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Rose, then, please.
...Um.
I don't really know! You're the first warden I've ever had. Maybe we should talk?
[He doesn't sound opposed, just surprised. Off-guard.]
Oh.
Well, I'd like to work out why I'm here? I don't really understand.
That's a question philosophers have been pondering since the beginning of civilization!
But, if you mean the Barge specifically, I...well.
[Soberly:]
I do have an answer, but I don't know if you're going to like it.
This kind of conversation is better to have in person, behind a cabin's access filter. Would you rather meet in yours or mine?
Rose doesn't respond, just makes her way to the right cabin door and knocks gently - she's got a very light touch, given her physical dimensions.
He was not expecting a giant woman. Not from her mild manner or her light knock. Wow she is tall.
"Rose Quartz, I presume?"
"Ford," she says, with a smile and a nod. "May I come in?"
Always fun to see another human dwelling.
"Make yourself at home. This place actually belongs to my brother -- or it used to, before he passed management on to one of his employees. But it's what the Barge decided was home, so here I am."
He's awkward. Strangers, difficult conversations, you know.
Rose, on the other hand, is positively delighted. Especially by the merchandise, which she drifts over to inspect more closely.
"Oh my gosh. This stuff is adorable!"
"Really? Oh -"
She picks up a (plastic) eyeball floating in a(n also plastic) jar. Greg would love this place, she thinks, but lets the thought go.
"Thank you, Ford. Um - how was the last week for you?"
An interesting thing for someone to say who was in a world where Cthulhu rose out of the ocean at the end, causing the apocalypse.
"Did you come out of it okay, or did the extraplanar demons drive you insane?"
"I was fine! I was just a regular human, it was amazing," she gushes. "I had no idea that that's what it's like for you! All those different things happening inside you at the same time..."
She gestures to the round jewel where her navel should be.
"My physical body is projected from here. I can make tweaks to it, if I want to consume food or anything like that."
Talking human bodily function is a way easier subject than feelings.
Ford gestures to the living room; would she like to take a seat?
She would, and lowers herself down carefully.
"Jasper's a Gem too," Rose agrees. "We're both quartzes. We were created to be soldiers."
Rose pulls a face.
"Not exactly? There's nothing creating us that isn't a Gem. We're just not organic life, we don't reproduce like humans do. Homeworld sends injectors to a colony planet, they seed the Gems in rocks on the surface, and eventually we just - bust out."
But then again, he isn't as well-travelled through the multiverse as he's always felt he is, so it's not that surprising.
"That's good. I don't like to think that there are other universes with a Homeworld like mine," she says, quietly. "What they do is...it's terrible."
One of our local Blockbusters had a dimensional portal open up in the back room! You wanna go check it out?
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