Luney's Stargaze

The Bus Ride

As soon as I bolted out the door, the bus had already hit the brakes at the bus stop. I then entered, still carrying Henrik on my new shoulder-to-hand armor. Nobody seemed to notice him, which was great. I could even have small talk in a slightly more normal pitch, instead of having to constantly whisper afraid of this человек-птица [chelovek-ptitsa, man-bird] getting pulled into lab testing and questioning. "Huh, I've never seen a bus like this. Usually they're made with wood, and the steering wheel's on the outside." Henrik stated. "Well it's 1982. A lot has changed since then, and technology has gotten better. I take this bus service to university pretty much every day, except for that one time when the service was closed and I had to walk to the university and home. Wasn't fun." I said, filling him in with the details. Henrik just seemed to laugh at that last part. "Haha! Your an interesting kid, внук луней. Александр chose a great one." [Aleksandr, Ale(ks/x)ander] "I try to be on my best days. University isn't far from here, it's just better to take the bus than to walk for a while." I replied. "I can see how. If only the roads weren't a complete пиздец, and this ride might be even better than earlier." Henrik added. "How long were you at that university anyway?" I asked. "From 1911-1914. Same year your дедушка луней. Except he was 22, I was 24." He answered. "So you were 2 years older than him?" I then asked. "Definetly. Too bad I didn't make it in 1952, a ripe 65." Henrik stated. "What happened in 1952?" I then proceeded to ask curiously. "Building fire. Everything caught fire, and I couldn't make it. Друг луней was devastated. Couldn't speak to anyone for weeks. He only regained his regular nature after years of a grieving. He visited my grave everyday to make sure I was alright. " He then explained to me. "Ой блин.. I feel terrible now, I am so sorry for you.." I then stated, inputting my largest of condolences. "Is okay. I am alive and well, and that's what matters for the both of you." Henrik reassured. "Your right about that. Now, about your whole constellation thing. How are we going to use the dictionary and your notes to our advantage?" I asked. "Well, from what little I remember, and with help from the dictionary we should hopefully decode the notes, find the position of the stars, align them together, and probably document it for good measure. The positioning is definitely going to be the worst part of this whole process once we get past decoding, as it took weeks and weeks for us to try to locate the stars that made this pattern we lost long ago. When we were piecing it all together, we got a nice view from a hill at night. I don't know if that will affect our ability to find it in broad daylight through a telescope. What I do know is that it was facing near an old bookshelf that is probably gone by now." Henrik explained some more. "I think that's where I come in. I've been here long enough that they sort of just let me use the telescope when I want to during course hours, as I'm the only person that wanted that class surprisingly." I then said in confidence. "..Although I will need the permission of the director in order to sneak you inside." I then realized. And while I was realizing, the bus had came to a stop. I then hopped out of the bus, and walked towards the steps that lead to the entrance.

And so the plot thickens! As Henrik and Artiom are now working together, they have their goals in mind, and the confidence of a leader. What could possibly go wrong? (This blurb isn't a foreshadowing of something actually going very wrong, just for funnies.)