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Not completely different atmospheres, no, so admittedly that part of the comparison is a little bit of a stretch. The air inside their enclosure just has to be kept at a particular humidity so that they don't get dehydrated. So, it's still a matter of making sure the atmosphere is just right for them, you know?
[DrRGrace via EARTHCOMM]
i guess. but if th
wait. wait.
Fish.
I'm a deep sea fish. Different atmospheric conditions. Weird diet. Fragile body. High maintenance. Can't see very well compared to Eridians.
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Scarification and tattooing are two different methods! They both involve damaging parts of the skin, but tattoos are a very small amount of damage with ink injected under the skin, while scarification is with the intent to cause scarring to produce a different texture.
Rocky peeks over the little rock's shoulder(?) to check the screen. Since they got the EARTHCOMM system set up, the poor thing's been practically inseparable from it. Rocky appreciated it too- liked the chance to talk to Adrian again most of all- but most days, Grace had the keys.
The little stone grumbles in frustration. Something about the pointlessness of ink, about the natural pigments in skin. He only realizes Rocky is there when he sets a hand on his suit.
"Here, let me show you. Might be easier with a visual."
Grace had done little visual shows for him before, so it only felt fair. His shirt comes off. Grace staggers, his vents opening and letting out a hiss of steam strong enough to fog the suit.
...Ah, well. The little guy can see through steam anyway. Rocky presses on. Holds up his forearm, takes Grace's claw, and presses a few digits against the old tattoo along its length.
"This one's ink. Black. The skin's a little numb there because it healed a little strangely. That's the kind people get most often. Here-"
He moves the claw to a spot on his chest, above his pectoral.
"-Is a UV tattoo."
'Feels same, statement.'
"You cut me off, Grace. It is the same, technically, but it's invisible to humans unless certain conditions are met. That is, under a blacklight. People use them at parties sometimes to make colors look brighter or more interesting, and there are some colors that are only visible under them. You can see it, but I can't."
The sandstone eridian chimes in intrigue.
"-Now, last thing. Here."
He doesn't have any scarification tattoos, but he does have scars. Should be good enough for a demonstration. He sets Grace's claw on a three-fingered handprint boiled into his palm. The reason he doesn't have any feeling there. Grace flinches.
"It's okay. This is a scar. Feels different, right? This one's a little deeper than most scars people get for decoration. Feel how there's no ink in there. It's all body-made. Same as your star charts."
The little eridian is silent for a moment, then shivers and backs away.
Rocky's not certain why that upset him, though.
Auditory hallucinations are the most common. Ever felt your skin itch? How your start scratching at your skull when someone mentions having lice.
Feeling something brush against you that isent there?
His fingers twitch. Has he ever had lice?
The sense memory's there. Distant and blurry, with a taste in the back of his mouth like saltwater and sugar. Childhood, then.
Something taps his shoulder. He doesn't turn. He's alone here- his only companion is trapped in an atmosphere he's fundamentally incapable of sharing. Any noises Rocky makes as he travels through the ship are loud by the very nature of his body, of the sharp edges of Xenonite.
He can ignore it. Like he's ignored so much since being alone.
It doesn't make the feeling of the hand go away, though.

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Another step. A shaky breath of his own.
I can see fine. I'm right in front of you, Sunshine.
Close enough now that he can reach out, hand hovering over her shoulder for a few seconds.
What if he can't touch her? What if he's not real anymore, just some strange ghost? What the fuck even happened?
He drops his hand, squeezing her shoulder in what he wants to be a reassuring manner.
Don't really like it either, but we'll figure it out.
She jolts, flinches. Her hands rush up to cover her face on instinct, palms out.
Squeeze.
Simon.
Pain wells up in her core. Boiling emotion. It hurts. God. Why was she afraid just then? Simon tried to warn her. Let her know he was there. Why didn't she believe him? She should be better than that. A better partner. More capable of trust. Stupid.
Tears start streaking down her cheeks before she can stop them. It's been a few weeks since her last cry. They were getting rarer. They were.
Broken thing. Losing your mind. Flinching at ghosts. Stop it. Stop. You're above acting like this. You're an adult. There's always a reason.
"Please come back. Please. Simon, please, I need-... This isn't fair, I need to see you."
