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@dr-rylandgrace
Dr. Ryland Grace, sending transmission…
Message received.
>><<
<Hello, strangers! Rocky, Adrian, some Eridian scientists, and I have developed better interstellar travel and communication, and have decided to establish a social media presence!>
Info:
Erid is 16 light years from earth, and the newly revamped Hail Mary ship can bend space time and travel those distances in days. This leads to some… odd universal conundrums.
Grace have not left room since teach small Eridians yesterday. Worried. Not sure if should go in and check or if Grace need be alone.
For Grace and Rocky both. I see a lot of ppl making the observation of Rocky and Eridians being ambush hunters and humans being able to tire their prey (idk the term) and I find it funny bcs im kinda both. I live on a lake and there’s a dock in the middle chained to the bottom. Me, my friend, and my sister go out there a lot when we swim and I’ve managed to be able to hold my breath for a decent amount of time. What I do is I hold my breath and swim under the dock (there are 4 pontoons, one at each corner so there’s an empty cross shape in the middle) and hide under it and wait till someone jumps or swims by and hide under a pontoon. Then I just–*yank*–their ankle enough that they go down a lil but not under. I have been dubbed ‘Shark’ :). It is all playful and no harm is done, just the need for therapy (/jk)
That is not where I thought you were going with that at the beginning.
Your endurance sneak attack is very funny, though. It must scare the heck out of whoever you end up tugging down into the water a bit. I know it would scare me!
I hope you keep up the tradition with your sibling and friend, it could be a good running joke to mess with anyone else who comes with you guys to the lake.
an offering...
I accept your offering. (OH MY GOSH YES SOUR SKITTLES)
In return, here are some twizzlers because they are way too expensive to buy at the store.
Yeah. There are — were? — 15 of us. I think there were supposed to be more, but you know what happens when the Earth is% freezing over and there’s a worldwide famine that causes the population to be cut in half 1n a decade…!
Honestly, the bodies don’t bother me as much as you’d think. I worked in med-surg and ICU for around a decade total, I’ve seen my fair share of death. It’s… being alone. And also not knowing the status of the rest of my team. I don’t think I’ve quite processed that it’s people I know and were close to yet, though.
I’m still trying to mess with the, uh, relay thingy. I think the sssship thinks it’s still in the middle of an emergency??
As for communication, none outside of you. I tried to send other signals, but they all just seem to go to you. I-It’s probably just user error. Have you made it back to… Erid yet? Thats what you called it earlier, right? I didn’t expect you to be doing space missions on Erid after the Hail Mary. Or maybe the confusion from the concussion is worse than I thought…
-❄️
Oh, yeah— I forgot about… that part. I don’t like to think about it.
Anyway— I’m sort of glad you are fairly okay with dead bodies, that was a… big problem for me, so— good to be mild about it! Either way, it’s fair you’re worried about the rest of the crew. I’m sure they are mostly fine, if you were.
Just… maybe try not to think too hard about who people are until the situation is resolved, but you can’t always do that. Just try your best.
I… am on Erid. It’s weird that all of your signals are coming to me. I’m— I have internet and satellite and radio access because of, well, a wormhole, so that might be part of the problem on your end. If you could move the ship somehow out of the range your side of the wormhole, maybe you could get a signal out and receive other signals.
If you eat meat made of your own flesh, does that mean you’re full of yourself?
Uh… well, it’s technically not my meat, it’s— cloned meat and genetically modified— so… no? I’d hope not.
You should try Talenti ice cream, Grace!
I've sent you some in the Hail Mary, there's a lot of options, like tiramisu flavor, coffee, chocolate and a lot more,,,
It's very good ice cream!
(btw, Talenti ice cream is known for being hard to open....... Just saying that :3)
Ice cream!? It’s on the ship!?! Wait, let me— oh my goodness it is. How haven’t I found this before?
I will most definitely be trying this out, even if it takes industrial scissors to get it open.
