My retirement home

Got obsessed with the dynamic of these losers

Be real Adrian who do you think you’re fooling

if you like minecraft ARGs like i do IM BEGGING YOU PLEAAAASE WATCH WIFIES' searching for a world that doesn't exist ITS ABSOLUTE CINEMA!!

Curious pebble (2/?)

It includes:

A telesync of the movie (with subtitles)

My transcript of the movie (more on that here)

Audio recordings of the movie

A PDF of the book

The full audiobook

A copy of Andy Weir's doc on Eridians

A draft of the screenplay for the film from 2022

An audio recording of the director's commentary

The telesync subtitle SRT file

The audiobook, audio recordings, and commentary all have their properties programmed so they (should) work just like songs with a track number, album cover, artist, and so on if you download them.

There are two audios of the movie, one is the entire film untouched and one is that same audio cut up and broken down into separate scenes for convenience.

Additionally, there are two versions of the transcript, one with time stamps that match the audio and one without. The time stamps (+ their titles from the audio) are outlined in that version, so if you double-click on that tab or click "show outline," they'll all show up and you can pick a specific scene.

The first few seconds of the commentary are missing unfortunately as my US friend who was kind enough to record it for me had some technical difficulties at the start, but the commentary starts around the shot of the robot arms right before the shot of "good luck!" written on Grace's sleeping bag. It's also about 40-45-ish seconds behind the audio recording if you can only listen.

There's also a google doc with some instructions to follow if any of the files aren't working, which usually happens when too many people try to access or download something at the same time.

Note that it is just the subtitles and not closed captions, so there are only minimal sound effects and other descriptors.

Special thanks to Sly_Fox1504 on Tiktok for informing me that there's an actual mineral called Vivianite which grows on bones.

This actually made the redesigning process much easier now that I have something I could work with, the opal fossil was a bad idea.

His new base design is more geometrically correct than the original version, which I've simplified a bit with lesser rough edges compared to the original.

I've simplified his base colours and patterns compared to the original one which was chaotic and would've been unnecessary harder for me to recreate.

I've still used the same fused limbs at the front of his limbs but the claws are opened instead to be more human like. While his back limbs no longer have claws due to him not being a naturally born eridian.

On his back is a whole cluster of vivianite shards that's grown out of his back area, because of this growth he doesn't have the same function to produce sound like a normal eridian. However at the top of his backside there are small holes that he can produce sound through similar to birds noises.

Due to how fragile the shards are, Rocky has made a special xenonite case for Grace to wear to protect that area of his body, aka eridian glasses by technically.

He also has small vivianite shard grown veritably on the center of his front and underside, there's also an exposed area on both of his sides where the vivianite below his rocky shell is shown alongside some parts of his ribcage.

For some reason these parts of his body is less fragile so he doesn't need protection for it.

While he can survive the atmosphere in his dome, he need to take a while for his shell to adjust to Erid's atmosphere by waiting for it to harden enough so the heat doesn't affect him.

Emergence By Fandom_Lover_001

I introduce you Eridian Grace post-fossilisation (still don't have a name for this au)

Here are two versions one with scratch marks on his limbs,

And one without it,

I tried to make the colours as accurate I can get to an actual opal fossil but this is what I can do.

For Grace's eridian design he actually has two shells by technicality, he's outer shell is made up of well rocks (listen I don't know much about minerals okay), while his internal shell which is the exposed area on his head is made up of opal.

For some unknown reason he is able to survive the domes atmosphere despite being an eridian now, although he isn't able to handle Erid's atmosphere but for some reason with light exposure to the atmosphere over time his rocky outer shell would harden? and adapt to it so he can leave the dome.

But the exposed area of his internal shell doesn't harden? so Rocky made him a special pair of xenonite google/helmet to protect that area.(Basically Rocky made him eridian size glasses)

The little stone rocky had from adrian was literally in his arm, and it made me think about Grace getting a stone like that from Rocky, which lead to me wondering if Grace could have it in his skin somehow. Earrings. Earrings would be perfect for this.

I was ALSO thinking about Rocky’s celebration outfit- who’s to say Grace can’t have something similar? Celebration jewellery for the local alien! Earrings that dangle and make pretty sounds when Grace moves.

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The rain beats like a drum against the rooftops, gusts sending it sideways past umbrellas and eaves. It’s the kind of night that Dick would like to experience from inside his unit, wrapped up in blankets with music loud enough to drown out the incessant tapping. He hates the rain these days, it brings back memories laying on cold concrete, water dripping down his face. He never would have come out to Gotham tonight if Jason hadn’t—

Well. It’s not actually Jason leading him silently through the streets, Dick knows that. Jason is dead. Betrayed and tortured and blown up in a warehouse on the other side of the world while Dick was too far away to help him. While Dick didn’t even know he needed it.

So it’s not Jason in the bright yellow cape, not his little brother darting up fire escapes and flitting across the rooftops and leading him on this wild goose chase. If Dick told anyone about the spectre they’d tell him he was crazy. Maybe he is, because how could he ever admit that it’s comforting to hear his brothers voice even from a hallucination? How could he ever feel them that it’s worth the bitter muttering and sharp accusations just to have the memory of his brother with him?

He doesn’t know why he decided to follow it tonight instead of turning away. He doesn’t know why it suddenly went silent and slipped away, or why he followed, but as he follows it through the gates of Gotham Cemetery.

It leads him to Jason’s grave. He’s not surprised, had guessed where the chase would end from the moment he realised what part of town they were in.

The hallucination perches silently upon the angel's back, kicking its feet playfully as if waiting for him. Dick stands beyond the grave and closes his eyes, hiding from the world for just a moment before opening them again. He reaches a hand out with a sigh, watching the rain patter off his palm.

A muffled crack reaches his ears and Dick tenses, gaze flicking around the graveyard for any sign of a disturbance. He’s almost written it off as a coincidence when movement catches his eye, something more than just the splash of rain. The soil before the angel shifts, sinking, almost as if— almost as if someone’s—

It can’t be. It can’t. This is madness. Jason has been dead for months, there’s no way it can be him, but Dick can’t help but pray.

Please, he begs, fingers clawing at the soil, reaching down for whatever is trying to free itself from the sodden turf. Please, please, please.

A hand grasps his, mangled fingers wrapping around his wrist, and Dick wrenches upward. They struggle together, fighting gravity and the sodden ground inch by inch. As the boy slips free of the dirt Dicks shifts his grip, wrapping his arms around him in an embrace.

The ground squelches in protest, shifting and falling inward to fill the hole his brother carved to free himself.

The figure in his arms is far too cold, breath heaving as he shudders in Dicks arms. Dirt coats the once pristine suit, blood streaking down his arms from torn fingernails and wooden splinters. Their tears mingle with the rain.

Don’t let this be my imagination, Dick pleads to the heavens, clutching his brother to his chest. Please let this be real.

It’s only once he staggers out the gates of the graveyard that Dick realises the yellow-caped figure is gone.

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