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Obsidian

The Crash

Obsidian feels Gabbro's gloved hand tighten around their own as, together, they leap to collapse the possibilities before them. As has been true for the past several hundred loops they anchor each other as everything they know and love is ripped away from them one last time.

The light of the exploding singularity is brighter than anything Obsidian has ever imagined. Breathtaking as a spark of hope when they thought everything was lost. Obsidian would know, they'd worn that feeling like a  second skin, loop, after loop, after loop. The feeling still holds them even as pure light, pure possibility, consumes them. Then, nothing.

Obsidian wakes up…

Waking up probably wasn't the correct term. 'Became conscious' was probably closer if they were listening to the ache of their bones and the distant screaming of their skin. Was that actual screaming they could hear through the ringing in their ears?

Gabbro would probably choose something poetic like 'was born'. What, with having jointly collapsed all the possibilities just moments, maybe eons, before? There was a reason Obsidian left the quantum mechanics and metaphysics to Gabbro. 

Whatever kind of waking up they were doing, it hurt a lot. As bad as the time their ship exploded when they crashed into Reibeck's campsite instead of landing. They hadn't ever woken up on Timber Hearth in this much pain though. They couldn't really talk to call out to Slate or anyone else. It was difficult just to breathe. 

What happened?

Suddenly a face enters their blurred field of vision. It's Hal, looking ashen with worry.

"Stars, Obsidian." They say weakly. 

Obsidian tries to tell their friend they are fine, they just need to rest a minute, but all they do is make a pained wheeze. 

"I-it's okay. J-just d-don't move." Hal reassures them. And it's funny, that Hal is trying to comfort them, when this really is just like another awful loop for them. It hurts, but they're fine.

"Gossan, I found Obsidian!" Hal cries over their shoulder. Before turning back to Obsidian. 

Obsidian tries to say something, but it's kind of hard to breathe while everything hurts so much.

Hal's hands hover uselessly over them, shaking from fear. "It's going to be okay." They say again. Like saying it again will make it true.

Obsidian knows it just depends. They've died from less and lived through much worse.

Suddenly, Gossan is there too. Four eyes creased with concern as they hover above them. Their hands don't hesitate to touch all the most painful spots.

Words like 'concussion', 'broken rib', 'bruised lung', and 'stop the bleeding' pour from their lips as they work to do just that. At least the lung explains why it hurts to breathe.

A call goes up from the-, is that flaming tower the launch pad? 

It's Marl. Their words make Obsidian's heart feel like it might stop more than the pain ever could. "I've got Gabbro. They're hurt bad."

"No." Obsidian manages to choke out, trying to move, to get up now. Their Time Buddy needs them they have to-

Gossan's admonishment to "Stay still Hatchling!" is drowned out by their own gurgling scream. Then, nothing.

Obsidian wakes up…

Waking up probably wasn't the correct term. 'Became conscious' was probably closer. Like the village says when a sick hatchling finally throws off the grip of a fever. Like they say when someone who hit their head finally blinks open all four eyes. Like endless possibilities finally being observed.

Their lips are parched. It still hurts to breathe. Everything hurts, even the light of a gently setting sun assaults their eyes like a supernova.

They're laying in a bed, in what looks kind of like Gneiss' cabin. Which would make sense seeing as they were apparently injured on Timber Hearth.

"Gabbro?" Obsidian asks the world at large. The last thing they remember was awful, flames, pain, and chaos. All the more confusing because they weren't supposed to ever remember anything again.

"Gabbro?" They call more insistently. They need their Time Buddy. They need to bonk their helmets together and figure out what's happening and what they can do about it. 

"Gabbro!" Obsidian demands because, 'Oh Stars, they aren't responding'. Gabbro is always there after an incident. Always.

They take in another breath as best they can ready to scream until Gabbro responds.

"Hatchling, hush." Gneiss' voice says from the doorway.  "You'll wake your fellow Traveler, who needs to sleep just as badly as you do."

"What happened?" Obsidian asks, mind desperately trying to make sense of the fact that they can ask that. Seriously, why aren’t they and everyone else, very, very dead? Why did Gabbro need to sleep, when they should also be dead?

Was the Eye of the Universe just a wild hallucination? It had felt real enough at the time. Did Obsidian dream the entire several year loop? That would be one geyser of a dream. Were they somehow still stuck in the loop, despite turning it off before the supernova?

But that didn’t make sense either, because they came too following an explosion, which had never happened before! And Gabbro had been there, which wasn’t possible because the loop started at the same time for everyone and Gabbro was on Giant's Deep.

Gneiss makes a low sound of unhappiness in their throat. “You sure you don’t want to rest now and worry about who did what later, Hatchling?”

“Please.” Obsidian says starting to get scared. “I don’t know what’s going on.”

Gneiss frowns at that. All four eyes narrowing tightly. “What’s the last thing you remember, Hatchling?”

“I-” How do they answer that without sounding insane, regardless of what’s going on? “After the explosion, but I don’t know how it happened.”

Gneiss’ eyes somehow narrow even further, reminding Obsidian of the time they and Hal were caught using Chert’s telescope to cheat at hide and seek with the other hatchlings. 

“What do you remember before the explosion?” Gneiss continues prodding, trying to catch Obsidian out in a lie they hadn’t even spoken yet. 

“Waking up for my Launch Day?” They know they  sound like a guilty Hatchling, but they don’t know how else to answer. Gabbro would be laughing at them. 

“That far back!” Gneiss exclaims. Quickly looking around superstitiously as if someone might hear. “By the Stars, that was a month ago now, Hatchling.” 

The Sun didn’t have a month left to live on Obsidian's Launch Day. It didn’t even have all of their Launch Day. Something weird was clearly going on here. They needed to try to not let on unless they wanted to be grounded indefinitely for medical reasons.

Well, further medical reasons. Obsidian thinks sardonically as the pain in their side throbs insistently. Had Gossan said something about a broken rib? It sure felt like it.

“Since I clearly don’t remember, can you tell me how the explosion happened?”  Obsidian presses. 

“I wasn’t there.” Gneiss says shortly.

“Like you aren’t the first person everyone tells when anything is going on.” Obsidian counters. Even with the weirdness going on that has to be true. Gneiss was involved in everything around the village. 

Gneiss sighs. “To hear Slate tell it, you had just landed and were exiting your ship when Gabbro somehow dropped out of the sky like a Scout from The Attlerock and landed their ship directly on top of yours. We won’t know why it happened until Gabbro wakes up for longer than a few minutes, but Gossan thinks it was a mechanical malfunction. Something about the autopilot?”

Of course it was the autopilot. Even in a should be dead universe, Slate's autopilot desperately wanted to kill Obsidian. Why not?

Gneiss shakes their head. “Anyway, the ships both exploded, knocking you from the landing pad and lighting Gabbro’s ship and suit on fire. You managed to fracture a rib and your leg, as well as get a bruised lung. You’re lucky it didn’t get punctured! You also had several nasty cuts Marl and I had to stitch up. You’ll both heal, but it’s going to be a long road to getting back to space. Especially with that memory loss, Hatchling.”

Gneiss shakes their head again before asking, “Why are you so worried about Gabbro anyway? Haven’t you been fighting for one reason or another your whole lives?”

“Doesn’t mean I want something bad to happen to them.” Obsidian replies even as they tuck that piece of knowledge away. 

Something weird was definitely happening. Obsidian and Gabbro had never had any problems. They didn’t exactly hang out before the time loop, but they had both been in training to become Travelers  and always worked well together then.

“You always were a sweet one.” Gneiss says getting up to get a glass of water that was sitting on the chest by the door. They also grab their ever present banjo. “Now drink this and then I’ll play for you while you try to get some rest.”

The water has medicine in it of course, to help Obsidian sleep despite the pain. One moment Gneiss was playing a lullaby they usually play for fussy hatchlings. Then, nothing.

Obsidian wakes up sometime later to the sound of a flute being played slow and steady by their bed. The player preferred coaxing lower notes out of their instrument instead of the high pitched trills other players in the village preferred. 

This time they truly think they are waking up, like that first morning of their Launch Day so many loops ago. 

Obsidian can’t help but sigh in the comfort their friends' presence brings. Though they still have no idea what’s happening. At least Gabbro is finally here. At least, Obsidian thinks they are. 

“Gabbro?” Obsidian whispers as they turn to look at their Time Buddy. What if Gabbro won’t remember everything. What if they believe Gneiss’ story that they aren’t friends. They can’t bear to lose Gabbro like they lost Hal during the loops. 

“Time Buddy?” Gabbro whispers back. The worry Obsidian feels is matched in Gabbro's tone. 

“Yeah?” Obsidian asks. Wishing there was some way to confirm that Gabbro meant the nickname in the way that Obsidian felt it. 

“Do you remember the forest full of supernovae?” Gabbro asks carefully, and Obsidian nearly sobs with relief. They remember. They know. As long as Gabbro is Gabbro they can figure out anything else. They apparently survived the end of the universe together, what else could possibly stop them. 

“And the taste of the last marshmallow.” Obsidian agrees. Never thinking they’d feel at ease recalling the end of everything they know and love. Though apparently everything is, in a way, still here. Just not quite the way it’s supposed to be.

“I was a bit busy playing to get one of those, Time Buddy.” Gabbro teases. “Gotta make sure Gneiss gives you an instrument this time around so you can help too.”

“Maybe I'll play the marshmallows.” Obsidian teases back, falling into their familiar banter easily. "Tasty, tasty marshmallows."

Gabbro gasps in mock outrage, "That's not an instrument you Geyser Jumper!"

"Hey! Don't call me an idiot when you're the one who actually tried it!" Obsidian tries to match their outrage, even though choking back the laughter hurts their bruised lungs.

Gabbro opens their mouth to make a snappy and assuredly hilarious retort when, suddenly they aren't alone anymore.

"What is going on here?" Gossan's question smashes their playful mood like a meteor from Hollow's Lantern crashing into Brittle Hollow's crust. Gneiss is right behind Gossan, arms crossed across their chest.

"What?" They both ask, confused by the flight coach's severe tone. 

"Gabbro, you promised you wouldn't let this interaction devolve into an argument." Gossan says sternly. "Neither of you are fit to be arguing right now."

"We aren't!" Obsidian protests, but neither Gossan nor Gneiss believe them. 

"Gabbro, let's get you back to bed." Gossan's expression is one Obsidian has only seen during jetpack training. When certain hatchlings were being dangerously risky in the name of fun.

"Gossan…" Gabbro protests but Gossan won't hear it. 

"Come on Traveler. That leg burn isn't going to treat itself. And I want to evaluate your concussion again. I’m worried about the memory loss you seem to be suffering." As the flight coach speaks they pull Gabbro from the chair and help them limp towards the door.

Gneiss sighs and makes their way towards Obsidian's bed. "Why you two can't just make up, I'll never understand." 

"We weren't fighting." Obsidian states, feeling like the hatchling everyone but Gabbro insists on pretending they are. 

Gneiss smiles. "You don't have to lie, Obsidian. Now let's get you sat up and I will bring you some soup to eat. You also have a visitor if you're up for it?"

The only visitor Obsidian wants was essentially dragged out by their ear like a misbehaving hatchling. Still if someone cares enough to visit it'd be rude to deny them. 

"Okay." They say trying not to sound withdrawn as they sit up on their own. They've run around entire planets just as hurt.

Obsidian is trying to be understanding. It's not Gneiss' fault Gneiss has gone from a stagnant impression of themselves to a virtual stranger. 

Once Obsidian is settled Gneiss pats Obsidian's knee reassuringly and says, "I'll go get Hal, Hatchling. Stay out of trouble."

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Gabbro

An Unexpected Friend

Gabbro tries not to be annoyed with Gossan as they painstakingly put Porphy's burn cream on their burns and re-wrapped them. It hurt and Gabbro wanted to ask for something for the pain. But that would make their head nicely fuzzy and Gabbro needed to be alert enough to think.

Not only about the Gossan situation, but everything. It wasn’t Gossan’s fault that this universe's Gabbro had apparently decided to take a great dislike to this universe's Obsidian. It just made it very inconvenient to actually talk to their Time Buddy about what they think might be going on. 

Gabbro needs to talk to Obsidian. Their Time Buddy is probably really freaked out right now. Their friend is brave, tenacious, and a brilliant problem solver. But there’s a reason Gabbro is the deep thinker of their little time duo. Face Obsidian with a complex problem that cannot be fixed or solved and Timber Hearth’s second extraordinary pilot turns into a living wreck. 

It’s why Gabbro spent over a hundred loops sitting in their hammock after they had agreed to travel with Obsidian. Not right after of course, Gabbro might have joined Obsidian's insanity if it was right after. And hadn't that been a whole thing in itself, realizing Obsidian's pain from the loops as they both lay dying. 

