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She stares at the space some more, then twists in the seat so she can look at the others. "That was so cool! This entire thing. Confusing because of all the magic and stuff, but we totally owned this shadow guy! Though I still don't get what connection he has to these weird... space tomato things. Do you know what they are, Casanova? Oh, wait, should I call you Captain while we're here? Ship - Pinky, right? - should I call Casanova Captain, or do you have different ranks in your place?"
While Pinky figures out the answer, she also points at Thundra. "Love the new drip! And all the fighting moves! You know, you definitely should join the tournament someday, you'll have tons of fans over there. And Amora is going to be ecstatic about having another girl competitor - me and her are the only regulars there. Well, there is also the Panda Girl, but I haven't seen her since her dad, my ex-boss, tried to conquer the world last time." She puts her hands behind her head and stretches. "You'd be surprised how many times that happened over the years."
Piranha glances out the window again, seems to contemplate for a moment, then looks at Princess Diamond. "Hey, Your Highness, have you ever seen a falling star?" She tilts her head. "..Which didn't fall on you, I think I should clarify."
CAPTAIN IS BOTH APPROPRIATE AND APPRECIATED, PIRA, THOUGH FOR YOUR INFORMATION: CASANOVA HAS ATTAINED THE HONORABLE RANK OF SPACE COMMANDER
The ship’s text display beams with pride as the voice-over announces her captain’s true rank.
The view through the starboard window is an endless sea of stars scrolling from left to right, but Pinky doesn’t give an unsolicited report. She sees that Casanova might have a crew, so her hope is that she can translate for the mute Space Commander…!
She leans forward on the console again, gazing wistfully into space. "Do you think it means there is going to be a great world-saving adventure to be had, Pinky? May I call your Pinky? Or do you prefer something else?"
And what did those shadows want, exactly? Did it really matter whether or not they had the coordinates to Missy Girl? Or maybe we should refer to her by her real name…
LUNA
"Absinthe," she says for Luna’s benefit.
The green fairy sits atop a toadstool next to Luna. Clearly, this fey foreigner is delighted to meet another of her kind. She talks a bit about her world, where she was always doing the humans favors. "Spelunking about sofa cushions for loose change, shoe repair, flying lent cups of sugar across town—that was fine. But then there were the thorny-toads, the ice-screams, the snails-o’-nine-tails… and that gremlin boss who found everything funny.
"They kept coming back! My heroics were an exercise in futility! So you see, Luna?" She gestures about the flowery field, pausing a moment to savor the way the melting frost trickles down the bold, colorful petals, every drop glistening in the sun like tiny naiads dancing…
She has a look of remorse, almost as if she’d rather not say. But Absinthe is sure she’s doing right by Luna. A fairy. A sister.
"It’s not abandonment. It’s love.
"You love your world, and if you leave it, the villains will stop."
And Luna… you don’t recall whether you stepped into that warp pipe on purpose, or just peeked as you contemplated Absinthe’s wisdom. But somehow, you felt the pull of the warp pipe—and you saw her—Absinthe—reaching for you, trying to stop you despite her words!
Maybe she was trying to talk you into a different warp pipe. But here you are now, on a planet that is only three melons high. (Or should you say three melons in diameter?)
There’s a solitary tingleberry bush. It seems quite healthy for the only living thing on the planet until you showed up about half an hour ago.
Well, fortunately there seems to be a regular coach service. You can see a pink starship coming toward you. The only other things to look at are a billion stars and one bush. You should probably embark on the coach. The next one might not come for another hour!
PINKY’S CREW
A warning light goes off.
SORRY TO INTERRUPT, CAPTAIN. THERE IS A TINY PLANET APPROXIMATELY 2.97 MELONS IN DIAMETER. BIOSCANNERS CONFIRM THERE IS A SENTIENT LIFE FORM. SHALL WE INVESTIGATE
Pinky’s holodisplay shows a fairy seated on the dirt of a potted plant drifting through outer space.