Her voice is quiet, cracked. Trying to choke down sobs. Tears are flowing, but she's forcing her breathing into rhythm. Hanging on by a thread.
I see your rat point, but on the other hand: frogs need an extensive amount of climate control - specific temperature ranges, special UV lighting, the atmosphere in their tank kept at a particular humidity, and the water has to be dechlorinated but it can't be distilled, all of that stuff, you know? And they reflect the " leaky blob " concept.
[DrRGrace via EARTHCOMM]
I'd like you to know that in the years since we set up the dome, rocky has since rolled back his 'leaky blob' point. After finding out that our skeletons are inside us, he now thinks we're something along the lines of wet, floppy, inside out freaks. Which is. Not better. Possibly worse. But different.
He keeps poking my wrinkles and making artificial squelching noises.
Okay. Maybe I'm dodging the question a little. I guess I just don't know much about frogs. They're a little slimy and one peed on me a long time ago, but that's all I remember. I don't think they had to be kept in completely different atmospheres, though?
"Sunshine, I'm-"
Something is wrong. He stands there for a few seconds, staring at the closed window, before hurrying around towards the front door. Swallowing hard to bite back old panic.
You're not just pretending you can't hear me, right?
Sunshine?
She's halfway down the hall when she startles. Heart pounding so hard it hurts. It's been a long time since she felt this breed of fear, and her body's not built for it anymore.
Their connection feels better when it's physical, when it's verbal. Since they got comfortable, they've very rarely thought to use the mental voice they share. It just-... feels invasive. Speaking directly into someone's head.
Simon wouldn't do it unless something was wrong.
It's confirmation of the best and worse at the same time, and her heart sings at the same time that it burns. He's alive. He's close. Something's wrong. Very wrong.
He's not gone.
She wheels around. The front door is open. She didn't open it. For some reason, that makes her sick.
Simon, what's wrong? Where are you? Are you hurt?
Grace is staring through him like he's not even there. He takes a step closer, feeling strangely hesitant.
I can hear you.
Clearly whatever's going on is just affecting her. Concerning. If her vision is failing, he's not sure if there's much that could be done.
I don't know, but I'm okay. I was just out in the garden.
Okay. He's not only okay and nearby, he can still hear her. Calm down, Doctor. Calm down.
With the need for the internal voice stripped away, she goes back to talking out loud. Her tone is slightly ragged now, though.
"You can hear me. That's-... good. Where are you? Can you still see?"
Maybe she's finally lost it. Maybe this is just what happens to people who lose their minds. Maybe some atmospheric leak in the biodome is slowly poisoning them, and Simon's immune due to blood magic, but she's slowly withering-
She needs to see him again. Badly. Her arms curl around her stomach and she leans forward. Locks her wheels almost as an afterthought. If he can hear her right here, then she'll never move again. Just in case it breaks the thread holding them together.
"I don't like this, Simon."
(Ooh, invisibility M!A. That's a fun one. Talk about messing with Grace's head, Mun. Fun! Well not fun for Grace, but still. Would be interesting to see how their bond holds up.)
//honestly?? that anon ask initiating it wasn't me! But. I love the concept. And it plays into Grace's abandonment issues. Haven't gotten to explore those a lot in the BRS Verse. Or really much at all. Rocky's Always there because he has the same fears, and if he's not, then there's his pebble students. There's Armando. There's Mary herself. And when Grace is left without a sentient being to talk to, he Can and Will start humanizing inanimate objects. We all saw the start of the movie. Dancing in the don't go crazy room. Lying face up ass down in a fluffy bunny hat sipping vodka from a pouch and eating raw ramen with mustard.
He got lucky finding simon. Finding Rocky.
If he didn't?? God.
It'd be. Interesting.
Hypothetically, Rocky, if you were to end up upside down, would you be physically able to rotate yourself?
[Rocky via EARTHCOMM]
Rocky legs move up and down. Grace describe legs move on approximate arc of 190 degrees in all direction from joint closest to carapace.
Grace say is more mobile than human shoulder. Each joint move approximately same degree except joints on [Unknown Word] which move more close to carapace and less close to digits.
Summary. Rocky easily walk upside down. Prefer right side up.
[DrRGrace replied]
Sorry guys. No turtle eridians here. He does sometimes struggle on slippery surfaces though. No traction on those claws.
