tabularasa_rp | [open] I can be your manic pixie dream

[ It's not that she's specifically hoping for another star to drop right out of the sky and into her lap - she's honestly quite happy with the one she has in a clear glass container in her room, illuminating its surroundings in a soft light. (She's even happy with the bite taken out of it by the resident hashihime; it makes it even more of a conversation piece than it already is.) And as far as she's concerned, it would be selfish of her to steal the wishes from even more stars as they streak across the sky, especially when everyone here has wishes of their own they'd like granted.

She does like to watch them, though. And if others happen to pass by when she sees them fall, she greets them, tells them that there's a wish waiting to be had so it doesn't go to waste.

Perhaps that's how she greets you today, with a bright smile and her index finger pointing at the sky. Or perhaps you spy her first, sitting amongst the grass in its everchanging cycle, looking up at the inky black color in contented wonder. ]

"Ya think these things are hot enough to boil water?" Indigo's reverberating cowboy accent interrupts the peace, as she looks down at the small star in her hand, its yellow glow mixing artistically with her own pink-purple aura. "Maybe if I put a bunch of 'em together... or got a bigger one...." She looks over at Rinoa.

"There's a lotta power in boilin' water. We could get some generators goin' and actually have a steady source of electricity."

Edited 2021-02-08 06:32 (UTC)

Boil water? Rinoa's first instinct is to shake her head. She's not exactly science-minded, but she's held one of them herself, just like Indigo is now, and she can't help but think that the stars would need to be too hot to touch in order to successfully do that.

The point that follows, though, makes her pause, and a frown creases her brows. The one in her room still glows, so maybe...

"You might be right. A lot of them together... I'm sure that would be enough."

Indigo holding one doesn't mean much, as she's something of a living star herself. As far as she knows, though, the temperature of these things fluctuate according to expectations -- if they all tell the void they should be hot, they'll be hot.

"Well, here's one." Indigo deposits it into a pocket. "How many of 'em are around that ya know of?"

She smiles to see the other place the star into one of her pockets; in response to the question, she stretches out a hand to point up toward the apartment building as she talks. "I only know for a fact that there's one other; there's one in my apartment—

(with a youkai-sized bite out of it)

—that I've kinda turned into a lamp." But even with that said...

"I'm sure I've seen more than just those two fall though, you know?"

"If they keep glowin' like that after they fall, they can't be too hard to find." Still, Indigo inclines her head toward the sky, looking up at the twinkling blackness.

"Do ya think it'll run out of 'em if they keep fallin'? It don't seem like there's any less of 'em up there, but...."

But if they are indeed a limited resource, it would be impossible to actually count the stars that remain until it's too late.

Rinoa shakes her head. "I don't think they should. The Void seems to take ideas from us, right? At least where I'm from, stars are limitless. There's too many of them to count. So unless someone else is from a place very, very different to that..."

Of course, that is possible, but somehow she can't help but think it unlikely. Especially when the stars look so much like they would back at home.

She nods slowly, taking a small amount of comfort from Rinoa's words.

"I guess I'm just thinkin' too long-term. My universe has got quadrillions o' stars, but... even quadrillions ain't infinite. Still, I guess we don't have ta worry about it fer a long time."

Qua...drillions. How many zeroes would that be?

For a moment, all Rinoa can do is stare at Indigo in confusion. She nearly asks, even... but embarrassment makes her pause. She's never thought of herself as particularly ignorant, no matter how often others - including Squall - have called her out for being so. But since coming to the Void, she's started to realize how little she truly knows, not just about the other worlds, but even about her own. She stated so confidently that stars are limitless, but... is that really true? She's been to space, even if it's a memory which she often tries to block out. And she loves to read. Surely she should know more than she does...?

She shakes the feeling off, not wanting to dwell too heavily on it. She can learn, right? She's learned so much already, she can learn more. And isn't now the best time to start? Straightening up, she offers Indigo a warm smile.

"Do you wanna take yours back to my place? We can put mine next to it and see if there's a change in the light?"

Edited 2021-02-23 08:45 (UTC)

The answer to that question, Rinoa, is 15. 15 zeroes. ~~(Or maybe not, Starbound is based in the UK and they use a different naming system for -illion numbers, but I'm going by the American one.)~~ And Indigo dropped that number so casually, not even thinking that there might be something odd about it -- not thinking that it might be odd that in her universe, a journey measured in lightyears takes about as much effort as going to the corner store.

Indigo looks back, not sure what it is that's bothering the other girl, but nods cheerfully at her question.

"Sure, I don't mind! Sounds like a plan." She steps closer to her, offering her a hand to help her the rest of the way up. (Should Rinoa take her hand, she'll find it's very warm, but not to the point of burning -- it's a pleasant warmth, like an electric blanket.)

Edited 2021-02-23 09:23 (UTC)

Rinoa accepts the hand with a small smile, her brows lifting in surprise when she feels the heat coming off Indigo's skin. "You're really warm," she says, although she doesn't withdraw her hand, allowing the other to help her to her feet. She wonders if it has something to do with the beautiful glow of her skin...

In hindsight, though, she does realize that such a comment could have been impolite, and so she offers her a brief, apologetic smile. Sometimes she has a little too much of a habit of saying what's on her mind without thinking about it until it's too late.

"Sorry if that was rude."

With that said, she'll start heading off in the direction of the apartments, keeping relative pace with the other. Admittedly, she's a little excited; this will be her first experiment in the Void!

Indigo laughs and shakes her head at the apology, explaining while they walk:

"Naw, it ain't rude. All Novakid are like that, since we're basically livin' stars and all." Even in her own world, how they put out heat and light like that when they don't have the sheer bulk necessary for nuclear fusion like real stars do is a mystery... but here, where the stars are small and light enough to hold in one's hand... perhaps it's better not to think about it too hard.

When they reach the apartments, she pauses, waiting for Rinoa to lead the way further.

Her eyes widen in response. Living stars? Suddenly, she has so many questions. But she shelves them for now, instead leading the way to her own apartment, opening the door for Indigo to step inside, and waving a brief greeting to Angelo and Felix as they stir from where they're lazily curled on the couch.

"Angelo, Felix, this is Indigo. She's gonna be here for a while, okay?"

And just like that, their curiosity is satisfied, and the two animals snuggle back into their spots, making sure to leave enough space for their guest if she wants it. Rinoa moves to the chest of drawers on which her star sits, slipped into a tall glass something that was probably meant to be a vase. Even at a first glance, the bite taken out of it is quite visible.

Indigo coos with delight at the sight of the fluffy pets, approaching the couch and holding out a hand to let them sniff. (Not that there'll be much to sniff, as she doesn't have a personal odor of her own -- any smell on her will have come from the environment.)

"Can I pet 'em when we're done here?" She gestures at the creatures, and when they're done sniffing, she goes to satisfy her curiosity, approaching the star as well.

"Someone try to eat it?" she asks, though she seems to be stating the obvious. "Did it still glow while it was inside 'em?" Perhaps the stomach would be too deep to see such a glow through all the skin and muscle in the way, but what about while they were swallowing it, when it was still in their throat? That's pretty close to the surface, right?

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