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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!!

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[stigmaofsuccess]

Julian takes the weapon carefully, feeling along it, lifting it to actually listen to it as his fingers skim over it.

And then he gives a weak chuckle.] Yes, well, I've never been most people. Magic is simply science we're not technologically advanced enough to understand, and this is something I can give words to.

You, Pearl, are truly wondrous being.

[stickupherforehead]

[is that a light flush? Maybe.] There are plenty of Gems stronger than me.

[the spear seems almost ordinary. It's quiescent enough, in somebody else's hands.]

You've said you've met many species. [hence this odd open-mindedness] How is that possible? Well, unless you're speaking of animal species on Earth. Humans aren't a space traveling species, as far as I know.

[stigmaofsuccess]

[He presents it back to her like he would offer a Klingon weaponry. Haft of the spear towards her, resting on his palms so there's no mistake that he's trying to hold onto it.]

My people are. I'm... not from the same world as most people here. The same Earth. Or the same time. I'm from 2373. The Earth is part of a Federation of worlds and people who wish to peacefully coexist. I... can't really imagine growing up without multiple sentient species around.

[stickupherforehead]

[she takes it, spins it almost absent mindedly, and then it up and disappears, leaving behind little motes of light. A moment later, even those dissipate altogether.]

2373... [and different worlds. Multiple universes, and humans seem to play a part in each one.

Different time systems? It sounds like it could fit into the one she knows, however.] Humans always seem to move so quickly.

[stigmaofsuccess]

By the conventional dating system of Earth, where zero was a year designated to be the birth of a major religious figure and annual solar rotations were counted up from that point.

[stickupherforehead]

That sounds about right. I suppose some aspects of human culture are bound to pop up here and there.

[stigmaofsuccess]

I'd give you the stardate but I honestly don't know it. I'm not sure how long I've been away from the station. There's no day/night cycle in the camp.

You... live on Earth, then?

[stickupherforehead]

For quite a while. [heck, she practically watched humans invent agriculture.]

I suppose you could say it's my home now.

[stigmaofsuccess]

I haven't been back to Earth in quite a few years. I... don't think I really miss it.

[stickupherforehead]

It would be difficult, given how much there is to see in the galaxy. [and her gaze is drawn back to window.

So no, this wasn't how she'd imagine it would be to finally travel again.]

[stigmaofsuccess]

Maybe.

[He looks back out the window as she does, at unfamiliar stars and the strange, large ship, smaller craft moving around it.]