'I- Hello? Hello? Who is this? You can...hear me? Fuck, someone can actually hear me?!
I won't- you don't get to know my name. Tell me yours, and- and maybe-
Maybe I can help.'
Ooc info below the cut ^^
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@sm-13logs
'I- Hello? Hello? Who is this? You can...hear me? Fuck, someone can actually hear me?!
I won't- you don't get to know my name. Tell me yours, and- and maybe-
Maybe I can help.'
Ooc info below the cut ^^
Currently really bored, and I would assume that you'd probably want some company? Or a distraction? So is there anything you want to know about Earth? Or any kinds of songs you'd be curious about?
Both of those would be...really nice.
Anything, please. I don't mind what it's about, or what kind of music. I don't think it's possible for me to have a favorite, they're all so...
Incredible.
Alright :) I'll give you some of my favorites. These I have strong memories with, and I'll go slower to give you more time to chill and so mod can actually listen to them if they so choose
American Pie- Don McLean
California Girls- Beach Boys
Windy- The Association
Sugar Sugar- The Archies
Video Killed The Radio Star- The Buggles
Stuck In The Middle With You- Stealer's Wheel
The Mighty Quinn- Manfred Mann
These remind of how dad and I like to go drive around the backroads with our windows down and enjoy the fresh air. I've had a lot of good memories with classic rock.
I don't know what the environment was like... there... but it sounds like you didn't have pretty much any nature except for the one tree. Here, trees, plants, animals are in abundance, for the most part. It's one of my favorite things. I get to run around the woods and listen to the birds. My dad taught me how to identify plants and trees by bark and leaves, and birds by their song.
(And with that, a small bowl of fresh picked black raspberries appears in front of him. Sweet, sunripened, a little tart.)
Here, we picked these earlier. They're very good. I will warn you, the juice might stain your hands, and the seeds might get stuck in your teeth, but I think it's worth it <3
[Simon stares at the bowl of fruit in front of him, as your songs play quietly in the background. He seems to enjoy these quite a bit, head dipping and bobbing ever so slightly to the beats.]
That sounds...lovely. Running free, in a field of grasses? That's...
[He grabs one of the small, tart berries, and eats it. Soon- the whole bowl in gone.]
What are these called? They- taste really, really good.
[A static-filled, crackling voice begins to come through the radio of the Hail Mary]
Is this- is this working? Ava- I'm sick of this! I got your photos, now bring me up! Ava?! Who is this?
[It seems the voice has reached the wrong connection-]
-. @sm-13logs
[Grace had been playing a game on one of the laptops while waiting for the centrifuge to be done testing a sample of Astrophage, the static immediately getting his attention. he got up and lunged for the radio closest to him, he hadnt heard the voice of another human in years.. he clicked the button on the side.]
Hello? Hello? Can you hear me?
[He sounded desperate and honestly he was)
[There's a pause. Expectant. Focused. Rusting comes from the other side, before the voice speaks again.]
...Who is this?
[Ryland hesitants for a moment.... wait- how is there someone else contacting him? Did earth send another spaceship, he doesn't remember another one being made.. he stares at the radio for a moment debating his options before finally clicking the button once more.]
Im ryland grace, scientist on board the hail mary, Who is this?
Ryland...Grace? You have a family name?
[The line is silent for a few moments, as Simon stares at the speaker above him. Nothing good every seemed to come through that machine-]
Why are you down here? How am I...How am I contacting you?
Down here? Down where? Wait where are you? How are you contacting me- its the middle of space my radar isnt showing any other ships..
[He was very confused.. did earth send another ship because he was taking too long?.. the thought made him angry for some reason]
You must be in range...
[He mutters, moreso to himself than anything.]
My location is AT-5. My sub shouldn't register on your radar, but...Eden should. Are you an Eden offshoot, or another station?
[Simon can't tell if he's confused or frustrated- probably a bit of both. Who else would be in comms range?]
Eden? Whats eden? At-5? Wait- where are you from? Im confused.. were you not sent by the petrova task force- are you not.. from earth?
[That question frsnkly sounded ridiculous.. Hed trailed off.. he had his glasses properly on he grabbed one of his pens and started to write bits and pieces of the conversation so far on his arm.. Eden, At-5, a sub???]
Earth? Ha, yeah right- Funny stuff, Grace.
[His laugh is bitter, a quiet melancholy for something he never knew. This other man- Grace -was...messing with him, wasn't he? Though he seemed genuinely confused, so-]
Haven't heard of any Petrova anything, though information is slow when you're stuck with the C.O.I.