Still, despite all they'd been through, Gabbro couldn’t participate in suicide mission after suicide mission as Obsidian hurled themselves towards the Sun Station manually. Futilely hoping there was more information to find outside the station, or earlier in the loop, or something. 

Obsidian didn’t come back to Giant’s Deep admitting defeat until they could land perfectly on the Sun Station every single time. Gabbro still remembers their heart breaking as their Time Buddy sobbed in their arms at the realization there was absolutely nothing anyone could do to stop the end of their universe.

It had all been because Gabbro’s Time Buddy had a hard time accepting that sometimes problems could be considered but not solved. Sometimes, they didn’t need to be. It wasn't always a bad thing. Sometimes it was even beautiful, like the Quantum Grove, or a supernovae filled forest.

The theoretical multiverse was a complex unsolvable problem if ever Gabbro had seen one. With the heat death of the universe and living in a solar system full of quantum objects due to its proximity to The Eye as comparison points, Gabbro was very familiar with complex unsolvable problems. 

Gabbro needed to hold up their side of the friendship and help Obsidian think through the effects of being randomly injected into a universe that was parallel to, but not the same as their own. From there they could bonk their helmets together and make a plan. 

But to do that everyone had to trust Gabbro to talk to Obsidian for five minutes without trying to argue with them. Gabbro had been trying to do that. They'd gotten so close, but hadn't anticipated being checked up on.

Gossan breaks Gabbro's spiraling thoughts. "Okay. That's all the rebandaging done. I'm sure your mentor will come by later. Once we get them to stop being cranky over the auto pilot."

"What?" Gabbro asks, confused. What under the shining Stars was a mentor? Wasn't that a Nomai thing?

"You think Slate wouldn't be concerned if something in their ship tried to harm their trainee?"

"I thought that the ships could do no wrong?" Gabbro manages to say without sounding too bewildered. It's a parallel universe, some things they won't understand. It's okay. Gabbro just has to act like they understand.

Gossan snorts in amusement. "Just accept that Slate's worried sick, and try to reassure them that you're on the mend when they come by later. Okay?"

"Okay." Gabbro agrees. Still unsure as to what they are agreeing to.

Gossan smiles and heads to the doorway. "I'm going to check on our other patient. Let me or Gneiss know if you need anything."

With that odd note Gossan leaves Gabbro with their thoughts.  Sighing, Gabbro leans back against their pillows. Their poor concussed head was pounding from all the circles they were thinking in. Their burned skin ached with heat that was no longer there. It was funny, to have died so many times to flames to now have to live through it. Only Obsidian would appreciate the irony. 

Maybe Gabbro also needed to talk to Obsidian because their tendency towards action gave Gabbro room to sit and think. If someone else was doing something Gabbro could take a moment to meditate on the whys and wherefores. Why had they ended up in another arm of the multiverse? How were they not dead? Where had their counterpoint’s consciousness gone? 

“Gabbro?” Chert’s voice asks from far closer than Gabbro should have let them get. They weren’t used to company who’s arrival wasn’t signaled by the crunch of space boots on wet sand or the crackle of a radio. The only reason they don’t visibly startle at Chert’s sudden appearance is that doing so would jar their injuries. 

“Hi, Chert.” Gabbro says tiredly. It’s funny in a way that really isn’t. If there is anyone The Village should be worried about Gabbro getting into an argument with it is Chert. Old hurt from being compared constantly in training building upon the sting of poorly spoken words about each other's specific brand of science and philosophy tended to tear friendships apart. But apparently that didn’t happen in this reality. Chert probably had Hornfels to be proud of them, and Gabbro apparently had Slate taking the time to understand. At least, that is what Gabbro has gathered from their bewildering conversation with Gossan.

"How are you?" Chert asks, making themselves comfortable at the foot of Gabbro's bed. "Gneiss said you and Obsidian had an argument again."

Gabbro just shrugs. Experience has shown that denying that there was an argument was pointless.

“That bad, huh?” Chert asks, as understanding as they are with Reibeck when they are overly nervous about a new aspect of space travel. 

Gabbro just looks away. It’s weird, Chert wanting to have a heart to heart. They don’t do that. They rub each other the wrong way, needling and competing until someone gets their feelings hurt. Then not talking for weeks until they do it all over again. 

Chert whistles as if Gabbro’s non-response was answer enough. Perhaps it would be if Gabbro was the Gabbro Chert thought they were talking too. “So what did Obsidian do this time?” Chert prods. “I know no one believes you but I’ve seen the way Obsidian tests you until you snap.”

Maybe in a world without time loops that would have been true. Obsidian’s need to be doing something drove Gabbro a little crazy early on. But, they’d been the only one’s in the whole loop who could understand what the other was going through. The time loop drove them together till they figured out a way to work harmoniously as a campfire song at the end of the universe. 

Gabbro is so busy pondering Chert’s insight into what might have been Gabbro and Obsidian’s relationship in this life that they almost miss the next question. “So what was it this time?”

“We weren’t arguing.” Gabbro says because it’s true and they don't want to lie, even if no one will believe them. “I wish everyone would stop thinking we were. It was just a joke.” 

Chert scoffs skeptically, and hadn't Gabbro been on the losing end of that sound a thousand times. "You two don't joke."

"Maybe dying together made us realize we could. Could joke together, I mean." If Gabbro can just convince someone that the relationship is on the mend, maybe they'll be allowed to talk to Obsidian alone.

Why was Chert looking at them like that? It's the only difference Gabbro can think of in their, admittedly insufficient understanding of this universe.

"What do you mean by dying together?" Chert demands, clearly very upset by Gabbro's relaxed attitude towards death. 

Oh right, Chert hasn't died several hundred times and remembered it. That's probably not something that they will find funny. It’s not really a joke that is fair for Gabbro to make. 

"Well I mean with the crash and all. Puts things into perspective, doesn't it?" Gabbro says, trying their hardest to sound like their usual nonchalant self. Just breathe through the social blunder, it's just like meditation.

Heh, that was a good one. They'll have to tell Obsidian. 

"If you say so." Chert shrugs, but they can't hide the skeptical wrinkling of their nose. So, it's still a no go on convincing people Gabbro has had a change of heart then. 

"But enough about Obsidian. How are you feeling? Gneiss says it's a wonder you survived."

"Yeah, I've been thinking that myself." Gabbro agrees thoughtfully. 

Chert grins at the easy statement because they are friends and it's good to see an injured friend in good spirits. Ugh. The multiverse is so confusing. 

Gabbro misses their little bubble of time, and isn't that a strange thought to miss a traumatizing time loop. But they got used to missing home while at home a long time ago.

"So, what do you want to do when Gneiss clears you for light duty?" Chert asks. "I heard Spinel is looking for a fishing partner or I have a few star charts to look at if you want to work on the suits more."

"Fishing sounds fine." Gabbro confirms. They wouldn't know where to start with suits.

The afternoon passes quietly. Gabbro finds they get on well with Chert when they aren't trying to match them. 

Gabbro also gets quite a bit of information out of Chert. Apparently Outer Wilds Ventures had been getting together for their formal monthly meeting when the crash happened. It's why the crash happened at all. Everyone was trying to find a space to land so they could get on with it. 

These meetings didn't exist in Gabbro's old universe. Meetups just happened but apparently this Hornfels wanted something a bit more organized. They’d had to delay it until Gneiss and Gossan decided Gabbro and Obsidian were fit for light duty.

"It's going to be weeks before anyone can fly again! I know they're your mentor, but couldn't Slate be a bit more careful when designing new technology?" Chert declares before launching into a complaint about Slate's faulty auto pilot making them walk into the Village Crater since they couldn't land on the landing pad, Iike normal. On top of trying to kill Gabbro of course. 

Gabbro would have liked the walk, but they are equally sure it would be very frustrating for Chert. A burned down landing pad was the definition of disorderly, and Chert loved order, in any universe.

"Do you want to play some music?" Chert offers after they run out of things to discuss. Though, Gabbro has a million more questions. All of which would get them grounded indefinitely for medical reasons.

Chert nudges the drums sitting innocently by them for emphasis. "It'd be nice to practice for the campfire, wouldn't it?"

It would, and practice will help Gabbro learn their part in whatever song these Traveler's play in this universe. There's no way it's the same. There's far too many variables in music. "You know I'm always up for a jam session." 

Chert gives them a very familiar look. One that says they think Gabbro is more than a little odd. It's weird for it to be meant in a friendly way.

Gabbro ignores it, having found that is the strategy that gets the best response with this Chert and grabs their flute. They hold it to their lips and pause, Chert will set the tempo when they are ready.

The beat Chert sets is as familiar as Gabbro's own heartbeat. What else can Gabbro call it, when they've played their part in it daily for years. When playing it was supposed to be the last thing anyone ever did.

Not crying is a losing battle as they play their long, low, gentle counterpoint to Reibek's banjo and Esker's whistling. The last time they played this was with the others as the universe ended. 

"Gabbro?" Chert asks when they happen to look up and realize tears are streaming silently down Gabbro's face. 

Gabbro shakes their head, unable to speak about it. Chert could never understand. The only person who possibly could understand is in another room of the cabin. Kept far away from Gabbro for both their supposed good. Gabbro wonders if hearing the Traveler’s Song made Obsidian cry too. 

They used to fly out into open space and wait for the song to align. Just as something to do that wasn't harrowing or deadly before death came for them anyways. Sometimes the song would make them both cry then too.

Chert obliges and Gabbro plays until they get themselves back under control. Until the song realigns something that has been bent in their soul since the crash. Like a broken body snapping back to normal as their consciousness flys back exactly 22 hours.

They play till Gneiss arrives with dinner and compliments them both for the well worn song. Then the instruments are tucked away and Chert leaves for the night. Finally Gabbro is given space to simply breathe. 

Gabbro meditates as their dinner grows cold beside them. It’s not food they need, but focus. Slow deep breaths leave them grounded in the middle of the storm of their mind. Like on their favorite planet a thought occasionally tries to break the calm like a cyclone throwing their body into space. Gabbro simply floats with the thought until it’s back to silent bliss.

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Obsidian

The Campfire

Obsidian sits around the fire listening to the other Travelers interact. Outer Wilds Ventures is finally getting on with their monthly post meeting campout. It had only taken a few weeks for Obsidian and Gabbro to be deemed fit for light duty.

The radio tower that controls The Deep Space Satellite towers over them silently.  The nearby copse of trees makes Obsidian think of a different forest all together. 

The scene fills Obsidian with longing for something they don't think they will ever get back. Maybe Obsidian really is going crazy, how could they long for something that is impossibly right here.

Because everyone is truly here along with Obsidian and Gabbro. Reibeck flew in from Brittle Hollow. They are much more confident in their abilities as a pilot than, well, before. Mandatory monthly flights will do that to a person.

Chert is here too, and has been hoarding all of Gabbro’s time. That's been true for weeks though, why should the campfire be any different? Apparently Obsidian shouldn't even want to talk to Gabbro, according to everyone else.

Hornfels, Slate and Gossan are presiding over it all. With Esker acting as the bridge between what Obsidian thinks of as Ground Control and the Travelers. 

Even Hal is here as part of the Ground Control team. Though weirdly they're allowed to spend short stints in space, as long as they are accompanied by an astronaut. They just have not been yet.

Obsidian lets the chatter wash over them and tries to breathe through their discomfort. Normally they would crave being right in the thick of the conversation, but not tonight. Despite the group's infectious joy at simply being together Obsidian is feeling somber.

It'd been weeks since the end of the Universe. Yet they were still here. It'd been weeks since the crash  and Obsidian was only allowed to talk to Gabbro with an audience. Obsidian missed Gabbro more than anything.

Obsidian has become more withdrawn, the longer they've been kept away from their Time Buddy. A correct state of being according to the others, withdrawn and sweet . Everything is wrong and Obsidian doesn't really see why they have to participate in this charade of reality.

Tonight was a good example. Yes, there is a campfire bringing a good mood to the group, but it doesn’t feel like the right campfire. The feeling is the same but the stories are all slightly different. The inexplicable feeling of difference makes the familiar difficult to enjoy. That's true with pretty much everything now. 

So, instead of being in the thick of it, Obsidian simply sits back and observes. Maybe if they wait everyone else out, there will be a chance to ask Gabbro what is going on. 

Esker and Slate talk ships with a struggling Gabbro while Hornfels and Chert discuss the stars. Next to Obsidian, Reibeck and Hal talk about the Nomai with Gossan playing captivated audience.

Obsidian would normally be in the thick of this last group. Swapping stories and theories about who the Nomai were and why they died? 

What was the point of debating it though? Obsidian knew all the answers now. There wasn't any huge thing left to discover. There were only a handful of things they could try to make right. But no one would believe them if they talked about what they knew. Obsidian doesn't need to be on the wrong end of anymore concerned looks.

"What do you think of the Nomai's fur was like, Obsidian?" Reibeck asks. Kindly inviting the newest Traveler into the conversation. 