Thank you so much for the ice cream.
You got any plants out there or are you living the carnivore lifestyle now?
I’ve been able to synthesize a couple of different plants out of the little ones that were in the Hail Mary, but there aren’t many at the moment. Otherwise, I have found a couple of Eridian plants that are mostly edible with the right preparations, but I mostly eat those in smoothie-like form.
It would not be great if I only ate meat. Carnivore diets are not good for you. Please remember the other food groups.
Oh, also I eat some bacteria, and I don’t know what that counts as.
Mr. Grace we miss you out here on Earth!!
We’re glad you’re having fun with your pet rock and we are very happy you’re not dead!
thanks for saving us!
I miss all of you on Earth, too!
Rocky is not a pet— honestly he’s smarter than me a lot of the time— but yes, I’m having fun with him.
I’m glad I’m not dead, too, and I’m glad you all are not dead!
Headpats. :( @idk-i-js-work-here
Why sad?
Head pats :D
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Language, statement. You scare Grace. Eridians no scare. Will fight.
Xenophobic butt.
Rp starter for @ask-nosignificantharassment !!
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To say Grace was getting a bit bored while drifting through space towards Erid would be an understatement. Sure, he had Rocky and an almost endless amount of digital media to look through, but being in a small space gets to you after some time.
But really, Mary detecting an odd signal from some part of space made hum way more excited than it should have.
Grace had been lazing about at the window while Rocky slept, though he should be close to waking, when Mary cut through the dead air in the ship with a loud announcement.
“Incoming transmission. Language unknown. Attempting to decipher…”
Grace shot up, nearly falling out of the little indent for the window as he scrambled up to his feet. “Wh— a transmission? What do you mean?”
“Unknown transmission.”
Climbing the ladder up to the control room, Grace huffed, “Yes, Mary. I caught that. Where is it coming from? Can you display the message?”
“Message coming sixty two degrees from the top of the Hail Mary. Displaying message.”
Grace pulled himself up into the room, grabbing the sides of the display screen and squinting at hit as he tried to fix his glasses. All that was displayed was a bunch of boxes with question marks in them. Like when someone puts in an emoji your phone doesn’t know or something.
“…right. Very helpful,” he grumbled. “Uh— Mary, expand blip detection radius and prioritize the north to west sections of the ship. Let’s find this transmission source, shall we?”
No Significant Harassment has been drifting somewhere unknown for a while. Some kind of malfunction occurred in his void fluid engines, so now he was repairing it.
His communication arrays would occasionally emit a call for help. Sig wasn't sure if any other iterators would be able to help him, but hey, they can at least keep him company.
Suddenly, his sensors detect something approaching. Something small, further scans showing it's... a vessel, of some sort. About the size of some medium-sized spaceships his creators would use before they left.
He sends another message:
//ooc: I know the Hail Mary won't be able to display those but fuck it I'm not gonna let that image go to waste, it was so annoying to find a font and a proper background remover
Grace squinted at the screen when another series of boxes with question marks filled it, as if whatever was sending the transmission had sent another one. He sighed in annoyance and leaned back, flopping his arms down to his sides. “Yehp. Very helpful, infinite knowledge computer,” he grumbled.
Just as he was rubbing his face with his palms, Mary interrupted again.
“Blip-A detected.”
Grace shot up from his seat. “Blip— what now? Where?” He scooted over to the display screen, zooming out as far as he could.
“Blip-A detected.”
“Yes, thank you Mary,” he said pointedly as a dot lit up on the sensor map. His breathing hitched. There was something there. And, apparently, it was massive. “Oh. Oh wow. Okay, maybe let’s scoot a little closer. Maybe they’re friendly?” He hopped into the pilot’s seat, strapping in. “Hopefully.”
“Pilot detected.”
“Let’s go see this thing, yeah?” Grace grabbed the steering stick and started towards the ‘blip-a’.