Eden is the station I'm registered in. You should know this, unless you're living under a rock.
[About 30 different scenarios started going through graces head... different variations of 'alien?' 'Amnesia???' And for some reason with no logic to jump to the point though his gut hasnt steered him wrong yet 'human life on a different planet?'.. '....maybe im just being fucked with.. could be that.. or maybe theres thing im not remembering due to Amnesia?']
Ive been on this spaceship for the past 5 years so unless some major changes have happend on earth.. im very lost with what you mean.. ive never heard of Eden.. or C.o.i... so no i haven't been living under a rock.. ive been living in this spaceship
Five years? Even before that, you can't have been this clueless.
Maybe you're just lucky, if you don't know about everything. You're better of, without the C.O.I, Eden, any of it-
[Did Grace really not know about...everything? The stations, the colonies, the Quiet Rapture? Ignorance is bliss, Simon supposes. Though, it still sticks out to him. Five years, without stops? An independent ship? Something just...wasn't adding up.]
[Grace sighed... 'okay clearly this is going to be a bit harder to figure out..' maybe if he could find the man it would be easier]
Whats your name?
[No harm in playing like 20 questions for now.. Hopefully this new person will be willing to answer]
...Convict. You can call me Convict.
[Simon wasn't willing to give in this easily- Wouldn't let his name be used against him so soon. He thinks about it- It'd be nice to hear someone say it again, but-
Later. He can save that for...later.]
.. Really?.. alright.. 'Convict' .. how long have you been in space- or well where ever you are?
As long as I can remember. Well...Mars, for a little while. But I was young, then. Can't recall much of it. Eden and Filament are the closest things I can call home.
And yourself, Grace?
I grew up on earth, I was a teacher.. I uh.. have some gaps in my memory here and there
['I probably shouldn't tell the guy everything right off the bat..']
Big enough gaps to forget the universe removing itself from existence? Lucky. Wish I could forget everything- doesn't sound to bad, at this point.
['Huh??' He stared at the radio for a moment trying to figure out a response.. it felt like the longer this conversation went on the more confused he became.]
What do you mean universe removing itself from existence? I mean- yeah some stars are dying but the stars and universe still exist-
I mean, sure, you can still see 'em, but...That's all just dying stars. Extiguished lights. They're gone. Quiet Rapture just...poof.
[Simon rubbed his temples, explaining this was tiring. Why didn't this person know?]
[He could hear the tone.. could tell this new person- 'Convict' was getting annoyed.. grace sighed... 'okay- think- think-' he sighed setting the radio down and pacing around the room... 'what can I do? I dont know where this person is.. or frankly where he is from- hes definitely human- well assumably human anyways-... I would if theres anyway to track down his location from the ship... he isnt on any of my radars right now though-'
..where did you say you were again?
AT-5. Bright red. Ocean of blood, you can't miss it.
[Simon settles into the sub- Resting against the walls, heat seeping into his clothes. It seemed like this conversation was going to be a lot of explaining- on both sides.]
A blood moon?? Are you messing with me? Im pretty sure if that existed id know of it.
[Grace set the radio down with a grumble]
Well, I mean- I'm sort of in it, at the moment? So it exists, that's for sure.
[He debated turning the radio off... 'maybe im going insane hearing things even- ive been alone long enough its possible...' he tapped his fingers anxiously against the arm rest of the chair... he ended up picking the radio back up, albeit very confused but on the off chance this was a real person that needed help well.. he couldn't leave that up to chance.]
That shouldnt- cant be- possible, it wouldn't make sense, a planet- moon like that- earth would know about it. I would have heard about it before, it would be marked down in something somewhere, we would have wanted to explore it for sure if it existed.
[He gets an idea]
what year is it? Do you know?
It's...2370-something. Can't remember. It's...been a while. I don't really know what that has to do with...all of this.
[Absentmindedly, Simon grabs one of the spare manuals by his chair, flipping through the pages. It was less of actually absorbing content, but moreso just to have something to do while he awaited the other's response. He didn't know why it was making him so nervous- Something felt off, but...correct.]
A person appeared in the submarine. He … didn’t quite fit into the environment, to say the least.
"Oh my!! I didn’t plan on ending up HERE!”
Wilford’s voice was way too energetic for a place like this. He spun around once, taking in the environment before finally spotting Simon.
"Why hello there!! Is this your place?? It’s very… unique. Not really my style, but you do you."