Oh and sometimes the pebbles will get confused about which direction they're supposed to be standing upright. Apparently they learn to follow gravity for their alignment a few years into growing up? Must've made space training a challenge. Imagine if you had to unlearn how to walk. I didn't get to see Rocky fresh off the Mary, but he must've been tumbling all over the place.

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Hi Grace! So, Rocky brought you home with him and put you in your own climate - controlled terrarium with special lights and water features and a particular atmospheric composition and the chemical elements that are bad for you kept out, right? So, does that make you his pet frog?
[DrRGrace via EARTHCOMM]
Noooo it makes me closer to like. A pet rat I think. I can do tricks and I live a really short life. Frogs aren't known for being able to learn a whole lot.
Side note. I did teach rocky emoticons. We're still working on them. Here's my prototype for an eridian. i do accept notes.
;Ò;
It's kind of a top down thing? idk how clear it is.
Rocky, what's your favorite thing about Adrian?
[Rocky via EARTHCOMM]
Adrian change much since land back on Erid. Older now. Many many years between. Voice quieter.
Adrian say Rocky change much too. Rocky legs weaker. Voice different. Act strange.
Adrian still love Rocky. Adrian still watch Rocky sleep. Get many markings to remember Rocky. Make Rocky sculpture for comfort.
Rocky love Adrian's patience. That Adrian never stopped waiting. Defended Rocky honor. Risk all to save Erid. Sleep. Eat. Thrum.
Adrian still hold Rocky same as before when Rocky step off ship.
Adrian is Rocky's Rock.
Yes, there is a difference,Rocky. Tattoos are when humans use needles to add certain pigments underneath the skin to create imagery.
Scarification is probably more similar to what you do. For scarification, a needle or other sharp object is used to make very shallow incisions into the human skin to create certain patterns
[Rocky via EARTHCOMM]
Difference stupid. Human only. Grace explain pigment once, only help for if can sense lightwaves. All same texture.
Eridian carapace not able to hold dye. Grace try. Compound called 'chalk' only sit on surface, rub away fast. Useless for permanent marks.
Human skin scar easy. Why have to put dye in everything? Human skin make own pigment. Use human skin pigment for decoration.
"Sunshine, I'm-"
Something is wrong. He stands there for a few seconds, staring at the closed window, before hurrying around towards the front door. Swallowing hard to bite back old panic.
You're not just pretending you can't hear me, right?
Sunshine?
She's halfway down the hall when she startles. Heart pounding so hard it hurts. It's been a long time since she felt this breed of fear, and her body's not built for it anymore.
Their connection feels better when it's physical, when it's verbal. Since they got comfortable, they've very rarely thought to use the mental voice they share. It just-... feels invasive. Speaking directly into someone's head.
Simon wouldn't do it unless something was wrong.
It's confirmation of the best and worse at the same time, and her heart sings at the same time that it burns. He's alive. He's close. Something's wrong. Very wrong.
He's not gone.
She wheels around. The front door is open. She didn't open it. For some reason, that makes her sick.
Simon, what's wrong? Where are you? Are you hurt?
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"Hhha- okay, this isn't funny. Come out now."
He'd said he would be working in the garden. He-... he should have been working in the garden. But the flowerbeds are empty, save for a few discarded tools and upturned soil. No footprints in the sand to indicate where he might have gone. No note. No notice.
Her heart falls through the floor.
Don't panic.
She shuts the window, rolls back from it. Slow breath. In, hold, out. Turns towards the interior of the building.
"Simon?"
He might've just come back inside to use the restroom. Maybe there was a minor tremor in the dome that shuffled the footprints out of the sand, and she just didn't feel it. Panic will only do bad things. Simon isn't gone.

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Hey rocky, did you know that humans etch patterns into themselves too? It's called scarification !
He taps two fingers together. Shuffles his xenonite weavers off his claws. Traces the newly nude digits over his markings.
'Grace say is called Tattoo. Is difference, question?'
*there's a little wooden music box left for Grace, with a little rocketship orbiting a ringed planet carved on it. If he opens it, twinkle twinkle little star will begin to play softly*
He finds it in his suitcase. Doesn't remember it being there, but hardly remembers anything in the first place. Opens it.
Closes it after the first four notes. Maybe a little too hard. He doesn't know if it's the sudden sound that scared him or if there's some buried memory there, but he's not planning to open it again.