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[stickupherforehead]

Who: Pearl and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: 6/19 till shuffle

[sleeping Pearl kinda looks dead. If anything, it's probably because she's not moving at all. Or breathing, for that matter. And when she regains consciousness, it's all at once. No gradual waking up for her.

In fact, as soon as her eyes pop open, she's scrambling out of the bed, getting tangled in the bedsheets, and falling onto the floor right onto her face with a loud thud.

A hissing intake of breath, and then Pearl is turning around and staring in surprise at...the bed.]

Sleeping? But that's not...I've never -

[and then she finally sees the giant windows and more importantly, the fact that she's in space. Oh and also that she's probably been kidnapped or something like that.

..............]

GARNET! AMETHYST!!!

[and she's tearing off the bedsheets and scrambling to her feet. Don't hyperventilate. Stay calm. Don't freak out. This doesn't look like Gem based technology. Then again, she barely knows what modern Gem technology looks like. But, but it could also be some completely unknown alien species who had somehow kidnapped her and taken her hostage and of which she knows absolutely nothing about!!

.....] STEVEN!!

Comments

[stickupherforehead]

[whaaaat]

This happens all the time and nobody cares? How did you get here?

[delincuente]

I got dropped right where you are.

[She taps on the communicator screen.]

And hey - I totally care. As long as you keep your panicking to daytime hours.

[stickupherforehead]

[alright, so this one got kidnapped too - and is extremely blasé about all this.

Still, Pearl looks disgruntled.] I am sorry that I was utterly surprised at the fact that I am suddenly in space, at least a few lightyears away from my home.

[delincuente]

[After more than three years of kidnapping, it's hard not to be blasé about everything.]

No need to apologize. It happens to the best of us.

[She gives a noncommittal wave of the hand, and then yawns into the crook of her elbow.]

Where are you coming here from?

[stickupherforehead]

[grumble. Sarcasm only works if the other party acknowledges it.]

Earth. I've been living there for a while now. [it feels more like she has been stuck there, sometimes] And you?

[delincuente]

Earth, originally.

[Alex furrows her brow at Pearl.]

Sounds like you're not actually from there, though?

[stickupherforehead]

[another human. Geez, are these people collecting humans?]

No, I'm originally from Homeworld. [which, when you think about it, is about as descriptive as "Earth"]

[delincuente]

[So descriptive, indeed.]

That's, like, the most vague name for a planet ever.

[stickupherforehead]

So is Earth, you know. Lots of places have dirt.

[delincuente]

... Huh.

Maybe you have a point.

[stickupherforehead]

[Pearl just shrugs lightly]

I would assume that since most species name their planets long before the advent of space travel, many names would be just as nondescript. At least in their own language.

[delincuente]

[Alex mostly follows that train of thought, but she doesn't really care to comment on it.]

So what's the rock on your forehead for?

[stickupherforehead]

[well, that was blunt. Most humans seem to try really hard to pretend she's also human, but then again, they're not on Earth anymore. Perhaps it's harder to deny aliens exist when you've been space-napped.]

That's my gem. It's what makes me, well, a Gem.

[delincuente]

... A gem.

[She deadpans.]

So you're part rock, or something?