juice_factory | CALL ME OUT

Wander had to face it: He'd been just a little careless. This was a pretty darn quiet little star system and with only one inhabited planet, he knew was going to be a long way out to the lodgings and he was plum tuckered out when it happened and he should have dodged and...

Well, turns out this galaxy has a lot of floating rocks, with surprisingly good aim. For rocks. Knocked him right off Syl's saddle! What're the odds of that, that's probably some kind of miracle! The impact didn't pop the bubble and leave him in the void of space, thank glob, but well...bright side. The trip is suddenly going a lot faster.

Is he screaming? He can't really hear now that he's in the atmosphere. He thinks he's screaming.

It's such a pretty blue planet, or at least as far as Wander can tell when his eyes aren't watering too bad. He seems to be headed towards some kind of...alien beach town, but it's sort of hard to tell with it being night on this world. Yep, that's definitely a beach he's about to hit! And hey, that looks like a spaceship-wash-

...Once the sand settled and Wander realized he wasn't dead, there wasn't much for it but to brush off his fur, straighten his hat, and walk...Whoops, wobble to the nearest building and hope to find someone that could give him help or at least directions.

There are advantages to living alone, and without much in the way of a home. If you wanted to take as much time as you wanted closing up, there's no worry about anyone at home waiting for you. If, for example, you fell asleep in the chair of your office, it wouldn't be too uncomfortable in comparison to the creaky old mattress you keep in your van. Just a couple of purely hypothetical possibilities.

There's a much wider array of disadvantages. Like, for example, if you were woken up by the almighty din of some extraterrestrial debris slamming outside your lot, and you caught a bleary glimpse of something alien and furry staggering its way up, all your things might be locked away in your mobile home and inaccessible to help you.

Adrenaline is mingling with a very much recently-asleep brain right now while Greg lurks just behind the window sill. This thing looks way smaller than the average gem monster, but he heard all about Peridot's robonoids from Steven. There's no telling what it's capable of. Maybe it'll wander off somewhere else and he'll get a chance to call Steven and the Gems, but right now it's heading pretty steadily in his direction and he is NOT prepared for this.

Greg crouches, sweating and anxious, gripping a long squeegee in case of emergency.

A small amount of movement behind the window attracts Wander's attention. Oh, hey, someone's up! He well, wanders around to the front of the car wash and tries the door. Locked? Well, they must have just got up.

"Hello? Excuse me! I'm sorry to trouble you but I think I'm in a bit of a pickle!" At that point his wobbly knees give out, leaving him to prop himself up on the door handle. "OK, might be kind of a big pickle...Helloooo?"

When the door jiggles his grip on the makeshift weapon tightens, palms sweaty. Next there might be a blast of acid or a heat laser or just breaking through the door--

--Or a small, muffled little voice might plead through the glass. Greg had seen enough from Gem monsters to never rule any specific option out, but that had definitely been towards the bottom of his list expectations. Bewildered, Greg leans forward to get a better look at the creature outside the door just in time to see its legs giving up.

"Oh! Jeez!" He jumps upright, fumbling for his keys. Alien or no alien, he's not going to leave something hurt and asking for help hanging. Figuratively or literally. After a moment of jangling with the lock, he pushes the door open--swinging Wander along with it.

"Woop-!"

Wander keeps his fur as clean as a nomadic lifestyle will allow, and that means on a tile floor? When he's swung with the door, he sliiiiides in circles until the momentum runs out and he's sitting splayed in middle of the floor. He looks left. Then right. Then up and...

Hey, is that a squeegee? Well, that's service! He was all ready to go to work and at this time of night! How impressive!

"Well, I'll be darned! I wasn't expecting these kind of amenities this far out in the galaxy! I am right sorry to disappoint you, but I'm afraid I came in on foot! Or...should I say rock-back?"

"Uh? Oh... uh, this is..."

Looking out, Greg can still see the lightly smoking remains of entry. Seeing that, it's a miracle this little hairball didn't end up charbroiled.

"N-never mind this, are you okay, guy? That must've been one heck of a wallop, lemme see--"

He casts his squeegee aside and kneels over to check for injuries. Greg had to take in a lot of details very quickly. This guy is small, hairy, sapient, presumably male, and lacking any obvious precious stones Greg can see. Though, he very definitely came in via meteorite, as attested by the glassy crater...and, well, the guy's own admission. So: alien, but not Gem.

"Criminy. Where'd you come from?"

"Well, it's not the hardest I've ever come in on a landing! At least, I'm pretty sure..."

Gosh, this poor fellow is worried about him, isn't he? That's quite nice of him, but Wander didn't mean to make him so worked up in the middle of the night. So, to put Greg's mind at ease, he loops a furry arm around his shoulders and gestures out towards the sky.

"The name's Wander, friend! And I come from the great wide expanse of the universe! Me and my pal Sylvia are nomads, ya see? We travel across the stars looking for those in need of our help! I just happened to be passing through your galaxy when I got knocked out of the saddle by a passing meteorite and landing on your charming little planet here!"

CALL ME OUT

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