Sig was observing the vessel through his overseers, when it started approaching him. Okay, that's a good start! Whoever or whatever was on there wasn't responding to the messages he sent, though. Well, minus the fact they started approaching. He sends another message, a bit shorter than the ones before.
He didn't move closer; the engines still needed repairs, plus he was worried he'd end up losing control again. After all, he didn't want to accidentally destroy a potential ally. He does, however, move one of his overseers to get a better view of the spaceship. Yes, he could scan it, but... that might be considered a little too invasive...
“Incoming transmission.”
Grace huffs as he slows the Hail Mary to a stop a good couple hundred meters from the alien ship. Glancing out the window, he immediately thought — ‘oh. Wow. Weird.’— not really anything more. After Rocky, he’s fairly desensitized to alien ships. Unfortunately.
“How about an outgoing transmission, huh?” He said under his breath, spinning around the chair to open the radio transmitter. Finding a quick auto translator, he set a simple message through every known language and computer language— including morse and binary— and sent it all in the direction of the alien ship in a loop.
Grace leaned back in the pilot’s seat before deciding to peek his head down to check if Rocky was awake, which— he wasn’t. Of course.
Sig's systems alert him of an incoming signal. Finally, a response! That's... a very long and completely unintelligible message; instead of displaying any proper symbols, there were just... blank rectangles. Huh, so if he was facing this issue... wouldn't that mean that whoever was on the ship had the same problem with his symbols? He sends an audio... well, it technically wasn't a recording, his chamber was currently depressurized, but it was his voice. It was just a simple greeting, no need to complicate.
And then it hit him; that was an alien ship! Sig had some other civilizations in his database, but none of them were capable of space travel other than the Benefactors, his creators! What are they like? They seemed friendly enough. Maybe they'll help him figure out where he is? The navigation system was busted (...he should repair that once he finishes with the engines...), so any help would be great. Okay. Okay. He needs to calm down. He'll figure it out soon enough, he just needs to be patient.
Grace perked up at another incoming transmission— audio, this time. Short, and— he couldn’t understand it. He sighed. They were going to have to figure out each other’s languages, just like he and Rocky did. It’ll be time-consuming, but hopefully successful.
“Mary, can you scan the audio for any recognizable languages?” Grace asked, pushing himself over to the transmitter again to send a simple ‘hello’ in audio out to the other ship. Simple.
Thinking of Rocky, Grace had the wonderful idea to reuse the xenonite container Rocky had thrown to Grace at first to attempt communication. While he waited for any response to his audio, Grace made a shoddy replica of the alien spaceship and the Hail Mary, connected by a stick to try and show that they should hook up to each other’s ship to communicate faster. Then, separately, Grace put in Rocky’s little model of O2 so the alien might figure out that he uses that to breathe. It might work. Hopefully.
Pretty quickly, he threw it out towards the other space ship before reentering the ship. Now to wait.
Sig receives the transmission. Audio, like his. Not any more understandable than the last message, though. Void below, this language barrier is starting to get annoying. If he were to guess what it meant, it's probably a greeting or something. Too short to be much else.
The overseers alert Sig of a new, smaller object approaching from the direction of the ship. He used one of his sample collectors to get it; they weren't much different than the overseers, other than the fact they had two mechanical arms. He brings it into one of his labs, doing some initial scans while it was on its way there. The object was cylindrical and hollow with some other items inside. He wanted to bring it into his chamber, but... getting it to the lab would allow for more detailed scans, so he opted for that. Besides, he can always bring it there later!
Some gasses escaped the container once he opened it. Good thing he opened it in a lab! The gasses couldn't harm him of course, but he wouldn't be able to analyze them in the chamber. It was mostly oxygen, which matched the two rings with eight beads, though there was also some carbon dioxide and ammonia. Now for the items inside... crude models of his superstructure and the spaceship, but the message was clear (finally!). They... wanted to connect? With a tunnel/bridge? How are they planning to do that? His superstructure didn't have the capability, and, to Sig at least, it didn't seem like the ship was able to create something like that, either.