(@whispers-of-insanity)
[Simon jolts, hand flicking quickly to the sheath on his shoulder. He pauses, defensive.]
It's not my place- Not my style, either, but- Wait a second. Who...who are you? How did you find me?
Wilford seemed almost offended by the question.
"Who am I?? The one, the only, Wilford Warfstache?? Me?? How do you- …well maybe I don’t exist in your universe. That’d be a tragedy of course but WHATEVER. Anyway, I was just traveling through universes, looking for a friend of mine who ran away after I shot him… really rude by the way, and just stumbled upon here, ya know?"
None of the man’s ramblings really made any sense…
You certainly don't- and even if you did? You'd be gone in days, that's for sure. Your... [Simon gestures vaguely at Wilford] pizzazz doesn't exactly cut it, here.
And as far as I know, me and you are the only two in this sub-
"What’s THAT supposed to mean?? I’d survive here PERFECTLY well!!"
Yeah- Whatever you say, Warf...something or other.
"OH NO I want to talk about this!! You can’t just go around making claims like that, ya know!! If somebody here were to want to kill me I’d just go-"
In the middle of the sentence Wilford somehow acquired a gun, which he was now gesturing around with.
Woah, woah-! Yeah, yeah, sure man- Claims have been taken back-
[Simon raises one hand in an attempt to calm, while the other moves to steady the gun away from him.]
Where did that come from?
"Oh, that thing? I just think of it and then, POOF, it’s there!!"
Wilford either didn’t notice Simons‘s distress or he simply didn’t care.
Great. Let's add 'magic summoning powers' to list of shit I have to deal with.
Now hop back in your- portal...thing? I don't have enough oxygen for the two of us.
"BOOOORING."
With a blink of an eye, Wilford was suddenly way closer to Simon than he was before, still holding the weapon loosely in his hand.
"Why do you have limited oxygen anyway?? Kinda stupid if you’d ask me."
At least that's something we can agree on...
[Simon treks backwards until he hits the walls of the sub- eyes never leaving Wilford. High alert, walls built-]
Now why are you here?
"Well, I just thought the place looked interesting!! I’ve met LOTS of people from SO MANY different universe already, but I’ve never met someone like YOU."
Wilford kept waving the weapon around carelessly as he talked, but didn’t move any further from his position.
Someone like me. Why were you looking for me? Who else have you- met?
"Oh MANY people. Like Damien and Celine and Mark, bit off an asshole that guy, and so on. Many different versions of them as well!! So it’s pretty unusual to see an ego I haven’t met yet. …that reminds me, who even are you anyway?? You haven’t introduced yourself yet, ya know."
An...ego. I can't say the term is familiar, but-
I'd rather skip the pleasantries, Wilford. My name isn't useful to you, so why ask for it?
"Oh c’mon. Can’t even ask for a name these days."
He disappeared from his position once again, now being right beside Simon.
”You know, I think you’re a pretty nice guy…. whatever your name is, so I don’t see why ya wouldn’t wanna tell me!!"
[ @sm-13logs sorry for tagging you man I thought just in case you forgot or anything uhhh don’t stress yourself though!!]
[Jumping at the sudden presence besides him, Simon blurts out his name.]
Augh-Simon! It's Simon. How did you-?
Nope, I don't want to know- What are you here for, anyway? Besides making my job harder. There has to be something besides just looking around.
"Does there have to be another reason? I was over there, then I was over here. You happened to be here too. And not gonna lie, you look like you’re having a real bad time, so I thought perhaps you’d enjoy some company." "Ya know, you seem pretty paranoid about me. Kinda rude if you’d ask me. I didn’t even do anything!!"
Company. Sure. Sure, why not. Don't got anything else in this wretched sub.
Paranoid? Of course I'm paranoid, you-! [Simon groans loudly, clearly seeing that there's no point in arguing with Wilford.]
Sit. In the chair. You can stay if you let me do my work, deal? Deal. Glad we're on the same page.
Surprisingly, Wilford did not comment on anything Simon said, instead just appearing in the chair while the other wasn’t looking.
"What do you do around here anyway? I’m guessing you have a reason to be in some kind of… submarine, yeah?"
I take photos, and try not to get myself killed.
[Simon flourishes his hands, already walking over to the camera to demonstrate.]
Do that, and I walk out of here a free man.
"Uh huh… so you’re what, a convict or something?? What did you do to get put in a… death submarine or whatever?"
