Needle and Thread

Crystal Gems! (Bonus Chapter, Part Deux!)

AAAAAAY! We're back with another installment of the latest Bonus Chapter. IF you don't like Bonus Chapters, too bad! You're missin' out! Eh, it's cool, though. You're still my reader and I love you. Still, read the bonus chapters.

So, you've probably figured out by now which song I'm referencing^^. It's the theme song from Steven Universe! If you haven't watched it, I would really reccommend it. It starts out kind of lame and dumb, but as the series progresses crap gets more feelsy than the deaths in Homestuck. Well. Almost as feelsy.

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Lyra and her companion did not have a pleasant landing. A series of sharp pings came first, as thought they were landing in a hailstorm, and then the bouncing. Even the passenger, who Lyra had begun to regard as an insufferable know-it-all, wasn't prepared for the landing. So, of course, the ended up landing in the awkward position of lying on top of each other. Lyra didn't realize that she was sitting on a passenger until he started asking how much she weighed.

"Rude," Lyra said, and leaned down to closer see his face.

Oh, there it was again. Every guy. Every damned guy she wanted to hate was like this. What the heck? Lyra leaned back, deciding that perhaps insullts would be better traded with a snobby, strange alien than a handsome, snobby, strange alien.

"I'm not getting up until you apologize," she decided.

"I'm a guest!"

"You're a snob," she corrected him. "And 'til you stop, I'm not geting up. Say you're sorry. With feeling, as they say in acting camp when you're five and don't know what acting is."

"That is a very specific situation. All right, I'm sorry. You're right, I was being rude."

"Thank you," Lyra replied, and got off him. "So, this planet has oxygen, you say?"

"Enough for you. Certainly enough for me."

"Good," Lyra said, and flipped a switch. The pod creaked as the hatch, which somehow was on the floor, opened. Lyra walked off the metal and onto the hard-packed dirt of the foreign planet, where she and her companion shifted the craft off of them.

"Oh, wow," he said, and she agreed. The pod had come to rest in the middle of a metallic forest. All around them, green-gray trunks stretched towards the sky as sapphire-blue leaves drifted peacefully to the ground.

"It's beautfiul," Lyra whispered.

"Hello?!"

"Huh?" Lyra turned towards the new voice. "Was that you, uh-- what was your name?"

"Andesine," he replied shortly. He seemed to be transfixed by the beautiful trees. "And no. I don't like people."

"Hmph. That explains a lot," Lyra mumbled.

"What?"

"Just saying, THAT EXPLAINS A LOT," Lyra said, as loudly as possible. "Geez. You must be deaf."

"HELLO?!"

"HI!" Lyra yelled back at the seemingly empty forest. "I'M A HOSTESS ON THE S.S. ORWELL-TINDRE PRESENCE! WHO ARE YOU?!"

"ANGEL! I'M AN ENGINEER! WHERE ARE YOU?!" Just as Lyra was about to reply, a young man stepped into the clearing. "Ah. Hello," he said shyly. "I didn't know you were that cu-- er, close. The leaves do refract sound in such a peculiar way."

"Cool," Lyra said. "Do you know if anybody else survived?"

"Look, another pod," Andesine said, pointing up. Indeed, another escape pod flashed in the sunlight (or starlight-- whatever) as it streaked towards the planet.