I knew she came from there.
Well ok, I didn't. I only know since you told me yesterday.
 

It's not every day that a 50 year old car screeches to a halt outside your front yard, only to produce an oversized pair of shades sitting on a cute nose above a bright red mouth that gleefully enquires, "is this Planet Earth, Orion Arm, Milky Way?"
"Well." Tugging at my Aloha shirt I got up from the deckchair. "Kinda," I tried to be helpful. Slowly shuffling towards the fence I specify, "42 Main Street, Ennuiville".
Fingertips with nailpolish matching the colour of that mouth pushed up the shades and revealed a glance that didn't seem to approve.
"But I can show the way," I tried to soften that glance as I reached the gate.
"Really!?" The shades flapped down to hide the pare of now sparkling eyes and the polished fingernails swung open the passenger door.
 

So here we are.
Refueling for the third time, at a lonely station just before dawn, on what seems to become a hilarious road trip in your Plymouth Satellite.
Once we passed the green valleys just outside Ennuiville I took over at the wheel since your driving style and skills didn't suggest you're holding a license valid on this planet. You, in exchange, took over babbling. Babbling without end. You have been pretty upfront about your extraterrestrian provenance. I didn't mind. After all, you entered my life just like you'd expect any alien to do. So why would I doubt your story. Also, you seem to trust me and being the nice guy I am I give back. I even let you take up two thirds of the bench seat.
I mean. Your appearance. It matches my taste in an eerily perfect manner. And that car. Your taste in music is just stellar. That's a bit too much of a coincidence. On Planet Claire they seem to have at least basic mind reading skills.

Something I learned today:
  On Planet Claire no one has a head. Which, from a terranian viewpoint, seems a bit odd. Especially since you obviously do have a head. Now I didn't fully comprehend your lengthy lecture on this "no head" feature. And I certainly don't know jack about this shapeshifting and morphing thing (Did I get that right? You develop physiological and psychological features in response to intense and persistent enough stimuli from the environment you are interacting with?). But you sure did one hell of job a with that pale skin and those cute freckles around your nose. Wonder where you got that from.
On Planet Claire procreating isn't a big thing. It actually is a non-issue, since no one ever dies there. Which renders having reproductive organs pointless. Which is a real bummer, 'cause I think you're really hot (But hey, ever heard about the act of a "handjob"? It's fun for everyone and I'd happily find the patience to teach you! As they say, you're never too old to learn something new (hey, I did not say you're old!). In exchange, you might let me sit in the pilot's seat of your flying saucer?! "Footjob", for that matter?).
  On Planet Claire, a body temperature well above 38.4 degrees Celsius seems the norm. I learned this when we crept up the mountain road, the air getting clearer and colder as the altitude rose.
"See?" you said, pointing at one of the seven stars that shine after three-thirty in the morning
"Yah..." I nodded.
You went silent and wordlessly snuggled up against my side, your head on my shoulder. We we've been driving along the ridge for a while, the peaceful mood disturbed only by the cool air rushing through the windows, roughing up your jet-black hair. It was then that I realised the warmth your body was radiating. Very soothing in the chill of the night.
You finally fell asleep and I didn't dare to move.
We hit a bump in the road and your hand fell into my lap, and boy was it warm.
I didn't move it away until the needle hitting the capital "E" on the gauge advertised our next stop.
 

For the third time I lean against the car, stretching, filling my slender chest with cool air, waiting for the tank to fill up.
For the third time you are dashing across a gas station. Watching the digits on the pump scroll by, sniffing at pump nozzles and oil cans with your brows wrinkled, bending over to inspect the propulsion systems of the trucks or kicking at their tyres. Opening each and every door of the sheds and peeking inside, oblivious of signs that say "Entry", "Private", "Keep Out", Ladies" or "Gents".
"Like an eight week old kitten", I smile to myself as I put the nozzle at its place on the pump.
 

TL;DR:
Folk from Planet Claire are fun company and so far appear to be great companions.  

So here she is:
She might come across as a bit starry-eyed and naive. But that's owed to those new experiences and overwhelming impressions she' going through. She's not dumb. She's sharp. The kind of girl who'd be the only one any boy would allow into his treehouse.
The looks I lined out above aren't set in stone, you may just as well use it as a rough idea. Or go for anything you prefer, just don't make her be dumb.   Hell, you might even make her look like Special Agent Dana Scully.
  In which case you'd probably demand answers to the glaringly obvious question, "what on earth is she doing down here?!"
Well, most probably she's just an adventurous creature, curious about living and loving on Planet Earth.
  Or she simply did some stupid miscalculation as she was about to perform the swing-by at αCen and in the resulting cascade improvisations and fuck-ups happened to run into a carefree happy-go-lucky guy who didn't even bother to lock his house before he got into her car. Classical boy meets girl / girl meets boy.
  But then you never now.
She might be up to abducting him or make him an asset for the dawning alien invasion via that probe she is going to shove up his arse. Or maybe she fled Planet Claire to warn mankind about the imminent invasion, in which case you wouldn't shoot the messenger.
She could be a fugitive from Area 51, making him an accomplice in her Great Escape (which, in a weird twist, would call for GESTAPO and SS agents being introduced into the arena). Or he decides to deliver her to where she came from, in exchange for some considerable cash.
  I am deliberately keeping this vague to leave dynamics and any door open. I'd prefer this to drift along until a direction becomes apparent. If you want this to go in a certain direction right from the start: that's perfectly fine. Just don't tell me, I don't want to know. Nudge me, without ever taking control of my character.
 

My character?
Think of The Dude gone surfing. Aloha shirt is a must. If you prefer your character look like young Kate Pierson I'd totally go for Fred Schneider's style.
 

Similar indifference applies to kinks. I'm pretty open here as long as we keep it lighthearted and steer clear of misogyny, noncon, underage, scat, gore, violence, degradation, choking, hyper and gagging. Also let me suggest you never call my character "Daddy".
Dubcon, some pain, cumplay, bi, watersports, maybe even some bestiality or futa - whatever you can think of is fine as long as you stick to theme of Love, Smut & Happiness. Also keep in mind her body doesn't provide sexual organs (I'd even prefer her not to have a butthole but of course she does have a set of cute small tits! ) yet and the concept of sexual interaction is probably unknown to her.
Though I'm not into all things pregnancy, I might deviate from this if the RP takes a turn that calls for it. Think scientific cause, some necessity to procreate or, you know, just falling in love and wanting to have a baby.
Similar applies to non-con, for example if some NPC villain needed to be dealt with.
 

She may or may not have some skills in mind reading. In either case that does not mean you may play my character, I can't stress this enough.
 

Obviously this calls for a long term RP and obviously I see this story driven. And since I am not bursting with creativity I am a slow responder, writing one to multiple paragraphs per reply/day. So I don't mind if you are slow and creative. At. All.
But since desperate times call for desperate measures, the next weeks will probably give me enough spare time for a quicker back and forth every now and then. So a short term play depicting an episode of this trip isn't completely off the table, although probably not as satisfying.
 

Reddit messages (not that chat dingus) for the time being.
Shiny updated kink list, FWIW.
 

Happy to hear from you if you're up for a ride, faster than the speed of light?!
Shiny updated kink list, FWIW.