...Yeah. Yeah, I am. It's not-
[Simon clenches his jaw, eyes pinching closed in an attempt to calm himself]
It's not relevant to your visit here.
"Yeah, sure, be like that i guess."
Wilford was silent for a few moments, though it didn‘t take long for him to speak up again.
"You know, if you killed someone you can just say it. It‘s really not that bad!! I mean, I‘ve killed people myself!! There was… uh… Mark, and that one detective guy… i think Abe was his name or something, and the District Attorney… uhm… OH YEAH there was—"
The list went on for a … while. Despite what he was saying, Wilford didn’t seem bothered by talking about it one bit.
That's, uhm. That's a lot. You- [Simon pauses, baffled. Listens as Wilford goes on and on.]
I- Yeah, it was- Something like that.
Any...reason behind those?
"Of course they had a reason!! Most of them at least. I wouldn’t say they were necessarily good reasons, but they were reasons now, weren‘t they?"
...Sure.
You didn't come here just to kill me off, right?
"Kill you? I mean, I wasn’t planning on, but if you want me to?"
Wilford was silent for a few seconds, but spoke up before Simon could answer.
"Ehh, probably not. My gun isn’t even loaded anyway. Look, I can prove it to you!!"
Apparently, his idea of best way to prove the gun wasn’t loaded was to shoot. At the wall. Of the submarine.
Turns out that the gun was, in fact, loaded.
[Simon immediately covers his ears, stunned. He stumbles back from the man, eyes blown wide and fearful.]
Not...loaded? That seemed- That seemed pretty loaded to me, Warf- I- You could've killed us-!
Despite his usual unserious demeanor, Wilford himself looked shocked by the weapon going off, dropping it almost immediately.
"I mean- I- I didn’t. I could’ve killed us, but I didn’t. That’s… good. That’s very good. Haha…"
[With a swift kick- speed attributed to adrenaline by Simon- He kicks the gun behind him, further into the sub. More importantly- away from Wilford. (Though Simon doesn't doubt he can just...make another one appear.)]
...You didn't. Right, yeah- That...That's good. What would've been better if it hadn't at all. So- New rule. No more firearms in the sub, loaded or not. Yes?
"Seriously?? That's unfair!!"
He gestured vaguely toward Simon as though presenting evidence.
"I didn't even do anything!”
A pause. His eyes flickered briefly towards the wall.
"Ehh, technically I did one thing… BUT I feel like we're really blowing that out of proportion? It didn’t even harm us!"
He shakes his head, wounded.
"You're allowed to have a knife, but suddenly I cannot have a gun? What if I need to… defend myself, huh? What if there's like… a big fish that wants to kill us?? I make one tiny, ACCIDENTAL mistake and now I'm being treated like a… criminal or something."
The big fish already wants to kill us. That thing? Isn't going to stop it.
[Simon huffs, a frown curving his face.]
I'm allowed to have things, because it's my sub, and I'm something called responsible. You can have that back once you learn how to be, understood?
[Without waiting for an answer, he turns around to focus on taking photos.]
Push that lever up, the one on your right. Stop when the bar says 400. Can you do that?
Wilford grumbled something under his breath, though the words unintelligible from Simon’s position. Despite that, he still did as he was asked to.
The silence that followed was slightly uncomfortable.
[Simon grumbles a reluctant Thank you under his breath, still occasionally clicking the camera. He pauses, as the image renders a wrecked, torn submarine. The SM-8.]
That's...I'm not seeing things, right?
[The reblog chain was getting a little long- I hope you don't mind that I'm continuing it from a new ask. If that isn't your preference, please lmk!! <3]
Magnets? You mean I'm...out of the ocean?
[Simon blinks in disbelief, still tensed from the previous shaking of the sub.]
I'm...out?
-@sm-13logs
"Youre out. Now to just get you out of that box" grace said.
"Rocky have ideas!, grace onto solething with tunnels! Statement."
"It shouldnt take too long with rockys help" grace said softly.
Alright- I...trust you two. I don't- I don't have any openings on this, I'm not sure tunnels will attach. I'm...I'm welded in.
"Rocky fix!!"
He called.
"We'll get you out soon!" Ryland promised.
There was more shaking as something sealed fo the side.
"Have to send grace to cut. Human not survive in rockys atmosphere. Rocky not survive in humans. Cant cut him out without mixing atmosphere."
"Yeah. Yeah, i can cut him loose." Ryland said.
Ryland sounds like he gets further away from the radio, theres a knocking on the side. And a muffled "stand back!"