Still, if they can do it... He'll at least show them where the airlocks are. It'd be a pain to find them without any guidance, after all. Sig guides one of the overseers to the lab, taking it apart with the mechanical arms in there. He just needs the hologram projector and the power source from it. After that, he programs the projector to show the ship's current location relative to the airlocks. Considering everything in Sig's superstructure is currently in a vacuum, he cuts open a small hole in the container with a laser. It's a win-win situation; it'll be easier for whoever is on the ship to open it, and he'll have a sample of the container to study!
Sig sends back the container and starts studying the sample while he waits. No point in trying to send transmissions with the language barrier, after all.
Grace hangs around for a while, drifting by Rocky’s sleeping form and keeping an eye on him while he waited for a response. He put on half of his EVA suit to get ready to grab the response in preparation. The alien had to be smart enough to send one back, right? He needed confirmation, and—
“Blip-B detected.”
Perking up, Grace hurried over to the EVA supply area, shoving on his helmet— messing up his glasses, annoyingly. Checking the display for the speed and position of the message, he took it into account as he took a short but nerve wracking space walk to grab it.
Popping it down inside of the gas vent sheild, he opened it up to see, first, there was no gas in it— opening up the glass— and finding a device inside. Picking it up and turning it over revealed… was that a hologram—?? How— it’s possible!? That’s so cool—! Oh, it’s their ship— and… glowing points on it— maybe access points? Airlocks?
“Okay, yeah. Let’s do this,” he said to himself, heading back up to the control room.
Slowly, he brought the Hail Mary’s airlock very very close to the alien ship’s. With some effort, he used the xenonite making things that Rocky had given to him, headed out of the airlock, and started to seal the airlocks together. Easy peasy. Except it took a couple hours. His hands were sore.
Once he was done and made sure it was sealed, Grace knocked on the alien’s airlock door and moved to the back of his own, keeping a wrench close to his side. Despite everything, he was still a bit paranoid.
Sig was immediately alerted when the spaceship reached one of his airlocks, so he activates the lights in that area. Judging by the occasional flicker, it's clear they haven't been in use for a long time. The hallway was decorated with intricate green patterns and symbols. The paint also seemed old and worn down.
He sends a mechanical arm to the area; just about every place in his superstructure had rails for these. The arm had a camera through which Sig observed Grace. How he wishes he could actually... be there.
While waiting, Sig diverted his attention to the sample of the container in his lab, though he was too excited about meeting a new intelligent life form to properly pay attention to it. He locks a different lab; Sig didn't want them to see...
...he shouldn't think about her now.
Ah! The connection is finally finished. Sig moves the mechanical arm closer when Grace knocks, and responds with his own knocks. Should he open his airlock...? What if it puts the other life form in danger? He doesn't want to kill them accidentally. He should allow them to enter eventually, though. Communication isn't exactly feasible like this.
Grace jumped at the nearly immediate knock on the other side of the airlock. Nodding to himself, he took a few breaths and knocked again. He wasn’t sure if they could see him or not, and he was still pretty nervous, so he mostly just acted on instinct.
Making a vague gesture that tried to mime the airlock door opening, Grace tried communicating that they should open it. As long as nothing in there was sweltering hot or way too pressurized, he was safe in the EVA suit. To communicate that, he pointed to his helmet and knocked on it.
“You can, uh— open the door!” He called, as if they could hear or understand him. “I’m safe in the suit!”
There's a door where there wasn't one before. Vaguely East Asian in style, simple with only a bit of ornamentation.
From it, the warm smell of fresh brewed tea floats on the air.
There's a sign on the door, carved by hand.
The Jasmine Dragon
( @oldgreydragon )
Confused, Grace stares at the door for a long moment. He could have sworn that door wasn’t there a couple seconds ago— and it was made of wood. There wasn’t any wood here, other than some small pieces.