"It was soft and warm. Fluffy like the tips of fuzzreeds, but thicker. You just kind of want to bury yourself in a hug." Obsidian replies remembering the memory of a Nomai hug that never happened.

It had been a slightly awkward conversation with Solanum using a Stranger's Vision Stick that had revealed that fact. She'd been amused by Obsidian's interest in her fur and shared a memory of hugging her mother.

Gabbro spent loops laughing at them for how deeply it had made Obsidian blush. Solanum had chosen to share it, but it still felt like maybe they'd overstepped. And they'd really enjoyed the memory of warmth, like Hearthians playing music around a fire. 

"What do you mean?" Hal says intrigued by this new theory. That's what it was after all, in their eyes, just a theory.

"I mean you've seen the statue same as me." Obsidian back tracks, trying not to let their scales turn purple with blush. "It just looks soft and warm."

They could already feel Gabbro smirking at them from across the fire. Perhaps their Time Buddy should concentrate on making an excuse to talk to Obsidian alone instead of mocking them.

"That is certainly an interesting interpretation." Gossan says after a moment. Brushing over the confused silence their supposed apprentice has caused. Gossan has been doing that a lot for them. 

After another deeply concerned look from Gossan, the debate continues over Obsidian's truth with Reibeck theorizing that fur was rough and thick like the stalks of fuzzreeds. There of course is little evidence to support that theory.

The conversation washes over Obsidian. It's not like anyone but Gabbro would believe them. That's been true for a long time. It was supposed to stop with the last campfire, but somehow it didn't.

Obsidian tries not to think about the last time they sat around a fire with their friends. If they do they’ll fall apart and no one would even let Gabbro try to help them piece themselves back together again. Now is not the time to have a breakdown simply because they don’t understand what in the universe is going on. 

Gabbro probably has an idea. They're not just being relaxed. They are relaxed, like they have their bearings in this storm. Which is why Obsidian needs to talk to Gabbro, alone. But there wasn't any way to get it without concerning everyone.  

Like with Gossan just now, the concerned looks Obsidian and Gabbro both are receiving from their friends and colleagues become more and more noticeable as the night wears on. Or, more aptly, as the sapwine passes hands.

Which is just another oddity. Sap wine suddenly doesn't taste terrible. Obsidian still hates it on principle, but not pretending to like it gets more weird looks.

Everyone’s caught on that something is wrong with both Obsidian and Gabbro. Obsidian gets asked about it repeatedly. Especially by Hal who has taken on the role of personal caretaker and worrywart. It’s a bit much all told. Obsidian has taken care of themselves through much worse than a little crash.

But, what can they do besides take it? Their protests that they are fine fall on deaf ears. Hal keeps asking, but Obsidian can't answer. They had tried telling them about the loops when they were happening, and it never went well. Now wouldn't be any different. They honestly don't even know what they'd say, that the universe faked its own death? 

No one else is willing to believe it's everyone else who is wrong. When for the hundredth  time Obsidian told Gneiss that the symptoms of concussion really have faded and maybe some of their memory is just gone, they only received a disapproving tut.

Gossan keeps wanting them to get better before they start flight practice. And Slate won't let Gabbro help with the ships until their memory is more reliable, though they weirdly really want Gabbro's help. 

It's just so frustrating. From what Obsidian can tell they are both fine!

At this rate they were going to have to re-do the entirety of training again. Obsidian wasn’t entirely sure they would pass the psychiatric evaluation this time around. Not after everything they'd been through.

The Sap Wine bottle comes to them again and Obsidian only pretends to drink. Obsidian still hates the stuff even if it doesn't taste like rotten bramble berries anymore. 

Besides, Gabbro started sending them significant looks after the Nomai fur discussion. Obsidian would bet their old ship log that Gabbro is going to try something tonight. Hopefully something that gives them ten minutes to talk, alone.

It’s best to be sober. Shenanigans with Gabbro aren’t for the inebriated. It only took about ten or so deaths during the loops to figure that out. Even if Gabbro always insists that its shenanigans with Obsidian that aren't for the inebriated. 

It was obvious tonight would be one of those nights, especially with the look they got when Gabbro was telling Hornfels that they hoped to get off the planet soon.  It’s almost certain that by soon Gabbro means tonight. 

Obsidian just hopes the plan isn’t to steal a spaceship. They’re going to get in so much trouble if they steal a ship before they’re cleared for duty. They might never fly again!

Obsidian’s spiraling thoughts of doom are interrupted by Hal who is still worrying. It's weird to have their friend back when they aren't the person Hal thinks they are. It's unclear if thats due to how drastically the loops changed Obsidian or the following weirdness.

“‘Sidian? Are you awake over there?” Hal asks, tone teasing. “You haven’t had too much sap wine already have you? You’re getting quiet.”

Obsidian was quiet because they didn’t have anything to say to this group of strangers. Even Hal who once knew them better than they knew themselves. Still, saying so might cause a scene. If Gabbro was planning to get off this rock, everyone needed to remain at ease. 

“Haven’t drank too much.” Obsidian protests, intentionally slurring the words. The founders are paying attention now and they believe the act.

Esker is the first to break the slightly awkward silence with a laugh. “If the Hatchling is going to pass out on us soon, we might as well get to the fun part of the night.” 

Next to them Hal cheers excitedly. As if that was some sort of cue the other travelers all grab their instruments. Even though Gabbro seems a bit hesitant about it. Which is odd, Gabbro wasn’t hesitant when they were playing by Obsidian’s bed that first day. Though they had been playing a different tune.

Obsidian has been dreading the Campfire song. How were they supposed to sit here and listen without showing how it makes them feel? The Travelers Song feels like the melody of everything they’ve been forced to give up. It’s the best kind of pain and it seems impossible to not let it show. 

Just listening to Gabbro and Chert play had left Obsidian a sobbing mess weeks ago, much to Hal’s alarm. Still there was nothing to do but sit and listen. And try not to fall apart at the seams.

At least their mandolin had been destroyed in the explosion, and Gneiss didn’t have a spare. They wouldn’t have to participate. 

Obsidian hadn’t actually gotten an instrument when they launched. But everyone swore up and down that they were getting better with the mandolin and not to be shy once they had a new one. 

Reibeck starts playing and Obsidian does their best to not listen. Hal, of course, notices that something is off and nudges their arm. “Must be weird not playing. Do you want a marshmallow?”

Obsidian shakes their head and looks away, pretending to listen while they breathe just like Gabbro taught them. They’re probably being rude but Obsidian can’t roast a marshmallow again while everyone plays. It’d feel too much like the last time. 

“Suit yourself.” Hal says with a false tone of indifference, while putting their marshmallow on the stick and holding it over the fire. As Hal roasts their marshmallow and the others play Obsidian just breathes. They barely notice the way Gabbro is watching them with concern, but that’s fine. They probably need something to concentrate on other than the music too.

The music quiets when Hal starts yawning, slumped against Obsidian's rigid shoulder like they were hatchlings all over again. It stops all together when Hal and Hornfels both begin snoring loudly.

"Well that's not part of the melody." Esker teases the group at large. 

"Makes a nice base line though." Gabbro says casually. Making no move to help Obsidian unpin themselves from Hal's weight. Gossan at least is nice. They set down their guitar and stand up to help Obsidian.

"Come on Hatchling, let's get Hal to their sleeping sack." Gossan says taking the majority of Hal's weight off them.

While Gossan helps Obsidian with a very uncooperative Hal, Esker and Reibeck bundle Hornfels off to bed. Then everyone returns to the fire. The mood is much more relaxed now. Gabbro and Obsidian are no longer the outliers in being kinda quiet. Slowly the members of Outer Wilds Ventures lay down to sleep.

Obsidian pretends to go to bed not long after Gossan. Gabbro will get them when it is time.

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Gabbro

Runaway

It's been about an hour since everyone went to bed. Gabbro lets the sound of sleeping Hearthians wash over them like waves on a beach. In a moment they will get up, grab Obsidian, and run. They're sure the troublemaker can find some way to get a moment of privacy.

Gabbro rolls over to find Obsidian lying on their side staring at them. Their fingers drum impatiently on the ground. It looks like Gabbro's Time Buddy gave up all pretenses of sleeping a while ago. 

All it takes is eye contact to get them both up and moving silently to the edge of the campsite. Maybe sneaking through the Stranger's grimly elegant dream world was finally paying off for something. They manage to exit the campsite without waking anyone.

Once they're out of the circle of sleepers they come together. Obsidian raises an eyebrow at Gabbro, expression full of questions. Even in Obsidian's silence Gabbro can almost hear them say, "What's the plan, 'Gabs?"

“Let’s get out of here." Gabbro whispers, gesturing for Obsidian to lead on. Obsidian smiles cockily and stalks to the storage shed attached to the radio tower. Gabbro admires how quickly Obsidian can make a goal a plan. Going to another planet would definitely qualify as getting away. Grabbing their spare space suits was only the next logical step.

It's locked, of course. Very few things on Timber Hearth were. But it was dangerous if the hatchlings got into unattended space equipment. 

Gabbro has to stop their Time Buddy before they break the whole door down with a kick. They smirk as Obsidian blushes with embarrassment. Of course they'd forgotten the noise would probably wake the others. It wouldn’t be surprising if they'd forgotten the others entirely.

Grabbing some spare bits of wire out of their pockets Gabbro kneels in front of the door. Being apprenticed to Slate has led to Gabbro carrying more junk in their pockets than they used too. It's a simple matter of putting both bits in the lock and holding the one piece down while rummaging around for the- click. 

The lock pops open and Gabbro grins with triumph. Obsidian, the cretin, doesn't even acknowledge their genius. Just pulls the lock out of the latch and pushes open the door. 

Together they grab their spare suits quickly. It's hard to put them on silently, but it would be even harder to carry them without dropping anything, loudly. 

Trying to stay silent only slows Obsidian down a little though. Tossing on a suit as fast as possible for years really lets muscle memory set in. Soon enough they are both dressed for space and sneaking away. 

Once out of earshot they run as best they can with healing limbs, giggling like hatchlings at the joy of finding freedom from care takers. The remains of Gabbro's burns pull a little with the movement. But it barely registers on the old pain scale. What’s a burn to being incinerated daily? So they just keep running for the joy of it.

It becomes clear soon enough that Obsidian’s plan is to get off the planet using the warp pads. When the pair are out of sight they use tiny amounts of fuel to boost their running. Before Gabbro knows it they've chased Obsidian all the way to the Nomai Ruins. 

"Quick! Quick! It's coming!" Obsidian cries and Gabbro's heart beats stronger with the joy in their Time Buddy's voice. They both needed this.

But there's no time to revel in the moment. Obsidian is right. Ash Twin is almost in alignment with the warp pad, if they want a clean escape they have to move, now.  They boost themselves over the low wall of the warp pad and stand in the middle. Gabbro is grinning wildly, but it’s okay because Obsidian is wearing the same expression.

A second later there's the uncomfortable feeling of being pulled through a very thin space while being turned inside out and then they’re standing on Ash Twin. 

“You did it!” Gabbro says proudly. They knew Obsidian would come through easily, but it was still exciting. 

Obsidian shakes their head, already pulling Gabbro along by the hand. “We’re not to Giant’s Deep yet! We’ve still got a warp pad to- Oh Stars.” 

The next thing Gabbro knows they’re being shoved back into the tower for Timber Hearth while the pillar of sand flowing to Ember Twin draws near. Except the sand wasn’t moving to Ember Twin, was it? It was falling down, off the bridge and covering the exposed protective shell of the Ash Twin project. 

They stand in a moment of shock at how close they’d come to being killed in a new way. The sand had nearly crushed them on Ash Twin.

“Are we going?” Obsidian asks, checking that near death hasn't shocked Gabbro out of wanting to forge on as soon as the sand pillar leaves.

Obsidian is still sharply focused on the task at hand and Gabbro needs to join them. They do want to return to Giant’s Deep after all. Leave it to Obsidian to figure out exactly what Gabbro wants to do without  Gabbro saying a thing.

“We’re going.” Gabbro confirms. 

That’s the only cue Obsidian needs. They pull Gabbro along like an excited hatchling and into the tower for Giant’s Deep. 

“It will be a few minutes before Ash Twin will align.” Obsidian warns as they wait on the warp pad. 

“That’s okay.” Gabbro says. “I’m just relieved to get away for a bit.”

“It’s been a bit much.” Obsidian agrees. Then, hesitantly adds, “And- I don’t really understand what’s going on. I was hoping you had an idea.”

“Well-” Gabbro’s answer is cut off by the twisty pully feeling of warp travel. The next moment they are standing on the warp pad  for Statue Island. The cyclones are howling a lot closer than is ideal. 

“Let’s go talk in the workshop.” Obsidian says once again pulling Gabbro after them. “I like that shelter better and we’ll have cover from the rain.”