[Simon immediately backs away from the wall the sound filters through, eyes wide with concern and...hope.]
Yeah, I'm- uh- I'm away from the door!
[He waits anxiously, clutching the small sapling pendant in his hand for comfort.]
Sparks and wirring and grinding then
Crrreeaaakk
Thud!!
An arch of metal fell away, revealing Grace, standing there in a clear hall, atmosphere sealed, but transparent so the swirling stars and galaxy could be seen around him through the hexagonal planes. His hair fluffled up around the goggles hed pushed up to his head, glasses hanging wonkily, a bright warm smile like the sun aimed in simons direction, though Grace doesnt know his actual name yet. "Hey!, youre free" he said softly. Not knowing the full weight those words held. "Want to come up to the marry?"
[Simon pauses, still recovering from the large clatter of metal, before looking up to meet the face of the other. The rush of fresh air- well, as fresh as spaceship air can be- floods the sub, swirling in Simon's lungs.]
Grace. I didn't think you'd actually- I- yes, I'd...I'd like that, I think. Are you serious? This- this isn't a trick?
[He takes a step forward, full of the hesitance and suspicion he was raised to hold. Slowly, though, Grace can see those emotions just barely falter, replaced with possibility.]
"Of course its not" he smiled. Reaching out to offer simon a hand. "Come on up, its.. really hot down here, im sure youd like to cool down, and ill get you some food and water" he spoke tenderly. "Are you hurt?"
Food...? No, I- I won't take that from you, but...I'd be nice to get somewhere cooler, I won't lie.
[Simon blinks at the last question, unsure both of the answer, and why he's being asked. Surely it wasn't to actually see if he was okay, right?]
I mean, I'm a little banged up. Some scratches on my arm, maybe a concussion? Not a big deal- most of the blood isn't my own, so...
"You really should eat, ill get some fresh bandages for you and we can check for that concussion" he spoke kindly. Leading simon up to the mary. Being so tender with him.
[He nods in confusion, not sure what else to do. Most of Simon's brain is fuzzy at this point, purely clouded with relief. He still thinks half of this is a dream- that he's dead, still in that wretched sub- but chooses to follow along anyways.]
Right...
Theyre all three. And in the center of the fruit, is a seed, that can grow to a new tree.
🕯
Oh...wow, that's-
That's incredible.
Yeah… One of them was trying to tell the other not to, but she didn’t listen, and… then their voices sounded really weird… I- I don’t know if they’re alive anymore…
The light looks around the sub’s interior. It takes in the map, the scrawled additions to it, and the blood that’s already started staining the paper.
Oh, um… You probably have a name, right? The others had names, but I forget them…
I...wouldn't think they are. I was sent down here because the others didn't make it- so.
Simon. No one calls me that anymore, but- Simon. Do you...have one?
hm... no, not now at least! i hope you don't mind if i go through my snack stash here?
[sencha toddles back over to its teapot, and begins digging around inside. it... has a lot of food stashed in there.]
now that i think about it, have you seen that weird whale around? no, not the hell fish, i'm talking about the one where you can see her bones straight through her skin. something tells me she might have been around here at some point.
-🫖
[Still somewhat recovering from shock, Simon can only blink.]
Uh- I don't...think so? Just- Just the ones with all the...fuckin'...limbs and whatnot. Huge teeth? No...whale, though.
The driver let him take it all in, reaching to a tree near them, taking a blossom thatd blown off and offering the white flower to simon.
🚛
[Simon takes the flower from them reverently, movements slow in contemplation. After a second, lost in the intricate details of the flower, he turns to crush the driver in a hug, burying his face in their shoulder. Though his words are muffled by fabric, they can barely make out him saying...]
Thank you.
The bright flashes were startling at first, but it slowly grew accustomed to them. It spoke up again when they got close "That sub looks so familiar. I wonder why?" The vehicle in question was crashed into a rocky shelf. It was large enough to house a small crew, though no one could have survived the impact.
-🦷
I'm....not sure. It was probably from the C.O.I- similar build models, so similar looking subs. Do you know that one?
[The radio crackles to life once more, but the voice that comes through is unfamiliar, young and feminine-leaning.]
Hello? Is anyone there? Fuck, is this thing even working?
[...That isn't Lyr.]
-⏳️
I- uhm. Yeah, yeah. I'm here. Kazimir...right?
[Hey mod, have you considered that simon is a precious guy?]
