First Dig [visual]

[ghostgem]

[Hello, Ponyville. Your newest import is a small purple dragon with bizarre gem-eyes! And she's walking around, looking at the scroll. Judging from the trees behind her, it looks like she's near the forest. Somehow, her hands are free! What you can't see is that she's using her scarf like a second set of hands, holding on to the scroll. When she speaks, she seems pleasant enough, and her voice has a friendly southern twang to it]

This here scroll's pretty nifty, I have to say! We got somethin' like this, sorta, called a frism. Got one at home, under lock and key! It's a weird little jar made'a ice that's so cold, it can freeze voices. Then when you warm it up, it plays the voice back for ya! But it can't record pictures, not like this! No sir-ee.

Er… [she pauses, tapping her claws to her chin] Ain't what I'm here to talk about though!

My name's Gemineye! Gemmy for short! [she says it "Jimmy"] I'm a Pokémon, ya see. And I'm mighty curious as to who owns this here land. I s'pect this is a good place to live. S'good as any! [she holds the scroll out, showing an area near the foothills of Rambling Rock Ridge. She's marked it off with whatever she could find; rocks, leaves, flowers, whatever.] But I don't just wanna take it over! I got Bits! Plenty of 'em fer land like this! [her Poké and the handful of gems she'd had in her bag had carried over pretty well]

Ah, and once I get the land, I'm gonna need me a favor from one of y'all. Architecture ain't my strongest point, and I'd like a little hut out here. Just a roof to keep out the elements, I reckon. The sooner I get a base of operations, the sooner I can get to servin' this fine community with my special talents![buttering you ponies up? You bet. She turns the scroll back on herself]

I s'pose I should also ask if any of ya know what a "Pokémon" is. Most of the Ponyta --- er… "ponies" -- I talked to ain't never heard of 'em before! Ain't sure how that's possible. They also called me a dragon. I can tell ya what, I ain't no dragon-type! [she laughs, because it's a FUNNY JOKE SEE] I'm a Sableye, like my mom and her mom and her mom before her! We're ghost and dark types! Dragon… pretty silly.

Comments

[ghostgem]

Now I don't mean to be rude or nosy, but I sure am curious about this "other place". Is it a story you feel like sharin'?

[millionbitpipes]

...nah, I guess I don't mind. Whaddaya wanna know?

[ghostgem]

Well, how about the space thing, to start. Was it kinda like this... one second you were at home, and the next you were somewhere weird?

[millionbitpipes]

Pretty much. [Actually he was consumed by a cosmic horror at home first, but that's not something he wants to talk about.] Happened the same way with everyone there. In fact, a couple of other people around here were up there too.

[ghostgem]

Haaaa! And was it the same? Folks from different... ah... universes? And stuff?

[millionbitpipes]

Yep. There were only ever a few people from my universe there, and lots of folks didn't have anyone else at all.

[ghostgem]

Nobody? I bet that got lonely. I bet you wish you were home instead of here, huh?

[millionbitpipes]

[Home. What'd that even mean now, the hotel room this had grabbed him from? His ears fold back; he doesn't really have anythin' to go back to, but he'll only admit that to himself.]

...yeah.

[ghostgem]

Hmm... Well I sure am sorry. If it's any consolation, I don't plan on stayin' here forever. Once I get what I want to do done, I'm gonna head back home. I'll figure out the way and get you back where you belong, too, if you want.

[millionbitpipes]

If you can swing it, kid, go for it. [Yeah he sincerely doubts you're gonna get back home on your own]

[ghostgem]

Haw! I'm a firm believer in doing anything you put your mind to, Mr. Finevoice! No worries at all.

[millionbitpipes]

[Shrug] If you say so.