All Caps, All danger, JUBE

⪢ WRITING TAG ⪡

"Sorry, Stratt, I'll be sure to double check my work to make sure my imaginary hallucination base three number system doesn't clog up the works of the rest of the scientists here on board."

No need to apologize! I do not allow reposts of my artwork, and I like being made aware so I can block and report. Thank you!

I have already reported them. I’ve blocked them as well. This has happened a couple of times and I can only keep reporting and moving on- it’s in tumblrs unholy hands now unfortunately, and I’m not sure how much is going to get done about it.

"Hi Mr. Journal, today wasn't a great day. It was pretty bad until Rocky, my imaginary sing song rock that I've told to you (and Dr. Jeung, hi Dr. jeung im using the journal like you told me), about. Rocky promised me he wouldn't let anything bad happen to me ever again."

Rocky was born with nine fingers, (well, nine and a quarter, he used to say), then lost the ring finger in a bad accident later in life.

Pages are gonna have to pause for a few days, my keyboard broke so I'm stuck with handwriting things for now while the new ones in the mail (nobody wants to have to parse through my writing), but I'm glad you're enjoying!

As for being a 'ghost', its just that sounds dont travel through Grace as well as they do solids! So Grace is a strange sort of audio for Rocky to put up with.

If you ask which of them comes from the "alternate" universe they'll both point to the other ha haha.

"Hey Stratt, Dr Grace is a normal biologist right? Just a biologist? Not an engineer? You sure? He knows a lot about engines and materials. You're sure he's not got an engineering degree up in that head of his? positive?"

"Hey, Stratt, I know that we've got a lot riding on this but can we have the secret talks with my hallucination on the down low? Sure, why not, lets have them in my private quarters before we go to bed. This will cause no rumors whatsoever because we're both so professional about it."

Don’t ever apologize for liking/reblogging! That’s what tumblr is all about babyee.

"Second Engineer Log, Rocky, reporting. Soulsong-Grace-Softshell comes more often with questions about the Star-Eater-Small. I tell Soulsong-Grace-Softshell things, I learn things in return. I hope I'm telling him enough to help somebody, anybody, before I fall to the illness of my crew mates."

"Sorry, Stratt, our culture and humanity doesn't have soulmates like Eridians do, I take medication to stop the constant song that tells me humanity could build engines better and also that it's gone mad from loneliness."

-the worst way to meet your new boss, actually.

A soulsong, a bond in Eridian cultures that tangles together lives and experiences. A person to always watch you sleep.