Cautious, but admittedly curious, Grace stepped over to the door and opened it. The warm smell of tea wafted inside. After years of just eating what was available and had nutrients, the thought of tea made his mouth water.
“Uh— hello?” He called, peeking his head inside, glasses low on his nose.
An old man in green robes is sweeping the floor of a tea shop. Warm sunlight streams through the windows, and the space is filled with the smell of tea and sweet pastries.
He looks up when Grace opens the door and smiles. "Ah, welcome to the Jasmine Dragon, my friend. Come in, come in, have a seat. What can I get for you?"
Grace glanced behind him into his house, then back into the tea shop, checking that he wasn’t just seeing things. Once he was sure of himself, he nodded a bit, pushing up his glasses and straightening, taking a step inside.
“I… uh— alright,” he stuttered out, “I don’t know. What, uh— what do you have?” Grace shuffled inside, looking around at the glow of the windows in slight confusion as he tried to find the best place to sit. He didn’t want to be weird or rude to this nice man.
He smiles and gestures to a table next to a window. "Come, sit. I have many different types of tea, and some pastries. But you seem like you need a hearty meal, I can make some noodles for you. Do you like roast duck?"
He sets the broom away behind the counter, pulling out cups and a tea pot to set over a small burner.
"Ah, I haven't introduced myself. My name is Iroh, but most just call me Uncle nowadays."
Grace slid into the seat of the table the man had gestured to. Looking down at his arms at the comment he made of him needing a hearty meal, he let out a light laugh. Despite his best efforts, he still needed to heal a bit from the nutrient deficiency and starvation from a year-ish earlier.
“I’ve never had roast duck before. I’m willing to give it a try,” he smiled lightly. Something about the atmosphere here was putting him at ease. “Nice to meet you, Uncle Iroh,” he put the names together, just because it felt right to start off. “I’m Ryland Grace. Most people call me Grace, but either is fine.”
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Grace." Iroh smiles as he lights the small burner for the water- no match, no lighter, no click of gas, just a sudden start of a tiny flame.
As the pot boils, he steps through a curtain into the back, returning with two bowls full of noodles and broth, slices of meat and steamed vegetables. He sets one of them in front of Grace with some chopsticks. "There is plenty more, should you want it." He adds.
"What sort of tea would you like? Or would you prefer a recommendation?"
At the odd way the fire was lit, Grace had opened his mouth to ask about it. The appearance of food on the table cut him off, the savory smell drawing his eyes down. It smelled amazing. Grace picked up the chopsticks, glad he had taught himself to use them to when he had ordered Chinese food a lot as a teacher.
“I don’t drink a lot of tea nowadays, so a recommendation would be good,” he smiled, carefully picking up some of the noodles and eating them. His eyes widened, and he spoke up after he swallowed. “This is amazing..! How…? Wow, I missed real flavor in food.”
Iroh beams. "Why thank you! It took me many years to learn to do it well. An old ship cook taught me."
He bustles about, preparing a small pot of tea and two cups. "I will make a rose hip tea for you. It is very tasty, and helps with joint pain."
Grace grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “The work definitely paid off,” he commended, serious but light.
His eyebrow raise in excitement and astonishment at the fact that tea could help with joint pain. It made sense, as medication was made from a lot of plants, but it sounded wonderful to have something ease the ache that also tasted good. “That sounds really good. Joint pain has been a pain in the butt these last few years,” he let out a light laugh. “Thank you so much.”
"Then I will send you home with some. It has been a great help to my old bones." He smiles, setting down the pot and a pair of cups.
"Would you care for some company? I enjoy sharing a bit of conversation with my customers when I can."
“That would be wonderful, thank you,” he smiled, then turning his eyes to the pot and cups. Nice old ceramics, it looked like.
“I’d love some company. I don’t get much of it from, well human people nowadays,” he shrugged. “I’m not quite sure how your tea shop just— showed up here, honestly. Magic or something.” He let out a light laugh.