Gabbro can only agree, so they don't argue when Obsidian dives off the cliff and into the water. They simply follow, careful not to get their helmets barometer and antenna caught in the roots growing from the bottom of the island.

That small delay means that Obsidian is already waiting when Gabbro pulls themselves onto the workshop's beach. Gabbro's waterlogged suit is made even heavier by the increased Gravity of Giant's Deep. Obsidian's expression is brittle, like one good hit will break them apart.

Gabbro thought they saw cracks on Ash Twin. They just didn't realize Obsidian was so ready to fall to pieces. Sometimes breaking is inevitable, but that doesn't mean it can't be done safely. Just because Obsidian appears to be at the end of their rope doesn't mean Gabbro won't catch them when they fall. 

Gabbro didn't quite expect the final twig to be a simple "Hey there Time Buddy, we made it!"

Luckily, Gabbro hadn't spoken before they'd trudged their way up to the cyclone shelter. So it's not really a problem when their arms are suddenly full of sobbing Hearthian. Just a bit alarming, really. 

"Hey what's this?" Gabbro asks because thinking they know what's wrong is not the same as knowing. They rub circles low on Obsidian's back.

"It's too much Gabbro!" Obsidian sobs, clutching Gabbro's suit in their three finger fists like it's the only thing keeping them steady. "I- We died! We finally ended the time loop! And everything else died too, which was awful. But it also made something new, which was beautiful. But we died one last time, j- just to wake up again. But now we've gone through a time warp because it's almost two months after my Launch Day and everyone is acting weird!"

Gabbro makes a soothing I hear you sort of noise so that Obsidian will get it all out to sort through.

"Hal c-an travel now. C-chert thinks you all are best friends since a-always. We suppos-edly hate each other, when I could never h-hate you. Reibeck is only a little terrified of space!" They laugh a little at that, like that's the most unimaginable change in a parallel universe. "T-the old joke about founders claiming hatchlings seems to suddenly just be normal. I-if Gossan and Slate's be-behavior towards us is any in-dicator! The v-venture's supposed to be a community thing, Gabbro. Its- we're- we're a community and I d-don't know where we fit! I-, it's even worse than the loops, at least I knew my part then!"

Obsidian's sobs grow heavier, and Gabbro finds that they're crying too. Obsidian's words have brought all of Gabbro's own grief to the surface like a flood of storm water. They miss home. Have missed home for what equates to years of the same day repeating itself. And this Timber Hearth is so stars collapsing close to being right that it hurts all the more that it isn't. 

It's not the first time Gabbro and Obsidian have held each other and sobbed out their grief on Giant's Deep. A distant part of Gabbro thinks it won't be the last either. It feels a little like neither of them are ever going to stop, but just as storm waters flow they also eventually return to their banks. After a time Gabbro is able to simply breathe. In their arms Obsidian breathes with them.

Gabbro isn't really sure who started the meditation pattern. It doesn't actually matter. What does matter is they've both calmed enough to be able to talk. At least, Gabbro had.

"You okay there, Buddy?" Gabbro asks just to be sure.

"No." Obsidian says pragmatically. "But I think I'm ready to hear your thoughts on what under the stars is happening."

This was going to infuriate Obsidian.

"Okay, so you remember that one campfire I told you about where Hornfels drunkenly started lecturing everyone on how, theoretically, there could be any number of universes?" Gabbro asks, enjoying the slowly dawning horror in Obsidian's eyes.

"Gabbro, this really isn't funny." They warn sternly.

"I'm as serious as a patch of Ghost Matter." Gabbro replies. And they are, even though the situation is kind of funny. All that work to preserve something of one little universe when apparently there were a multitude to choose from. 

"Okay. So if our universe dying puts us into a new one, why's it not, I don't know, more different?" Obsidian asks, clearly disgusted by the thought.

"I'm calling it a parallel universe!" Gabbro crows. Delighted with their own creativity. "Similar to its sister in design, but just different enough to not be the same!"

Obsidian sighs tiredly. "Starting to see why this universe's version of me hated you."

"Liar." Gabbro replies, still grinning. They knew Obsidian would understand, even if they hated it.

This is why they make such a great team. Obsidian persists when Gabbro just wants to let the misery float by and through them. Gabbro fakes it till they make it, pulling Obsidian along for the ride.

"If I'm a liar you're a liar." Obsidian growls, but there's a spark of play in their eyes now. 

"Better a liar than grounded indefinitely for medical reasons." Gabbro says then whispers loudly "They'd think we're crazy."

Obsidian snorts. "I'm pretty sure that space ship has launched, Gabs."

Gabbro sighs because they know Obsidian is right. At this rate they would never fly. Not with all the little things they can’t remember because they weren’t there. Not when everyone thought they were inexplicably lying about being cool with each other. Not when it was clear they just didn’t come back from the accident right.

“You’re right. But what can we do, tell the truth?” Gabbro asks only half seriously. 

Obsidian's huff of amusement is echoed hysterically in the grate above them in a completely different voice. Both Obsidian and Gabbro freeze, the joking mood dissipated entirely. 

The only sounds are the roar of wave and storm. Now that their listeners have been caught out somebody has to say something. 

"Chert? That you?" Gabbro asks over the short range radio, licking their lips while Obsidian stares at them with wide eyes.

There's no response. And Gabbro finds themselves getting annoyed. They weren't here to play hide and seek. And the only person who was sober, capable, and worried enough to be able to follow them was Chert. 

There’s a scuffle above and Chert’s voice says, “No, just Hal.”

Obsidian sighs giving Gabbro a look like, can you believe these two? “Seriously Hal, you too? Don’t you have to get permission to go off the planet?”

“From a Traveler, which I have, from Chert!” Hal declares now looking at them from above. Or, Gabbro assumes it’s Hal. It’s kind of hard to tell through the ill fitting space suit. 

“Chert, stop hiding!” Gabbro demands, “Don’t make me come up there!”

Like a rising sun, Chert’s egg shaped helmet crests the grate. “You have to come home. We’re going back to Timber Hearth now!” 

“So the Founders can decide we’re crazy?” Obsidian demands. “Stars no. I did not go through the literal end of the universe just to get told what to do by an overgrown Egg in the next one!”

Hal gasps, shocked to hear such things coming from Obsidian’s mouth. Gabbro honestly has heard worse. The other Hearthian had clearly never heard Obsidian trying to out fly an angler fish. 

“Now listen here you-. I am older than you!” Chert argues ready to go toe to toe with Timber Hearth's most reckless astronaut. It's technically not true any more. Obsidian’s got about a year on Chert including the loops. 

“How about instead of fighting we talk about it like the civilized people the Nomai hoped we would be?”  Gabbro suggests hoping Obsidian will catch on. They’re already caught, the only chance they have now is to be very painfully honest and hope someone will believe them. 

“If you want to come up here to talk.” Hal says hesitantly. 

This is such a trap, but it’s not like they are really able to run. It’s a small solar system. And unless they want to take a page out of Feldspar’s book and live the rest of their lives in Dark Bramble they’d have to go back to Timber Hearth at some point.

“Be right there.” Obsidian agrees even as they give Gabbro a look letting them know they really resent the universe for this. They both make their way into the water. 

Gabbro sighs. This really wasn’t how they wanted this excursion to go, but there was nothing for it now. It was time to face the music. 

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Obsidian

The More Things Change

Obsidian fumes the entire swim under the island as well as the walk up the gravity wall. Why was it that they and Gabbro could never catch one single break? Just one moment where everything they care about isn’t, in one way or another, on the cusp of being destroyed.

First it was the time loops. Then the super nova couldn’t be stopped. Then the universe ended, for them to somehow get a second pass in a parallel universe. And now Obsidian's lifelong dream of being an astronaut was about to be ended because Hal and Chert couldn’t mind their own business. How did they even get here? Obsidian hadn't heard a ship.

Once they join Hal and Chert, Obsidian is ready for an argument and they aren’t the only one.  As soon as they’re back to the warp pad Chert is talking about going straight home. “I don’t want to hear any arguments, we are going home and  you are both subjecting yourself to Gneiss and Gossan until you’re better!”

“The Warp pad won’t work.” Obsidian says brashly. “It will be a couple hours before Giant's Deep passes over Ash Twin again. We’ll have to wait.”

“I’m not listening to you!” Chert yells back. “You’re clearly sick and don’t know what you’re talking about.” As they speak Chert goes to stand on the pad just to prove Obsidian wrong. Of course, nothing happens to Chert's apparent confusion. At least that explains how they even got here. Though it was concerning that both Obsidian and Gabbro had missed that they were being followed.

Obsidian opens their mouth to tell Chert they'd told them so, but it is quickly drowned out by the roar of another cyclone approaching. This is bad. There’s only one functional shelter up here. They might fit two Hearthians in it but not four. Gabbro and Obsidian know what to do but not Chert or Hal. 

There's no time to think. There's barely time to move.

“Get Hal! I have Chert!” Obsidian practically screams to Gabbro over the roar just as said cyclone crashes into the side of the island. 

There’s no time to make sure Gabbro actually grabs Hal around the waist before Obsidian has to focus on saving Chert. Obsidian uses their jetpack to dive at Chert and grab them from under the arms. Letting momentum shoot them both head first into the nearby active cyclone shelter as the island soars towards space.

Chert flails in their arms even as Obsidian carefully places them on their feet. Chert is yelling panicked instructions to Hal and Gabbro while they try to break through the column of purple light. 

"Calm down. Gabbro has Hal." Obsidian informs the other astronaut calmly, even as Gabbro helps Hal float through the moments of zero gravity.

Chert of course doesn't listen. What would Obsidian know about Giant's Deep, when they've never been here? It doesn't really matter. From the safety of the shelter, Obsidian and Chert can only watch. 

The next few seconds have to be perfect if Gabbro and Hal are going to survive without injury. In the moment  gravity takes hold of the island Gabbro, positions themselves and Hal in the way they want to land. As the island crashes into the ocean Gabbro fires the thrusters so that they don't get hit by the island as it bobs back up in the water.

It's the kind of perfection Obsidian is used to from Gabbro. This is the planet they consider their home away from home, after all. As the cyclone shelter deactivates Gabbro lands on their feet, setting Hal down gently. 

Chert steps out of the shelter halfway through a tirade Obsidian hadn't been listening too about how dangerous all this was.  

Hal leans against Gabbro once they are stable. Even Hal's posture makes it clear their trip into space did not agree with them. 

Unfortunately now that the danger has passed, Obsidian loses plausible deniability in ignoring Chert. Who is somehow still ranting.  "Hal and Gabbro could have died out there and you just locked us into some random Nomai tech you know nothing about. What if it had been dangerous?"

"Think I know what I'm doing when it comes to navigating the dangers of Giant's Deep, Chert. Just like I know Obsidian knows what they're doing when it comes to using Nomai tech. We did what we had to to keep you both safe." Gabbro interrupts breezily, "But since no one is dead or injured let's call it a win and decide what we're going to do from here."

"We're going home!" Chert insists, stomping their foot for emphasis. "I don't know what's going on, but we're going home to get you both evaluated."

Chert couldn't actually be threatening them with a Tree Keeper Evaluation, Obsidian thinks frantically. That had the potential to bring down the whole venture. Obsidian turns to Gabbro at a loss for what to do. 

"Sounds good." Gabbro agrees easily, to Obsidian’s confusion. Though they trust that Gabbro had a plan.

Obsidian doesn’t know how Gabbro stays non-confrontational with Chert like this. Obsidian certainly couldn’t do it. "The planets should align in about two hours. We'll go then. Did anyone bring a signal scope by chance? We should probably check in with Ground Control, so they don’t worry."

Well, Obsidian hadn’t been expecting to need that piece of equipment yet. But with how things have gone so far, they shouldn’t be surprised. Evaluated, honestly.

“I’ve got mine.” They show Gabbro the device and try not to be too pleased when it makes Gabbro laugh.  

"We ran away, and you brought a means of communication with you?" Gabbro asks incredulously. 

Obsidian shrugs. "I figured we would eventually want to contact Ground Control. Once we had a plan. I just didn't expect it to be so soon."

"What plan?" Chert demands, "What are you two up to…"

"That's kind of what we were trying to figure out." Obsidian says, trying desperately to sit on their temper. Chert was only acting like this because they were worried after all.

 "Yep, but I think Chert’s left us with no choice but to come clean." Gabbro agrees.

Chert watches them both expectantly as an awkward silence settles. "So, are you going to come clean, as you say?"

"Oh, not until we're back home." Gabbro shrugs nonchalantly. "This will be one geyser of a campfire story."

"Oh no!" Chert huffs sardonically, "We are not forcing The Founders to entertain whatever insane-"

Obsidian’s patience with Chert is waning fast. They haven’t had to deal with other people really for years. No one but Gabbro. Not unless they wanted to. When they did interact with the others they knew what they were getting into. 

"Chert, I- I think we should hear them out." Hal interrupts cautiously. "It makes sense, if you don't worry about how fanciful it sounds."