[Hello Anon, after much consideration (.0001 seconds), our experts here at SM-13Logs on the requested topic of 'precious guys' (Me) have come to the conclusion that Simon is most certifiably a precious little guy.]
Currently really bored, and I would assume that you'd probably want some company? Or a distraction? So is there anything you want to know about Earth? Or any kinds of songs you'd be curious about?
Both of those would be...really nice.
Anything, please. I don't mind what it's about, or what kind of music. I don't think it's possible for me to have a favorite, they're all so...
Incredible.
They grow from the tree, they are flowers breifely, then they turn into fruit, edible fruit.
🕯
They're...all three? I mean, the Last Tree was similar, but- it never gave off fruit, just more seedlings. Those were too warped and weak to do anything with, but...
"You can look around, if youd like, theres no one here but us, and the animals." The driver told him gently. Letting him hold their hand, holding his back while being careful not to make the touch feel restraining. "Youre free simon. And youre safe."
🚛
That's...That's a funny word. I still don't know if I can take you for that one, but-
But it's nice here. Really, really nice.
[Simon's face crumples, hand tightening on the other's. It clear he's attempting to hold back all the emotion he can, but so much still manages to slip through. He's never seen anything like this.]
The light notes Simon’s growing confusion and distress and shuffles away from the camera. It’s never been in such a cramped space before.
I- I guess you’re down here for answers… it’s what the other voices wanted, but they… started acting strange, so I didn’t answer them… Y- you didn’t drink any of the blood, right?-
-💡
What-? No, no, I haven't. People...did that?
[Simon's face scrunches at the thought.]
I mean, I, uh- I've gotten some on me, but...I haven't drank any.
[The reblog chain was getting a little long- I hope you don't mind that I'm continuing it from a new ask. If that isn't your preference, please lmk!! <3]
Magnets? You mean I'm...out of the ocean?
[Simon blinks in disbelief, still tensed from the previous shaking of the sub.]
I'm...out?
-@sm-13logs
"Youre out. Now to just get you out of that box" grace said.
"Rocky have ideas!, grace onto solething with tunnels! Statement."
"It shouldnt take too long with rockys help" grace said softly.
Alright- I...trust you two. I don't- I don't have any openings on this, I'm not sure tunnels will attach. I'm...I'm welded in.
"Rocky fix!!"
He called.
"We'll get you out soon!" Ryland promised.
There was more shaking as something sealed fo the side.
"Have to send grace to cut. Human not survive in rockys atmosphere. Rocky not survive in humans. Cant cut him out without mixing atmosphere."
"Yeah. Yeah, i can cut him loose." Ryland said.
Ryland sounds like he gets further away from the radio, theres a knocking on the side. And a muffled "stand back!"
[Simon immediately backs away from the wall the sound filters through, eyes wide with concern and...hope.]
Yeah, I'm- uh- I'm away from the door!
[He waits anxiously, clutching the small sapling pendant in his hand for comfort.]
Sparks and wirring and grinding then
Crrreeaaakk
Thud!!
An arch of metal fell away, revealing Grace, standing there in a clear hall, atmosphere sealed, but transparent so the swirling stars and galaxy could be seen around him through the hexagonal planes. His hair fluffled up around the goggles hed pushed up to his head, glasses hanging wonkily, a bright warm smile like the sun aimed in simons direction, though Grace doesnt know his actual name yet. "Hey!, youre free" he said softly. Not knowing the full weight those words held. "Want to come up to the marry?"
[Simon pauses, still recovering from the large clatter of metal, before looking up to meet the face of the other. The rush of fresh air- well, as fresh as spaceship air can be- floods the sub, swirling in Simon's lungs.]
Grace. I didn't think you'd actually- I- yes, I'd...I'd like that, I think. Are you serious? This- this isn't a trick?
[He takes a step forward, full of the hesitance and suspicion he was raised to hold. Slowly, though, Grace can see those emotions just barely falter, replaced with possibility.]
"Of course its not" he smiled. Reaching out to offer simon a hand. "Come on up, its.. really hot down here, im sure youd like to cool down, and ill get you some food and water" he spoke tenderly. "Are you hurt?"
Food...? No, I- I won't take that from you, but...I'd be nice to get somewhere cooler, I won't lie.
[Simon blinks at the last question, unsure both of the answer, and why he's being asked. Surely it wasn't to actually see if he was okay, right?]
I mean, I'm a little banged up. Some scratches on my arm, maybe a concussion? Not a big deal- most of the blood isn't my own, so...