No. No no no no no. This can NOT be happening. You could deal with Terezi, you could heal head wounds, you could even get over getting a little wet, but THIS. This was absolutely unacceptable. This was just supposed to be a quick little visit to the candy lab with Terezi, and to be frank you expected a lot of harassment from her anyway, but you were never supposed to end up off meteor! All of the non existent signs pointed to not this happening. It's as if the Earth tab on your husktop was just an omen to this sequence if events.

Wait a minute. It might actually have been. With all this future premonition shit going on around the settings of the medium, it should have been a big red flag to see a mysterious Internet tab suddenly, and forcibly, teach you of an alien world that you've never heard of before. After all this time you would think someone would start picking up on shit like this. It's like something, someone, wants you to just do things, even though the radical consequences are so obvious, if not at least chronological in some format. Like, a book almost. Maybe-

= STOP THINKING

...

= LOOK AROUND

With the sudden urge to follow orders again, you examine the layout of your new, and permanent, extra-meteoric home.

The room looks very dry, in fact it looks quite sandy, like it hasn't been touched in centuries. The only sign of change appears to be the now muddy floor beneath you from the extra water sendificated. The room has no external portals so it's lit by means of powerful, incandescent lighting by wires running along the roof of the room, suspended by small, metal staples. Chiseled into the roof, and really any flat surface at all, you notice many inscriptions and glyphs of a foreign nature. The room is empty save for you, Terezi, and the muddy stone slab that must have been the opposite end of the sendificator.

Circling the slab are panels of an equally deteriorated state that bear the equipment needed for sendification, but an added feature shows what looks to be a fuel gauge that is clearly empty. It appears that sendificating an object between universes must have drained this power source significantly. If you ever want to go back home, you're gonna need some more fuel.

One of the panels, however, is smudged and dotted with fingerprints. The prints do not have any dust collected in the little basins they've formed in the grime around them, meaning that they must have been recent enough that whoever made them might still be around, but where they are now is off the table because it could have been several hours or even days since they strayed away, so looking for them would be futile. The coordinates show a pumpkin, of all things, that someone must have attempted to take. But before it could've been appearified, you crashed into the room and sendificated yourself instead. Perhaps this is why the person fled before you could find them, not having expected you in the first place.

= FORM ESCAPE PLAN

Suspecting now that they could just as easily still be here, you decide it's best to take note of what to do next.

That is to say you're going to continue to rave inwardly about how much you hate this place with a varying palette of colorful language, painting a happy picture with said oil- based explicit painting apparatus, of your unbridled anger at Terezi for dragging you down to the labs just to fuck with you and just as well towards yourself for even getting involved in the first place. It's safe to say that you've got about just as much planing done as the amount if happy thoughts coursing through your plagued think pan. That is to say, absolutely none.

= QUIT WHINING

The sassy voice in your head that you've nicknamed your conscience decided that you're being a conservative little bitch about the entire situation. Maybe this isn't such a bad turn out, you at least know something about this piece of rock you're on. With some determination, you might even make it off this planet, given all you're going to need is a little uranium. Is that so hard?

= TALK TO TEREZI

You've decided that keeping your thoughts to yourself isn't going to be very productive so you try to consult Terezi on the matter.

"SO UH, WHAT ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO NOW. TO YOU IT MAY NOT BE SO OBVIOUS, BUT I HAPPEN TO KNOW A BIT ABOUT EARTH AND I'LL TELL YOU THAT WE'RE NO WHERE NEAR THE PLANE OF EXISTENCE WE WERE JUST ON, LET ALONE THE METEOR. I SUGGEST LOOKING FOR WHOEVER WAS HERE EARLIER AND ASKING THEM FOR SOME URANIUM, THAT IS IF THEY HAVE ANY.

ACTUALLY, IT JUST OCCURRED TO ME THAT URANIUM IS PRETTY OBSCURE ON EARTH TO THE COMMON FOLK SO IT'S VERY UNLIKELY THAT THEY WOULD HAVE ANY FOR US. THAT MAY BE AN ISSUE."

"Well if that's the case then who stocked the sendificator in the first place? There has to be a decent amount somewhere around here. Wait a second, how did you know if someone was here?"

"I SAW FINGER PRINTS ON THE PANELS OVER THERE, THEY MOVED SOME DUST AROUND WHEN THEY TRIED TO USE IT EARLIER. THEY ALSO DREW A BIG SMILE FACE EMOTICON OUT OF THE DUST OVER THE PUMPKIN ON SCREEN."

"That stuck out enough for you to make that kind of deduction? And here I thought I was the detective prodigy... You'd be really good at my role plays, you know, but you always decline! :]"

"YOU AND YOUR ROLE PLAYING, I SWEAR. LIKE I'D EVER STOOP SO LOW AND GO NEAR THOSE TECHNICOLOR DRAGON PUNCHING BAGS OF YOURS."

"Fuck you, I have great taste in role play equipment."

"WHATEVER. JUST CONSIDER IT A 'NO' FROM ME."

"Alright fine, but that topic aside, where do you think we even are. I mean, I know we're on Earth but is the entire planet just covering dusty old tombs or what? Supposedly, you're the expert on this situation so give me a reason to believe that."

"WELL TO COUNTER THE TOMB IDEA, I CAN SAY THAT THIS TYPE OF THING IS NOR NORMAL, AND BY THE LOOKS OF IT, THIS TOMB ITSELF LOOKS COMPLETELY DIFFERENT THAN THOSE COMMONLY FOUND ON EARTH. IF I CAN SAY ANYTHING ON THE MATTER, IT IS THAT I KNOW NOTHING."

"Well if that was anything but helpful."

"I DO KNOW, HOWEVER, THAT THE EQUIPMENT AROUND US THAT WE ARE USED TO IN THE MEDIUM IS MUCH TOO ADVANCED FOR THE EARTH I READ UP ON, THE WORD APPEARIFY ISN'T EVEN IN THE HUMAN VOCABULARY. THE LOCALS MIGHT SAY IT WAS SOME DUMB GIBBERISH MADE MY A LUNATIC.

I THINK OUR BEST BET IS TO FIND A WAY OUT OF HERE. WE REALLY CAN'T DO ANYTHING IF WE'RE STUCK IN THIS TOMB."

"'A" plus thinking! Now let's stop messing around and go spelunking."

"BUT WE WEREN'T MESSING AROUND, WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT? WE WERE JUST, TALKING FOR ONCE. YOU'RE SO OVER CRITICAL."

"You really are just too sensitive for this, are you. And for your information, it was more of a figure of speech i used to lighten the mood and keep us from going shit hive maggots while stranded here."

"WOW, NOW THAT YOU PUT IT THAT WAY OUR SITUATION DOES SOUND A BIT MORE GRIM GIVEN THE OUR CURRENT METHOD OF ESCAPE IS CURRENTLY FRUITLESS UNTIL WE FIND URANIUM. WAIT A SECOND, WHAT ARE WE GONNA EAT. WHERE ARE WE GONNA GET WATER. WE HAVE NO MEANS OF SURVIVAL IN THIS UNINHABITABLE WASTELAND. WE'RE GOING TO DIE ON THIS PLANET! I KNEW I SHOULDN'T HAVE EVEN CONSIDERED MEETING UP WITH YOU! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT AND NOW WE'RE GONNA PAY FOR IT!

"And this was the kind of hysterical pessimism I was trying to avoid."