"That the universe ended!" Chert demands half hysterical. 

That explains it. The idea that the universe might end during Chert’s lifetime was still upsetting them. Even though it clearly wasn’t eminent in this universe. 

Normally understanding the problem allows Obsidian to fix it, but they never were able to help Chert. Even though they'd tried so hard to give them at least one good loop.

"No, but the multiverse thing." Hal says their argument grows with confidence as they speak. "Do you really not feel like somethings off when you talk to Gabbro? Something more significant than a head injury? Gabbro cares more than they did. And Obsidian is just as likely to snark at you, as compliment you! 

It answers how Obsidian, the rookie, knows how the- the trasporter pads no one knows about work. It makes sense that Obsidian forgot they were excited to take me into space soon. It explains why Obsidian and Gabbro are suddenly friends!"

That makes Chert falter. "But, it's impossible."

"Not really." Gabbro counters. "But we should tell everyone at once. Our story isn't one I want to tell twice. It hurts."

It wasn't a story Obsidian wanted to recount at all.

No one really has anything to say to that. At least Chert's stopped panicking and is finally thinking about everything they've witnessed.

"We should probably check in." Obsidian prods, "Before Ground Control tears the Radio Station apart looking for us."

“Yeah.” Gabbro agrees, taking the signal scope from Obsidian and pointing it towards Timber Hearth. It doesn't take long to find Riebeck's banjo broadcasting a mournful tune. 

"Well, this will be a fun scare for Ground Control." Gabbro states with a smile before initiating a connection to Reibeck's scope.

"Gabbro to Ground Control." They call through the microphone. "Is anyone there?"

The response is almost instant. It's a panicked Hornfels on the line. Reibeck stops playing with shock.

"Gabbro, where are you?" Hornfels demands sounding frazzled. "We woke up and you were gone!"

"Um, Giant's Deep." Gabbro says, pausing while Hornfels instructs Reibeck to keep their scope trained on Giant's Deep and to keep playing. "I've got Obsidian, Chert, and Hal with me too."

"Hi Hornfels!" Obsidian say, nudging Hal to say something. Just because everything is awful doesn’t mean they can’t all try to be civil.

"Yeah, uh, hi Hornfels." Hal says, sounding a lot less cheerful. Chert says nothing at all.

"Moraine said none of the ships are missing." Reibeck notes faintly. "How'd you get to Giant's Deep?"

"Just a little Nomai ingenuity." Obsidian says coolly. The warp pads really weren't that hard to figure out, once Obsidian knew where to look. 

"Transporters, Hornfels!" Hal says much more excitedly. "Obsidian figured out that the Nomai were capable of instantly transporting themselves  across the solar system!"

"What? When!" That was Gossan. Apparently all the Founders were listening in. Perfect.

"Technically, on my Launch Day." Obsidian says with a smirk. This kind of thing was sort of fun, if Obsidian ignored  how upsetting it was that no one ever believed them.

"Hatchling, you were with me all of your launch day." Esker says, the concern evident in their voice.

"Yes, apparently they have a reasonable explanation for the post crash memory issues." Chert says a little too calmly. 

"I wouldn't call it reasonable." Gabbro admits. "But it's certainly true. It even makes sense if you take into account quantum-"

Not this again! Obsidian groans loudly. "I swear to the stars Gabbro, if you make up some Quantum Rationality Principle..."

"You'll what? Toss me into the black hole on Brittle Hollow? Been there done that Time Buddy, it wasn't as exciting as you'd think." Gabbro says. Obsidian can’t see it through the helmet but they know Gabbro is grinning at them. 

"What!" Both Reibeck and Hal laugh nervously on opposite sides of the solar system. 

"T-that's like a metaphor or something, right?" Reibeck continues, their anxiety clear even over the signal scope.

Obsidian and Gabbro share a look. "Nope."

"We're sending someone to pick you up!" Gossan cuts across the pandemonium sternly.

"It would be less of a logistical nightmare to just wait for us at the entrance to Nomai Ruins Crater." Obsidian remarks casually. 

Not to mention there’s only two space ships left. Obsidian doesn’t really want to be crammed into one with two other people. Just them and Gabbro had always been a tight fit. "The planets should align again in about two hours."

"And what do you intend to do with us for the next two hours?" Chert argues. At this point Obsidian thinks they’re just being difficult so they don’t have to think. They'd probably shut down again if they thought.

“Wait.” Gabbro says. “And hope another cyclone doesn’t come by. I’m almost out of fuel.”

That’s a good point. Obsidian is running pretty low as well. 

“A cyclone!” Gossan exclaims. “Stars, I haven’t seen this much trouble since Feldspar first launched. Fine, you have two hours. But you’re all four staying online with us the whole time."

“We can do that.” Gabbro agrees easily. “Anyone have the makings for a campfire? We could roast marshmallows while we wait.” 

“I’m not taking off my helmet!” Hal protests. “We haven’t set out any trees.”

Oxygen wasn’t an actual issue with the plants the Nomai planted, as long as a cyclone didn't launch you into space. But, it wasn’t too surprising that Hal wasn’t willing to trust that. 

The two hours pass with Obsidian and Gabbro simultaneously trying to calm Hal down and rile each other up.

Obsidian also prods Hal into explaining how they were followed. While it sounds like warp windows may be a little longer here the truth is Obsidian nor Gabbro had been paying attention. In their defence Obsidian had kinda forgotten that the others existed as soon as they were far enough away to use their jetpack. That was it's own kind of concerning.

Chert gets more and more thoughtful as they watch. Obsidian would love to know what they’re thinking, but there isn’t really a good way to ask without putting them on the defensive. Soon enough it’s time to go. 

Chapter Text

Gabbro

The More They Stay The Same

The trip back to Timber Hearth is even quicker than their exit. They are home in exactly two hours, as promised. Obsidian has the timing of the warp pads down to an exact one minute threshold. Though they were no longer certain how long the window lasted.

Obsidian shrugs when Gabbro asks about the spectacular timing. “I haven’t had much to do besides observe the orbits of the planets the past couple of weeks.”

The Founders had been understandably upset when they’d all gone from Giant’s Deep to Ash Twin without warning. Since it had only been ten minutes between that transition to Timber Hearth, Gabbro and Obsidian were still in a world of trouble.

Once they step off the pad they find themselves facing four irritated Founders. Hal and Chert hang to the side like they are unsure where to stand. Reibeck stays to the back, taking it in from a safe distance.

“Of all the irresponsible things you could possibly do!” Hornfels exclaims. “I’d expect it from Gabbro, but not you Obsidian!”

Gabbro gives one short wheezing laugh at that. Hornfels thinks Gabbro is the irresponsible one? “Oh, Stars. That’s funny.” 

“Thanks, 'Gabs.” Obsidian says, unlocking and removing their stolen helmet. “Really appreciate your faith in me, there.” 

“I have faith that you will make the stupidest choice possible and somehow pull it off.” Gabbro counters, taking their helmet off too.

Obsidian just shrugs, unphased by the backwards compliment. “Fair enough.” 

The silence from the rest of Outer Wilds Ventures is deafening. Honestly, it's not that unusual for them to get this response if they start sassing each other. Not for the first time Gabbro wonders exactly how deep the hatred between this universes’ Obsidian and Gabbro went. 

It’s Esker who eventually breaks the awkward silence. “So, Chert said something about an explanation?” 

“I would really like to hear that.” Gossan agrees. 

“Is there even a way to explain what’s been going on the past several weeks?” Slate adds thoughtfully. “Gabbro and Obsidian have both been really odd lately.” 

“I think that the explanation they provided to me and Chert makes some sense.” Hal says.

“I’m not sure I’d call it an explanation exactly.” Chert adds, still unsure what to think about the whole thing. 

“Can’t really call it an explanation when you were listening in Chert. We didn’t intentionally tell you anything.” Obsian says.

It’s true. Hopefully, the fact that Chert wasn’t told anything gives their story more credibility. 

There was no reason for them to lie when they had thought that they were alone.  No reason for their heartbreak to be anything but genuine.

“And what exactly did you two overhear?” Gossan asks, their unflinching gaze now turned on Chert and Hal. Of course, Hal cracks under the pressure first. 

The story comes pouring out with interjections from Chert. How Gabbro and Obsidian hadn’t been as sneaky as they thought. How they'd been followed to Giant’s Deep. There's a lot of flailing about Warp Travel and Hal at least sounds apologetic about witnessing Gabbro and Obsidian's grief. Then they mention Gabbro's theory. The Founders don't hold back their thoughts.

"The multiverse?" Gossan asks incredulously. "What-?"

"I want to know why they think Hornfels only went off about the Multiverse once." Slate adds. "We've all been victims of their thoughts on the subject. Multiple times."

"I'm still caught on the universe dying. That's impossible! There is no indication it's anywhere near that old!" Hornfels adds, ignoring Slates teasing.

Only Esker remains silent, simply taking it all in. 

"There's no indication in this universe." Gabbro stresses, ignoring the fact that there hadn't really been any in theirs either. "Our universe died repeatedly while Obsidian and I searched for a way to save it. In the end, we couldn't."

"That doesn't make sense!" Hornfels argues. “A sun can only explode once and when it does it ends all life!” 

"It does when you factor in the Nomai's Ash Twin Project causing a time loop!" Obsidian defends Gabbro.

"Of all the insane-" Hornfels says, then turns back to the other Founders who have fallen quiet. "Somebody back me up here!"

"It gets stranger." Chert says. "Well, maybe not. But even I think there is evidence to corroborate their story."

Gabbro did not expect Chert to help. Not at all.

"You think there is evidence-" Hornfels repeats in disbelief. "Chert, how could you possibly?"

"Just listen, Hornfels. When the cyclone hit the island it was Obsidian telling Gabbro what to do. And as terrifying as it was, they were right. They were even able to work cyclone shelters no one knows existed, even though we all know Obsidian's never visited Giant's Deep."

"What exactly are you saying, Chert?" Gossan asks, their concern evident.

So, Chert tells of their harrowing experience with Giant's Deep's cyclones and of how the experience didn't seem to be harrowing for Obsidian at all. "Obsidian was as cool as ice throughout the whole thing. Like it was just another day for them. Even I lost my composure when we were in space."

"Gabbro coached me through dealing with the unexpected zero gravity like it wasn't the first time they had to do so." Hal adds. "I'm guessing they taught Obsidian during the loops."

Hornfels sighs, looking at Slate and Gossan like they don't know what to think.

“Hear us out?" Obsidian requests pleadingly.

"I'm not sure how we're supposed to believe you, Hatchling." Gossan says sadly. 

Gabbro can tell Gossan is very worried for Obsidian. Of course, Obsidian was Gossan’s apprentice. If Gabbro was that responsible for someone they'd be worried too.

For similar reasons Slate was currently unnerving Gabbro. What with how Slate was looking at them like they were a particularly stubborn engine that wasn’t working. Gabbro was not here to be picked apart and fixed.

“We could do it like Gneiss and Rutile always do with lying hatchlings.” Reibeck proposes softly. 

“What do you mean?” Esker inquires curiously.

“Split them up. Have them both tell their side of the story. If there’s any inconsistencies we know one or both are lying.” Reibeck says. “Gabbro and Obsidian don’t even like each other as far as we know. They haven’t had a chance to really talk since the crash. Interrupted trips to Giant's Deep aside. If they’re just unwell the stories shouldn’t match once you get into the details.”

“We can research their claims later?” Chert adds thoughtfully. “If the universes are indeed parallel then a lot of the things they know about should remain the same.”

“But not everything.” Reibeck counters.

“I mean, what does Tektite always say?” Hal, the resident junior Tree Keeper, comments.  “If it looks like a fire and it smells like a fire, chances are it’s a fire? If their stories match up, and we find some of the things they talk about…”

“Then it must be true.” Hornfels says, sighing. “Fine. Let's hear what they have to say. Gossan, Hal, and Esker will stay here with Gabbro. The rest of us will go to the other side of the crater with Obsidian.” 

"I'd like to swap between groups, Hornfels. See if I can catch an inconsistency in real time." Reibeck interrupts.

"If you think it will help." Hornfels says and leads the other group away.

Gabbro is left to figure out where to start with Gossan, Esker, and Hal. They form a loose circle by the active Nomai Warp reporter. Gabbro’s fingers itch for Obsidian’s translator to see what it says, even though they already know. 

"I wonder why it's floating like that?" Hal asks Reibeck. Gesturing to the active warp reporter. Reibeck had decided to start with Gabbro's group for some reason.

"It's basically just a travel report of when we were sent from Ash Twin and when we were received here." Gabbro says distractedly, still considering where to start. 

"Really?" Hal asks curiously.

"Only one way to find out." Reibeck says pulling a pen and paper from their gear and walking over to the receiver. "You can still talk, Gabbro. I can listen and translate at the same time."