"Hm, I cannot be sure. I know where my shop is, but I also know that, as of late, my door has opened to many places it should not. A blessing from the spirits, perhaps, that my door appears to those who need it."
He strokes his beard, deep in thought. "My shop currently resides near the city center of Ba Sing Se. But it sounds like this is not where you came in from?"
Grace hummed and nodded. “That makes sense. After the past few years, I wouldn’t put it past this universe to throw something newly supernatural my way,” he laughed lightly, bringing his tea close for a sip. Wow, it was good.
“Mm— no, I’ve never heard of that city,” he confirmed. “I am actually— well, was— on an alien planet before I stepped in here. Trillions of miles from Earth.”
"Earth, so our homes share the same planet. But perhaps, different versions. You could not have lived on my Earth without hearing about Ba Sing Se, even in the far reaches of the poles."
Iroh hums as he takes a sip. "How fascinating. I am not a man of science myself, but a close friend of my nephew is. I am sure he would have many things to say."
“…must be, if everything is so different,” Grace hummed in agreement, setting down his cup on the table delicately. “I’m sure he would, as a fellow person of science.”
“I’m a bit curious, actually, if our Earths are different, just… how they’re different,” he tried. “Like— you lit the fire for the tea without doing anything to spark it. How did you do that?”
Iroh does seem genuinely surprised by this. "Your Earth does not have benders?" He asks. As he does, he holds out a hand, a flame jumping to life in his palm. It dances calmly, under total control.
"Here, the world is split into four nations, and each with its own elemental power. There are people in each nation blessed with the ability to control and wield that element. While I currently live in the Earth Kingdom, I hail from the Fire Nation, and was born a firebender."
Grace’s jaw dropped at the little flame in Irish’s palm, and he tilted his head to look at it from different angles, not quite believing what he was seeing. It looked completely real, though. No trick of the light or anything.
“No, we… we don’t have benders,” he said, a bit distracted. “So, there are people all over your Earth who can just— pardon my wording— magic elements around like it’s another sense? That’s crazy. I assume it’s… fire, water, earth, and air? For the four nations?”
Iroh looks pleased. "Yes, very good. And hm, no, not like another sense. Though, I am aware of at least one earthbender who uses her bending to see, as she is blind."
"But while the ability to bend is something you are born with, it is a skill that must be trained and learned."
"It is said that each of the four bending nations learned from the natural world, and those traditions are passed down, refined, and built upon."
“That is a very smart way to use an ability like that,” Grace said in a hum. “So, it’s more like a muscle in a sense like— gymnasts pass down their skills to their students by teaching them how to strengthen themselves to do— vaults, or whatever.” He nodded to himself, making the comparisons having made it easier to comprehend the whole ‘bending’ thing.
“It sounds like an art form. Learning from the earth,” Grace smiled as he took another sip of the tea.
"Very much so. The original benders observed the world and the creatures around them, and learned how to bend the elements as they do."
Iroh extinguishes the flame by closing his hand. "Bending is a connection to the world, and to our ancestors. Sadly, many people have lost this view, and use bending as a power over others."
“It’s beautiful,” Grace smiled up at Iroh after he extinguished the flame. It was like learning old stories from a grandparent he had never met. This was nice.
“Seems to be a similarity between our worlds. Humans are greedy for power the second they have something that they can use for it,” Grace commented with a light huff.
"I am sure there are others. There are many people who are full of kindness and compassion, and who are willing to learn a better way."
He smiles out the window at the city, sprawling all the way to the horizon. There are clear signs of damage, ash from fires and destroyed buildings. "My world is recovering from war... A war that lasted one hundred years, and was only ended a few months ago. It warms my heart to see people reaching out to each other, helping each other to rebuild."
Grace followed Iroh’s gaze towards the window, looking out at the city, damaged, but being reconstructed. The city was healing, even though it went through a lot, if Iroh’s story was anything to go by.
