GUNPOWDER TIM‼️

What the sphell.. this keeps happening

They frown at the person who seemingly dropped from nowhere. Scuzz was, for the first time in a while, lurking outside of the vents. She has the expression of a cat who just got splashed by water, though she’s more peeved than surprised.

She looked dazed and confused, sitting on the ground.

She opened her eyes, two… I— four?! EIGHT???

She notices the way that the world feels almost more weighed down, the strings of the Allmother not present to hold the objects around her aloft in its web.

She stood and held out a hand for the other to shake.

..Scuzz.

Are you not mechanised?

She glares at the extended screen, muttering something under her breath that sounds somewhat like “..Aurora.. come on.”

This is showing that you’re.. some version of uh-human..

The word sounds a bit unpracticed on their mouth.

Again, she slightly stumbles over that last word.

She types some stuff into the tablet, a small map comes up. It shows their location briefly.. which is the middle of space, before she puts in a few characters that look somewhat like Japanese. The screen goes to a picture of Earth. This all seems pretty arbitrary, as she doesn’t have a real reason for this, except curiosity, maybe.

It’s evident that she would’ve said that no matter where Catherine had pointed.

I know someone from London, though he’d be awhile after your time, I think. He exploded a moon. He should be on board, somewhere.

She pauses briefly, wrinkling her nose slightly.

.. Do you have any idea how you got here?

She sighs.

Do you want a .. I think The Soldier made some somewhat edible .. biscuits maybe? Or.. tea?

They reach a room that, despite the harsh metal walls, looks pretty much like a regular kitchen. A few of the machines would look odd to Catherine, as they are not from Earth.

Scuzz nods again, looking a bit awkward. They open a cabinet, and grab a box filled with biscuits*.

She looks around the kitchen, opening a few cupboards at random, before finding a box of tea bags. She blinks, squinting. They slowly pull a chamomile bag out and then sets to making tea.

She goes up to the wall, and taps on it. A microphone comes out, and she says something into it in a language that Catherine probably can’t understand. The microphone retracts, and she turns back.

Are the biscuits.. edible? If they have teeth in them, they’re the wrong batch.

[The message sent, spoken in SpJapanese: Uh- is anyone on board? If so, It’d be appreciated if someone could come to the kitchen. Someone teleported here unknowingly. Thanks. Oh yeah, Gunpowder. If you’re here. They’re from England. I think that’s where you’re from.]

Whatever. I assumed that you’d be of some help, since this person-

They gesture at Catherine

What the sphell.. this keeps happening

They frown at the person who seemingly dropped from nowhere. Scuzz was, for the first time in a while, lurking outside of the vents. She has the expression of a cat who just got splashed by water, though she’s more peeved than surprised.

She looked dazed and confused, sitting on the ground.

She opened her eyes, two… I— four?! EIGHT???

She notices the way that the world feels almost more weighed down, the strings of the Allmother not present to hold the objects around her aloft in its web.

She stood and held out a hand for the other to shake.

..Scuzz.

Are you not mechanised?

She glares at the extended screen, muttering something under her breath that sounds somewhat like “..Aurora.. come on.”

This is showing that you’re.. some version of uh-human..

The word sounds a bit unpracticed on their mouth.

Again, she slightly stumbles over that last word.

She types some stuff into the tablet, a small map comes up. It shows their location briefly.. which is the middle of space, before she puts in a few characters that look somewhat like Japanese. The screen goes to a picture of Earth. This all seems pretty arbitrary, as she doesn’t have a real reason for this, except curiosity, maybe.

It’s evident that she would’ve said that no matter where Catherine had pointed.

I know someone from London, though he’d be awhile after your time, I think. He exploded a moon. He should be on board, somewhere.

She pauses briefly, wrinkling her nose slightly.

.. Do you have any idea how you got here?

She sighs.

Do you want a .. I think The Soldier made some somewhat edible .. biscuits maybe? Or.. tea?

They reach a room that, despite the harsh metal walls, looks pretty much like a regular kitchen. A few of the machines would look odd to Catherine, as they are not from Earth.

Scuzz nods again, looking a bit awkward. They open a cabinet, and grab a box filled with biscuits*.

She looks around the kitchen, opening a few cupboards at random, before finding a box of tea bags. She blinks, squinting. They slowly pull a chamomile bag out and then sets to making tea.

She goes up to the wall, and taps on it. A microphone comes out, and she says something into it in a language that Catherine probably can’t understand. The microphone retracts, and she turns back.

Are the biscuits.. edible? If they have teeth in them, they’re the wrong batch.

[The message sent, spoken in SpJapanese: Uh- is anyone on board? If so, It’d be appreciated if someone could come to the kitchen. Someone teleported here unknowingly. Thanks. Oh yeah, Gunpowder. If you’re here. They’re from England. I think that’s where you’re from.]

happy sppride month

- @cellist-and-ninja

Thank you, thank you.

happy sppride month

- @cellist-and-ninja

Thank you, thank you.

@engineeroftheaurora

WE HAVE TO GET HIM AS FAR AS POSSIBLE.