So Gabbro talks. Everyone nods in agreement about how they'd found Statue Island and brought one back. They all know that part of course, it’s familiar to the group. 

It’s once the Nomai Statue in Gabbro’s world activates that the audience gets interested. 

“It opened its eyes.” Gossan asks. “What do you think caused that?”

Gabbro shrugs. “I didn’t feel like investigating then. Figured I’d go back to camp and check another day.” 

“Gabbro!” Hal exclaims. 

“Yes. Yes. I’m aware that’s not what I should have done.”  Gabbro waves Hal's upset off. 

It’s only because Reibeck chuckles that Gabbro realizes Reibeck hasn’t been translating, engrossed in what Gabbro had to say.

“You know, you could just use the translator.” Gabbro informs them curious what the response will be.

“The translator doesn’t work, Gabbro.” Hal says. “Not after you- did it work for you?”

Gabbro smiles. “How do you think Obsidian ran around the Solar System translating everything in sight? Someone should let Obsidian know there’s a hiccup in your production.” 

“If we’ve decided we believe you, Hatchling.” Esker says, not unkindly.

“Right. The story.” Gabbro says. “Anyways I head back to my island and as I’m hanging around things get burning hot real fast. I have a creepy vision with my memories of exploring the workshop and suddenly, I’m sitting by my campfire again.”

“That- What- Why?” Reibeck splutters. 

“Nomai Memory Statue causing a time loop. That was the memory  part.” Gabbro points out. “Anyways. I decide that it was just a weird dream about a supernova and that I’ll spend the day shaking off the heebie jeebies by relaxing, but after a while the world gets burning hot real fast and I see my memories of this new day. 

“What did you do?” Hal asks. It was great having one listener that wasn’t trying to pick apart the story for lies. If only Obsidian were so lucky. 

“Freaked out.” Gabbro says to a skeptical silence. “No really. It looked like sitting in my hammock but I was having a complete nervous breakdown until Obsidian showed up. It probably wasn’t the proper way to greet the new astronaut but I asked them if they died recently.”

“And they reported you to Ground Control?” Gossan asks.

“They agreed.” Gabbro says. “Look, I don't know what our problem was here. Honestly, it doesn’t matter. For me, Obsidian and I have never had an issue. We weren’t close before the loops but we were friends. I can’t imagine a situation where they wouldn't have at least heard me out.”

There’s something in Gossan and Esker's expressions. For some reason this is the point they want to believe most and the hardest one to swallow. Gabbro can’t make either Founder believe them. 

“So, they agreed?” Riebeck presses when it becomes clear that Gossan and Esker aren’t going to say anything else. 

Gabbro nods. “Yeah. Told me about the intense eye contact they made with the statue I’d brought home and I told them about the statue at the workshop.”

“So that was how you think you all started traveling together?” Gossan asks thoughtfully. 

Gabbro shakes their head. “Nah, that was after Obsidian discovered a whole lot more. Not everything, but they knew what the Ash Twin Project was by the time I joined in. It was what was causing the time loop.” Gabbro decided not to mention the other stuff Obsidian had learned. No need to overload the story with the Quantum Moon, the Nomai’s tragedy, or The Stranger. “They kept me updated as they explored. I just stayed on Giant’s Deep.”

“Why?” Esker asks frowning worriedly. The sentiment was a bit late, but appreciated all the same.

“Why not?” Gabbro replies. “Seemed a bit pointless. A look at the stars said the universe was dying and I was stuck in a loop of that death. Seemed like a good time to just let time pass. And, honestly, I was too scared to do anything else.”

“Then what changed?” Gossan asks. No one is sounding skeptical anymore. They’re worried for sure, but they sound like they believe it. Gabbro doesn’t know how to keep it that way. 

“We died.” Gabbro said.

“Seems like that’s part of the loop.” Esker points out.

“We died before the loop ended.” Gabbro explains. It was weird. They were supposed to be telling the story but Gossan and Esker seemed focused on Obsidian and Gabbro’s friendship. 

“Hearing you two talk, that also wasn’t uncommon.” Hal comments thoughtfully. 

“No.” Gabbro agrees. “But it was the first time we died after a cyclone tossed us up into space and we both landed badly. I- I think I broke my spine or maybe smashed my skull. I wasn’t able to speak, see, or move. I could barely breathe. Obsidian was hurt bad too. They thought I’d died already. They were crying, saying that they were glad I didn’t have to die on my own because it was awful. That  they didn’t want to die alone again.”

Gabbro can feel the tears on their cheek as they remember wanting to reassure Obsidian that it wouldn’t happen again. That Gabbro shouldn’t have left them to explore the Solar System on their own. Not because Obsidian couldn’t do it, but because neither of them should be so alone, especially because they were both so scared.

“I promised myself it wouldn’t happen again.” Gabbro chokes. “And when the next loop started I made sure that was the case. There weren't many days apart after that. Well, there was the whole thing with the Sun Station. But, otherwise.” 

“You- you really care for Obsidian, don’t you Gabbro?” Gossan asks. They aren’t frowning anymore.

“Obsidian is my friend. We’ve survived the end of the universe together. What else can I do but care?” Gabbro says. 

Gossan and Esker share a long look. After a moment they seem to come to some kind of agreement.

“Okay, Hatchling.” Esker says. “As far-fetched as it sound it's clear  that you aren't lying.” 

“What- Why?” Gabbro says thrown off. Why was this the moment of truth?

“Because our Gabbro wouldn’t have left their hammock.” Gossan says sadly. “Certainly not if it was Obsidian they were working with. I don’t think they would have found joy in Obsidian’s pain. But it wouldn’t have moved them to leave their hammock.”

Gabbro kind of wants to give the old Hearthian a hug. Everyone has lost someone here. "I’m sorry, this must be hard for you all too.” 

Gossan shakes their head. "Its not like you asked for this Gabbro.” 

A awkward silence hangs amongst them. As what the truth means really hits. There'd been so much lost in an instance. All that was left was to see what could be gained.

“Well.” Reibeck says standing and brushing off their pants “If that's what this group decided. I guess I should go check on the others.”

“Watch out for the Ghost Matter.” Gabbro warns as they walk towards the crater. “In our universe there was a patch of it on the left side.”

Chapter Text

Obsidian

Truth Will Out

Obsidian tries to keep their annoyance from their face as they follow a very determined Hornfels into the crater. It's not anyone's fault that Obsidian has had it. But it's exhausting not being believed, and now Obsidian can't just run away to Gabbro or a Nomai Ruin and forget for a while.

All they can do is follow the others into the crater. That is until Hornfels begins walking right in the direction of the patch of Ghost Matter.

“Not there!” Obsidian yells, grabbing Hornfels by the collar and pulling them back. Hornfels stumbles a little, but it's better than being dead. 

"Hatchling, what are you doing?" Slate asks with concern. 

"There's Ghost Matter." Obsidian protests pointing to the crystals sparsely covering the ground. That's odd, there were more in their universe. You could easily miss these.

Chert takes two steps forward and pauses rigidly. Sun glinting brightly off their helmet that they still haven't removed. "Slate, Hornfels," They say urgently. "I am getting a warning for Ghost Matter."

"But no one's ever been hurt by Ghost Matter here." Slate protests. 'I've walked this crater countless times myself', is left unsaid. It's not hard to figure out where some of Slate's more advanced ideas come from. "There's a million other reasons that this crater is dangerous, especially to curious hatchlings, but Ghost Matter isn't one."

Obsidian pulls out their scout and snaps some photos of the patch, just for further evidence. Chert walks over to look at their findings. "And yet, Obsidian and I both have evidence for it right here."

Slate and Hornfels also look over Obsidian's shoulder. Once they see it for their own eyes the scientists start trying to find a reason the Ghost Matter never hurt any one.

"Maybe there's a very thin path and we've just been very lucky." Slate says.

Obsidian's eyes scan the crater searching for the water that must have rendered the patch harmless. The ground is wet, but typically that's not enough-

The geyser before them goes off showering them with water. Slate shrieks "My tools!" and hides behind Hornfels who does nothing to help but laugh at them. 

The area that contains the patch now has a small pond underneath it. A second look shows that the lip of the geyser is significantly lower in this universe, allowing the jet to fall further into the crater.

"That would do it over time." Obsidian says more to themselves than anyone else.

"What would do what?" Slate asks skeptically.

"Um, the geyser in my Home Universe had a taller mountain cliff on this side." Oh Stars, they were going to have to make up language around the parallel universes. Gabbro is better at that stuff. Why is Gabbro always elsewhere when Obsidian needs them? They'd agreed to stop that after that very terrible day on Giant's Deep. "So the water didn't rain down on the patch regularly, or pool underneath it. I wonder if this area ever flooded?"

Obsidian examines the patch with their scout looking for any other significant differences. Obsidian still couldn't be bribed to run through it now that death was more of a permanent thing, presumably. Still, it was good to know the area was probably safe.

"That matters because?" Hornfels asks curiously despite themselves.

"Oh yeah. Ghost Matter is super hydrophobic. Exposure to water renders it harmless. That's why you've been able to raid the mines for Nomai tech, without finding an alternate route with the patch clearly being here." Obsidian says, "Still, visually there's not really a difference between harmless Ghost Matter and will kill you Ghost Matter. So, I'd be careful."

"How do you-?' Hornfels asked in dismay. Then realization dawns on their face. "That's why Tektite didn't lose their whole leg all those years ago!"

Obsidian had noticed that Tektite had both legs, though they were missing a foot. It had actually ended up pretty low on their mental list of issues after the crash. Gabbro's Multiverse Theory explains how Tektite miraculously got most of the leg back. But it would be nice to know what exactly changed.

"What do you mean?" Obsidian asks, taking a little risk. "In our universe Tektite did lose the whole leg. Not that that stopped them any."

"They entered the patch in The Village Creater right by the geysers." Hornfels says. 

"They'd been exploring the geysers you mean." Slate says. "Looking at something important, my foot. I don't care that they weren't a hatchling anymore."

"Whatever the reason, they must have only entered a very small dangerous patch because of the geysers. I still remember what I saw on Rutile's camera, they were surrounded by the stuff. It should have been a lot worse." Hornfels says turning to Obsidian thoughtfully. "But how did you know, when we didn't even realize?"

"I'm assuming that's something they learned in the 'loops'." Slate says. They sound less sure of their own disbelief now.

Hornfels hums thoughtfully.

"So, where is a good place to chat?" Chert asks, looking around the area for other surprise Ghost Matter patches.

"Even if it's harmless, I don't fancy sitting in a patch of Ghost Matter." Hornfels says.

"It looks like the first part of the bridge is still clear. It's as good a place as any." Obsidian says casually. 

That's where they end up. Slate is now watching Obsidian with the same quiet contemplation Chert has been for the past couple of hours. Obsidian would give their translator to know what they were thinking.

There's an air of expectancy on the bridge, so Obsidian starts speaking. "It all starts and ends on my Launch Day."

"Like, Esker said," Hornfels states, "you spent your launch day with them."

Obsidian sighs. "Yeah, the first one. But the story starts before I launched."

"What happened?" Chert asks, expression unreadable beneath their helmet. At least they aren't arguing with everything Obsidian says.

"So I woke up underneath Giant's Deep." Obsidian says. "The first thing I saw was the Orbital Probe Canon exploding before my eyes."

"What's an Orbital Probe Canon?" Slate asks. At least they seem to be seeking clarification instead of arguing.

"The Nomai ruin that orbits Giant's Deep." Obsidian says, "But that discovery comes later. The point is I wake up and Slate sends me off to find Hornfels for the launch codes."

Everyone nods because that's how all Launch Days start.

"I went through the village saying my goodbyes and got the codes from Hornfels." Obsidian can still recite how each person said bye. They'd do it sometimes when they missed home. Reliving the memory like The Strangers in their dream world. The only thing they can't recall is what Hal said before the Statue opened its eyes.

"I remember that." Hornfels says.

"Yes, but the story is about to change." Obsidian replies. "As I walked past the Nomai Statue to leave it turned to me and opened its eyes. I saw visions of my walk through the village and getting the launch code and it released me."

"What why?" Hornfels demands.

Obsidian shrugs. "Right place, right time. I told Hal, who said they'd look into it, and went to the Attlerock."

"Hatchling." Slate says hesitantly, "Not to be a proponent for safety, but don't you think you should have stayed grounded after that?"

Obsidian shrugs. "Probably. But I was excited. Anyways, I get up to Esker and we chat awhile when I look behind me and realize the sun is super swollen and a scary deep red. A moment later it collapsed, contracting to a point of bright light. Then, the whole thing exploded. A wave of brilliant blue light flooded towards me incinerating everything in its path. Then I woke up."

"Could it have all been a bad dream, Hatchling?" Slate asks. Even though they already know it wasn't.

"That's what I thought." Obsidian agrees. "So I get up. Go to the Observatory for the Launch Codes. Everything was exactly like I dreamed, including the launch codes."