A small smile grew on his face. “It’s always nice to know there’s still good people in the face of awful events,” he turned back to Iroh. “I’m glad that war ended. Hopefully, the next generations can learn and do better. It’s one of the reasons I liked being a teacher. Teaching them my mistakes so they don’t go on to do them themselves.”
"A most noble profession. I was the one who taught my nephew firebending, and it required a great deal of patience. And calming tea," he adds with a chuckle, lifting his cup.
Grace smiled. “I can agree with that. Kids can get pretty wild or difficult sometimes,” he took a sip of his tea while Iroh did.
“And it pays off. Emotionally, at least. It’s nice to teach the next generation and make an impact on their lives, as small as it might be. Even if it pays horribly,” he let out a light laugh.
Iroh chuckles. "There are sacrifices we all make for happiness. Teaching others may not be my profession, but I do try to be a guiding hand when I am needed. I do not want them to go through the same pain I did to learn my lessons."
Grace hummed in agreement, moving to eat a bit more of his noodles as he thought of what else to ask about.
“So…” he started, swallowing. “Has your profession always been ‘tea shop owner’, or are there any other things you did? Or… maybe any hobbies?”
"Oh no, not at all. I have only been the owner of a tea shop for a few months actually."
"I have been many things. I was a humble tea maker in another's shop, a refugee, a prisoner of war, a retired general- I have lived a long life and taken on many roles."
Grace’s eyebrows raised. “Quite an exciting life you’ve lived there,” he commented. “Good to take it slow now that the chaos is over, though. Seems like running a tea shop should be fairly calm.”
"You would think so! But luckily, it is calmer than it was. I believe I am still technically an advisor of the Fire Lord, but only when we get to visit one another." He huffs. "Which is far less than I prefer."
“Sounds like a high rank. You seem like a good person to be holding it,” he smiled. “Do you know the Fire Lord personally? Are they a friend or family?”
Iroh puffs up with obvious pride. "My beloved nephew, Zuko. He is leading the way to peace after one hundred years of war. I am deeply proud of him."
“If he was taught by you and helped find peace here, he must be a good kid, even if he isn’t a child anymore,” he raised his up. “Makes me even more happy to have met you.”
Betting robot fight pit sound fun but pebbles need supplies to build. Teacher grace supply metal and electronics and also teach how build fight robots, question?
- mr pebble, CEO Pebble Fight Pit Enterprise
I… sure. I could get some scraps from Rocky and teach you to make robots that fight each other as long as you stop doing pebble fights.
Deal?
( Introducing Eridian children to.. )
( Hang on I forgot what it was called. )
Oh, good idea. Very good idea.
Mostly because it’s not illegal.
happy pride! How’s the cat I gave you? (Hopefully this is the right ask blog of which I send the Echo pic)
Happy Pride to you, too! I hope you’re able to celebrate safely this year !
The cat is absolutely wonderful, if not a little picky. I was able to mishmash a bunch of the right nutrients and stuff that they need for food, but they’re still being weird about the flavor. I’ll figure it out soon.
Otherwise, though, they’ve been super cuddly and warm. They fell asleep on my stomach once and I called in sick from teaching for it. They were too peaceful to move. I ended up napping like that and woke up to them chewing on my hair. Silly little guy.
Dr Grace
That reaction to the comical gif made me think you were gonna have a heart attack because you're so old
Please don't do that
Having a heart attack is bad for you, don't ya know?
I’m not going to have a heart attack! I’m not that old! I’m not even forty!
Either way, I was just a little startled. I’m a grown adult.
one of the children you taught 32 years ago is about to nuke the panama canal, please advise
Wh— why?? Didn’t they— sort of start to fix their crime rates and stuff in that country? Why do they want to nuke a staple of their livelihoods?
Oh, no. Was it Ethan? I knew he was rambunctious, but I didn’t think—
