then frowned as he wondered if that had actually happened. It would be spooky if he had imagined an entire lecture complete with questions but it wouldn't be the first time he would have imagined something so clearly. He stopped himself before he managed to start asking too many questions. "Ah, Red Speck it is the base on Calisto where I was born. Its a geological research base the that primarily studies the effects of civilisation on natural satellites." He recited the base's mission statement to he so that she wouldn't pester him with questions about it. The base was so incredibly boring just thinking about it too much might put him into a permanent coma. "Ah? I'm sorry if I implied you could do that, I find you quite interesting." He grinned. "So, where to?" He put the popsicle stick in the bin and stood up.