"That's-" Hornfels starts to argue, but Obsidian doesn't give them the chance.

"The only difference was that The Nomai Statue's eyes were already open. At this point I was really weirded out, but I still went  to Esker because it's tradition. About halfway through the conversation I looked towards the Sun, and, well- I think you know what I saw. The Sun was swollen and red and far too active. Then tiny and white, growing larger and closer."

"I'm guessing you saw the vision with the mask again." Chert says.

"Yeah." It's occurring to Obsidian that this is a story that will take days. Surely there's a better way to convince everyone than telling what is basically their life story. But, what?

"Waking up a third loop under the Orbital Probe Cannon firing is what finally tipped me off that I was experiencing a time loop." Obsidian admits still talking since they don't have a better idea. "So, I didn't bother to get the codes, I just left."

"I didn't try to stop you?" Slate asks bewildered.

"You tried." Obsidian admits. "I eventually got fast enough that I was on the landing pad when you'd call out. Anyways, it seemed like the creepy statue was involved in some way. So I went to Giant's Deep to see if I could get more information from Gabbro, since they found it."

"Hold that thought," Chert says suddenly, "Reibeck is coming."

Obsidian looks over their shoulder to see Reibeck picking the left path down. They'd end up stepping very close to the Ghost Matter patch. 

"Other way Reibeck." Obsidian calls. "There's Ghost Matter that way. We think it's inert, but better to be safe than sorry." It's best to warn Reibeck before they are startled or get hurt.

Reibeck redirects their path down waiting to speak until they’ve joined the group. "Gabbro said to watch out for that too."

"Apparently the patch in Gabbro and Obsidian's universe was actively harmful. But this one isn't because of the geyser.” Chert says. Hidden by their helmet, Obsidian cannot see it, but they are certain the astronomer just rolled their eyes at them. It's not Obsidian's fault that this parallel universe is not exactly the same. That's why it's parallel.

“Interesting.” Reibeck states noncommittally. “Well, don’t stop on my behalf.”

So Obsidian continues the story. Talking about seeing Gabbro for the first time on Giant's Deep and finding out that they were also trapped in the loop. “After we compared notes on the Timeloop and the dying horribly. Gabbro suggested I visit Statue Island, so I did. 

I actually had to visit a few times to figure out how to get into the Statue Workshop. It's only functional entrance is underwater, you see.

Once I made it in there I found out there was some Ash Twin Project thing that the statues had to do with. Like Gabbro and I thought, they were causing the loops. ”

Obsidian pauses to think of what happened next. They haven’t really reflected on the early days of the loop in a very long time. “I was a bit at a loss after that. The Attlerock had pointed me towards the Quantum moon, and I did try flying towards it, but I just ended up in open space. Eventually I realized that the Cannon over Giant’s Deep fired at the start of every loop  might be causing the Super Nova. So, I went to check it out.

At the Orbital Probe Canon I learned that The Nomai were searching for 'The Eye of the Universe' but they didn't really explain what that was. I also learned that a third of the Canon had been destroyed by the 'over enthusiasm' of its creators. Slate, I really think you would have liked the Nomai Mallow and Avens. You know, if they were still alive."

"Wait, wait, wait." Chert interjects. "How did you know their names?"

"Because of the translator." Obsidian says before realizing that the other members of Outer Wilds Ventures were confused. Except for Reibeck who was inexplicably smiling. "Did Hal and I not make a translator tool here?"

"Last I was told it's not reading reliably after the incident." Hornfels says, sounding bewildered. 

"Oh, well if you want me to take a look I can probably figure out why. The reader was pretty finicky at first." Obsidian says baffled by this mysterious incident.

"Of course…" Hornfels says slowly. Obsidian can't quite figure out what to make of that particular tone in Hornfels voice.

"Hornfels, when are you going to stop pretending that you don't believe the Hatchling?" Slate interrupts. 

Chert nods. "Obsidian honestly surpassed the burden of proof with the Ghost Matter call. And their story has, so far, been coherent. Though I'm trying very hard not to think of the number of times they and Gabbro have died."

Hornfels sighs, "Yes I've been trying not to think of it either. Which is the main reason I don't want to believe the evidence before my eyes."

Obsidian doesn't know what to say. It was that easy to get the Founders to believe them? They'd only just started telling the story, honestly.

"I haven't detected any inconsistencies. And I left with Gabbro's story in roughly the same place." Reibeck confirms. "So if everyone is in agreement that Obsidian and Gabbro aren't crazy or lying, we should probably meet back up as a group and figure out what's next."

"We shouldn't interrupt Gossan and Esker's investigation." Slate says, "If only because it will annoy them."

"They're waiting on you." Reibeck says. "Gabbro is probably off on some tangent by now."

"A Quantum tangent." Obsidian says standing up. "If you let Gabbro get started they will never shut up."

"I have noticed a new obsession with the spooky optical illusion room." Hornfels says.

"It's not an optical illusion." Obsidian says. "It's quantum mechanics. Gabbro has a great grasp on how it all works."

Hornfels makes a thoughtful humming sound standing as well.

Everyone else gets up too and Obsidian tries not to appear too excited to be returning to the main group. Perhaps things could start to go back to normal now

Tonight there could be another campfire. Obsidian might even roast a marshmallow or five this time.

Figuring out what was next sounded good too. Obsidian already had a few ideas of what they would like to do now that time wasn't broken into annoying repetitive chunks and the universe would live.

Chapter Text

Gabbro

Forgotten Item on the List

Obsidian sits gracelessly right next to Gabbro when the two groups come back together. They lean against Gabbro's shoulder and Gabbro smiles. Comforted by their Time Buddy's presence. At least Obsidian is the same in this new world.

"So, anyways," Gabbro says, finishing their explanation of the mechanics of the statues to Gossan.  "That's how the statues actually work as far as Obsidian and I could tell. Though we were never able to get Slate to take a look at them to really know."

"In your universe." Hal clarifies. It was good to see someone was beginning to take this in stride.

"Of course." Gabbro allows. "The statues may just be art here,  or something else entirely. We'd need to investigate further."

"So is that on the list?" Hornfels asks, taking their place between Gossan and Esker. A notebook already out with a pencil poised to write.

"The list?" Gabbro asks intrigued. They didn't realize they were making lists.

Slate, now sitting across from Gabbro and Obsidian nods. There's still a little space between them and Esker that no one fills. "If we're in agreement that you two probably aren't crazy, the next logical step is to confirm that the discoveries you made apply to this universe as well. My understanding is that doing so will keep Outer Wilds Ventures busy for decades. Since, we'll, well-"

"Be concerned about little things like safety?" Gossan offers, but they don't sound mad or nearly as worried as they have been for the past few weeks.

"Yeah. And the best place to start with that is a list!" Hornfels continues. "So, are the statues on the list?"

Gabbro shrugs. "Probably should be along with checking the entire Ash Twin Project. That way we can have a plan if something happens. Not that I have any reason to believe something will happen." Gabbro clarifies at Cherts startled gasp.

They think for a second. "Oh, and Obsidian should take a look at the Nomai Translator. See if they can get it to work."

"I definitely want to do that. We should probably put The Interloper on the list too."  Obsidian says thoughtfully. As Hornfels scribbles everything down.

Gabbro nods. "Yeah, it'd really be awful if this universe had a surprise second node or something."

"I was just thinking Pye, Poke and Clary deserve more. But your point is a good one too. The comet shouldn't pass so close to the sun that it gets destroyed. As long as we stay calm we should be able to get out the same way we get in." Obsidian adds. "I mean, as long as the whole thing isn't Ghost Matter now or something."

Gabbro can't help but snort at the vast understatement their words implied. "The majority of our Interloper was Ghost Matter, 'Sidian."

Obsidian snickers. "But not all of it, Gabs. We made it through being careful."

"Never mind that we died like four times." Gabbro reminds their friend.

"Okay, back it up two steps, both of you." Gossan says flatly. 

Gabbro looks up to the group and realizes that everyone else isn't as calm about this conversation as Gabbro and Obsidian are. It probably doesn't sound very funny if death has never been off the table so to speak for you.

Reibeck and Hal are both  about three wrong words from hyperventilating. Hornfels and Chert are intensely curious but also appalled. Esker is looking at them like they've made them sad. Slate looks like their hatch-day has come early. It is apparent that Gossan is very stressed.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Obsidian asks, clearly confused as to why Gossan is taking the Flight Coach tone with them.

“Let me get this straight.” Gossan continues as if Obsidian hadn't said anything at all. “You went to the Interloper and landed on it? When no one else has tried because it's so dangerous.”

“Well, yeah, it looked like it crashed into the sun. I thought that maybe it was contributing to the supernova.” Obsidian explained. Gabbro kind of felt bad for Gossan. They must have one geyser of a growing headache right now. 

Gossan holds up a hand to stop the onslaught of words coming from Obsidian’s mouth. 

“You're saying you intentionally landed on a comet that you thought crashed into the Sun and caused a supernova ?” Gossan clarifies. Gabbro should probably give their old flight coach some sap wine or something for trying to remain calm here. 

“I had to. I wanted to stop the supernova.” Obsidian argues, realizing that they were kind of in deep trouble right now for trying to help. Gabbro was just going to let Gossan try to get it through Obsidian's thick skull that they weren't cosmically required to figure out the time loop. Stars know Gabbro spent most loops trying and failing at it.. 

“So, to summarize, you discovered a whole bunch of Ghost Matter on the comet that you thought crashed into the Sun and caused a supernova. And you never thought hm, this might be too dangerous?” Gossan continues as if Obsidian hadn’t protested. 

“It wasn’t like the whole thing was Ghost Matter. Besides, it's not like dying lasted!” Obsidian just keeps digging that hole. The funny thing is Gabbro is pretty sure the grave is for Gossan’s sanity. At least if the way they were now massaging that tension relieving place right between all four eyes was any indication. 

“And you felt this was a good idea because-?”

“It was there and I wanted to know!” Obsidian says way too loudly for the quiet meadow they were in. “Okay. It was there and I wanted to know what The Interlopers' part of the story was.” 

Gossan's aggrieved groan only sounds a little like a scream. Honestly, Gabbro could relate. “Stars above, Obsidian is as bad as Feldspar.”

“Worse.” Gabbro confirms far too happy to have Gossan agreeing with them. “You mean to say Obsidian is worse than Feldspar.” 

Obsidian gasps and they smack Gabbro's knee urgently. Gabbro was unfortunately accustomed to such treatment when Obsidian had a new idea. It'd be interesting to see what it was this time.  

"Ow, Obsidian." Gabbro complains, "What?"

“Gabbro!” Obsidian sounds close to panic. “Gabbro, we forgot Feldspar!” 

Or heart wrenching. Terrifying. Obsidian's thoughts could also be those things.

"Oh Stars!" Gabbro groans. Please don't let them have accidentally killed Feldspar by forgetting they needed rescue.

“Wait, what do you mean by ‘forgot Feldspar’, Hatchling?” Slate asks worry evident in the lines of their mouth. 

“Obsidian means we forgot they are alive.” Gabbro says. “Or at least they were in our universe, you know several weeks ago.” 

“Where?” Gossan asks all business. And Gabbro is so glad this won’t devolve into who should have done what. At least not yet.

"They crashed their ship in Dark Bramble." Obsidian says flatly. "The ship is a complete loss. They can't get out of Dark Bramble or explore. Not that anyone would want to. Dark Bramble is a strange place. It's difficult to navigate because it alters space and time. Not to mention there are Angler Fish in there that are three times the size of a ship and willing to eat anything." 

"The one in the Museum isn't that big." Chert observes. 

"That one's a hatchling, like seriously freshly hatched." Gabbro says. "I've seen the eggs myself."

"Before we go we should check that they're still blind." Obsidian says thoughtfully tapping their chin. Already four stages deep into a plan they haven't yet shared with Gabbro. "It'd be awful if they weren't here."

Gabbro tries to figure out what Obsidian’s plan is. "So that's what? Return to the village. Check the angler in the museum. Take a ship. Go to Dark Bramble. Hopefully find the-"

Gabbro's musings on what Obsidian's plan already is are interrupted by Hornfels clearing their throat. "Are you two going to let the rest of us help? Or at least go slow enough that we can keep up if you end up needing rescue?"

Gabbro had kind of forgotten that the others weren't just stuck at the Nomai Ruins now instead of scattered across the Solar System. By the looks of it Obsidian had forgotten as well. That's probably also why they'd been so easily followed.

"I mean, yeah, you can help." Obsidian says at a loss for what to do now that there's suddenly support for their very dangerous stunts.

"Start with what the urgency is." Esker says, gently.

Obsidian breathes and explains the situation as they knew it. "Feldspar was very thin and low on rations when I first found them. If it's the same here, they've likely run out of food recently. We need to drag them out now. But I honestly wouldn't trust a pilot that doesn't know Dark Bramble in there."

