First sight [text]

[godseer]

No sooner do I finish one interstellar voyage than I find myself the unwitting participant of a second one.
I hope, for all our sakes, that its ending is not quite as explosive as my first.
I have my misgivings about this ship, but sudden and catastrophic destruction is not one of them.
That would be too easy.

To the part-time residents of the two universes I've intimately familiarized myself with, hello again.
To everyone else, greetings. My name is Rose Lalonde.
I look forward to the new acquaintanceships, brotherhoods, and nemeses of the coming days here. I get the feeling that we're going to need them.
I have no intention of blindly submitting to the whims of whomever is in charge here. I shall proudly wear citrus as my hue of choice when it suits me. Noir doesn't feel especially appropriate given recent events.

Comments

[scratched]

no i want the full monty of how im the stupid fuck hanging off the caboose of the timeline train just theres more important shit right now such as you arent dead
dont need directions been wandering around learning the lay of the land for a damn month
im tonto in the wilderness following tracks and scat
going completely space native soon im already dressing in the ways of the savages running around shrieking about their hands and fingers and fluids
becoming one with the land i feel it humming in my bones whispering to me
that this is a stupid metaphor

look its been a rough day full of ass
once bitten by idiots waving their dongs around twice shy

[godseer]

To build you up in anticipation, of course. It will be all the more exciting when you return, when everything comes true just as we said it would, and you stand agape in wonderment at sights foreseen but no longer remembered.
I've only been a cadaver twice in my life, Dave, and both times briefly. That rather narrows down your position on the timeline back home, doesn't it?
Perhaps you could teach me how to grow crops, then. I find the metal floor a rather unyielding surface for horticulture.
Your attraction to those with dangly bits continues to astound me. Really, you must teach me your methods. I find myself at a loss.

[scratched]

enough about dongs open the door lalonde

[standing outside your door texting instead of knocking is definitely not weird at all???]

[godseer]

[ Door: open. Rose is in her god tier hoodie, though her sandals are off. ]

So there's an app for everything on these, huh? Including a doorbell.

[scratched]

[yeah still in that superduper jumpsuit its awesome okay dont judge


he kind of makes an awkward shuffle movement like he doesnt really know what to do at this point because hey awesome shes here but dont be uncool dave dont do it

it ends up in a sort of half coolkid wave and a nod yes perfect youve pulled it off strider a great greeting that wasnt at all awkward]

Can't be bothered to be scuffing up my knuckles doing the one-two rap on your door Lalonde, might break a nail or something.

. . . Sup.

[godseer]

I'd expect a sweet rapper like you to appreciate a good beat. [ Inviting him inside as she speaks. The room's pretty bare, since she only got here two days ago. ]

So. How have you found your time here so far? I hear there were two Jades here at some point.