"I think we've both lost count of the number of times we've been eaten. Or crashed into a vine. Or wandered around an entire loop hopelessly lost. " Gabbro adds calmly just to make it clear exactly how dangerous it is there. There's a reason the Nomai never returned despite knowing how.

"You're both still grounded." Gossan observes.

Slate sighs. "Give it up Gossan. If they can get Feldspar, let them."

"I'm lifting the grounding for this one trip. As long as another Traveler accompanies them." Hornfels says. "Is that fair?"

"Makes sense to me." Esker's opinion adds significant weight to Hornfels decision.

"I-I'm going." Reibeck says. Gabbro has never heard that resolute tone in Reibeck's voice. Then even firmer than before. "Yeah. I'm going."

"Reibeck…" Of course it's Gossan who cautions their most nervous pilot. But, Gabbro thinks they get it.

"Dark Bramble is one of the scariest places I know, Reibeck." Gabbro says. "If you need to help save Feldspar, I'm all for it. But Dark Bramble requires you to be steady if you're going to survive."

"They're my mentor." Reibeck says as if that explains it. Maybe, in this universe, it does.

"I think we could use Reibeck's help." Obsidian says. "It might be easier for them to convince Feldspar to leave. Because of the whole mentor thing."

Gabbro hums thoughtfully. "You have a point there."

"Why would you have to convince them to leave?" Huh, Gabbro did not expect Esker to be upset by that news.

"Feldspar is tired of being the best." Gabbro says honestly "So, they are taking a break. Their words, not mine."

The group takes a moment to process that news.

"Okay." Hornfels says. "So, Reibeck and Obsidian will take Reibek's ship. And Chert and Gabbro-"

"I don't think I'm fit to fly right now, Hornfels." Chert says tone brooking no argument. "Even though I don't think they're wrong about all that's happened to them, I don't think Obsidian or Gabbro are fit to fly either. So, I'm not going. I'm happy to help Ground Control though. Gabbro can take my ship."

"But if you don't go we'll be one short!" Obsidian argues but is cut off by Gossan.

"Hush, Hatchling. If Chert says they can't fly, they don't fly. You know that." It is standard protocol that the pilot decides if and when they fly.

"But-" Obsidian starts to protest.

"Besides I've been thinking it'd be good to go to space again." Gossan muses. "The only reason I don't, is that the missing eye makes it hard to land a ship in unfamiliar terrain. As long Gabbro has that covered."

"I've got you Gossan." Gabbro confirms. It's been awhile since they've flown together. Or, never, depending how you look at it. Either way it should be interesting.

"You'll really come with us?" Obsidian says grinning.

"As long as there's a plan, Hatchling." Gossan cautions. "If Feldspar has waited this long, they can wait one more evening for us to plan properly."

"Especially since we'll have a decent medic on our side." Gabbro says. 

They'd missed having someone who really knew what they were doing in an emergency around during the loops. Sometimes it was just watching helplessly as your Time Buddy lay in a pool of their own blood,  wheezing their  last breath. It would be good that someone would know what to do.

There's a round of agreement in the little circle they've created. 

"Then we should set up camp." Hornfels says "After dinner, we'll plan."

So that's what they do. Gabbro helps Slate cook while everyone else builds camp. Then they carefully devise a plan for the next morning. As Gabbro falls asleep under the stars they breathe easy for the first time in a long time.

Chapter Text

Obsidian

The Rescue

Obsidian wakes up to the smell of breakfast over a campfire. Giant's Deep hangs above them, stars glittering in the void beyond. Slate sits across from them poking lazily at the fire.

Heart racing, Obsidian sits abruptly in their sleeping bag. At first Obsidian thinks it's just them and Slate. 

"Good morning, Time Buddy!" Gabbro calls from across the fire. The sound of their voice let's Obsidian breathe again. Gabbro was never on Timber Hearth at the start of a loop.

It's not just them and Slate, though some of their party are missing. It seems they're the last to wake.

“Where’d Chert and Hornfels go?” Obsidian chokes out as they crawl out of their bag and roll it up. Their hands shake as they work. 

"They went to see about the angler fish and check flight conditions." Slate says, then "Hatchling, are you okay?"

"I'm okay." Obsidian affirms fighting to keep the quiver from their voice. 

Slate frowns. 

"Slate, why don't you plate up breakfast while I chat with Obsidian." Gabbro says easily. Obsidian is grateful for the distraction.

A moment later Gabbro is at Obsidian's side helping with putting their bedding away. 

"The stars are nice." Gabbro says calmly.

All Obsidian gives is embarrassed silence. 

"Better view than the broken Orbital Probe Cannon." Gabbro presses. Obsidian doesn't want to talk about it. 

"But Slate's ugly face is still here. So I guess you can't win them all." Gabbro adds thoughtfully.

"Hey!" Slate calls across the fire.

Obsidian surprises themselves by chuckling weakly. "I just- for a second I thought I was in the loop." 

Gabbro nods like they figured as much. "Can't promise that won't happen, Buddy. But if it does, you throw me in front of a Memory Statue."

Suddenly a sizzling plate of fried fish and smoked reed cakes is in front of Obsidian's face. Held by a shrugging Slate. "Can't say I'd be much use in a time loop, but if you need an engineer, just tell me and I'll believe you."

"Us too." Hal says, gesturing to themself, Reibeck, and Esker. 

What's left of the terror eases. "Okay." Obsidian sighs looking at Gabbro, "Me too if any of you get caught. Toss me in front of a Memory Statue or just tell me."

"Of course, Hatchling." Slate says, "Now eat, you've got a rescue to conduct." 

So, Obsidian eats and packs. Soon enough they make the short walk back to the Village. It's a beautiful day. Despite the fact that they are headed to Dark Bramble, Obsidian begins to relax.

Chert waits for them by the ships at the edge of the crater. The under construction landing pad is not ready. So, this is the safest place to take off from. 

"They're blind!" Chert confirms excitedly as they approach. "Hornfels distracted it by making noise and I snuck a stick in front of it. It didn't notice a thing!"

It was good to see Chert in a better mood after yesterday. Obsidian had been worried that the truth had been too much for the other Traveler. 

“Good to know.” Obsidian says. “Thanks for finding that out for us.” 

"Of course." Chert says smiling for the first time since this whole thing started.

“Well, now that we have all the necessary  information, let's save Feldspar and then naps for everyone on Giant’s Deep?” Gabbro asks fiddling with their gear. 

“I am not napping on Giant’s Deep.” Chert says almost instantly. “But a nap in general could be good.”

“Me neither.” Reibeck states. “I’m glad I didn't follow you yesterday.”

“After we save Feldspar,” Gossan interrupts, “Gabbro and Obsidian will be redoing training to make sure the two safety programs align.”

“Boo.” Gabbro whines while stretching. “Welp, let's have one last adventure. You ready, Time Buddy?”

“As ready as I can be for Dark Bramble.” Obsidian says sourly.

“Then let's suit up and take off.” Gossan says. “Reibeck you’re with Obsidian.”

“Okay.” Reibeck says, sounding a little faint. 

Obsidian follows Reibeck into the ship even though they will be the one that’s flying. It seems rude to climb into someone else’s ship first.

“Um, I think it should handle like yours does. At least yours, here? Stars, this is confusing. It should be the same though. Just, Slate never gave me autopilot.” Reibeck offers once they’re settled in and are starting take off procedures. Hornfels is in the observatory giving a report of flight conditions over the radio. 

“I don’t use the autopilot Slate gave me.” Obsidian says. “It would regularly try to fly us into the sun and other astral bodies. But it was particularly fond of the sun.” 

Reibeck laughs nervously just as Hornfels gives the go. 

“Got it.” Obsidian replies over the radio. Then all that's left is lift-off.

Gabbro and Obsidian take off at the same time, separating their ships as they escape Timber Hearth’s gravity. Once their course is set Obsidian and Reibeck review the plan with Gossan and Gabbro over the short range radio. Just to make sure everyone is clear on what their role is. They’ll find Feldspar's signal inside Dark Bramble. Obsidian and Reibeck will go in to pull them out. Gabbro and Gossan will stay outside on standby if they need rescue and to provide a signal for Obsidian and Reibeck to follow back out. 

Of course, the plan begins unraveling as soon as they reach the entrance to Dark Bramble. They hover just outside searching for the signal from Feldspar. They should be able to find it out here. To be fair the signal is there, but what they find is off.

“Time Buddy, are you hearing this?” Gabbro asks over the radio. 

Obsidian certainly is. Though they are unsure what this is. They can hear Feldspar’s harmonica being played over the signal scope. The tune is disjointed and off key, with long pauses. 

“It’s going to be difficult to follow that.” Obsidian confirms.

“You could follow the vine in.” Gabbro offers. 

“It won’t work.” Obsidian replies. “At least in our universe, Feldspar’s helmet won’t hold up to space. We’ll waste the chance if that’s the case here too. ”

"And even if we had a spare suit there isn’t a safe way to get them into it without a ship." Gabbro sighs in agreement.

“T-then we try anyways.” Reibeck says. “I can keep my signalscope steady on where the signal last was. As long as they keep playing a little we'll find them.” 

“Hatchlings.” Gossan cautions. “Feldspar would not want you to die trying to rescue them.” 

“We can do this.” Reibeck insists. “We have to.”

Obsidian never expected to see this kind of bravery from Reibeck. But then, Feldspar was their mentor, even if the pilot's antics contributed to Reibecks nervous disposition in both universes. Obsidian takes a moment to really think about whether or not they can complete this mission. While they can't have Feldspar exit through the vine it might still be useful.

“Gabbro, do you think you can take the vine in and play something for us?” Obsidian asks. 

“You got it, Time Buddy.” Gabbro replies. “I’ll fly us over to the cave with the Jellyfish, then Gossan can hold steady back outside the entrance and play their guitar as originally planned. I’ll find Feldspar and meet you inside.” 

“Okay.” Obsidian says. “Then we’re going to loop around. Reibeck hold the signal as best you can. And hold onto something, this first part is going to be fast.”

Obsidian navigates away with the thrusters. Once Obsidian has the distance they want they accelerate towards the entrance.

“Here we go.” Obsidian warns Riebeck before they pass the threshold. Obsidian reaches over and switches off the radio so that someone unexpectedly radioing them doesn’t get them killed. There’s an angler hanging out right by the entrance. It wasn't there during the loops but it made sense that they moved around given more time.

They have to pass so closely that its breath rattles the ship slightly. To Reibeck’s credit they only whimper a little and the signalscope never leaves Feldspar’s harmonica. 

Obsidian directs the ship towards the signal. It’s after they’ve passed through the second node that Feldspar’s harmonica disappears entirely. Obsidian curses under their breath.

“I can’t find it.” Ribeck whispers. “Obsidian, what do we do?”

“We wait for Gabbro.” Obsidian says softly breathing through their own panic. “Keep searching.” 

It’s a tense few moments. The longer it stretches the more worried Obsidian gets. 

“Come on Gabbro.” Obsidian whispers after they’ve passed another angler fish. 

As if to reply, the familiar low tones of Gabbro’s flute finally catch on the signal scope. Sighing in relief Obsidian redirects their ship. The signal isn’t consistent. Gabbro also stops playing every little bit, but they always come back. 

Soon enough the angler fish skeleton comes into view. Though, something’s not right. Obsidian can only watch as Feldspar clearly blocks Gabbro's access to the campfire. Feldspar's stance is tense like they are prepared for a fight. Gabbro's suit is rumpled like there's been one.

"What in the Stars?" Reibeck asks bewildered.

"I think we're about to find out." Obsidian replies while unbuckling their seat belt and heading to the hatch.

It's a quick jetpack hop over the jaws of the fish before what's going on can be heard.

"Hatchling, you can join us at the fire as soon as you put the ax down." Feldspar is saying like they're trying to calm Gabbro down. 

Gabbro looks at their flute in confusion. "My flute?"

"Who is this us Feldspar is talking about?" Reibeck whispers. 

"Somethings wrong." Obsidian says. "Maybe try talking to them?"

"Right, I'll just talk them out of…this." Reibeck says doubtfully. But they try anyway."H-hey Feldspar! I-I bet you didn't expect to-"

"Angler fish!" Feldspar practically screams. "Everyone get down!" 

Reibek follows their mentor's advice and drops to the ground. Obsidian looks around but there are no living anglers in this seed. There never are.

"Feldspar?" Obsidian asks continuing their careful approach.

"It's got one of the hatchlings!" Feldspar yells addressing the empty campfire even as something in their alert posture wavers. "Wee h-ave to s-."

Feldspar's unconscious body slumps to the ground without any further warning. 

Obsidian is at Feldspar's side before they've thought to move. But, they don't know what to do. 

"What do we do?" Obsidian asks Reibeck helplessly. They'd only been a step behind Obsidian. 

"Gossan w-will know."  Reibeck says pulling out their scope. Gabbro nods in agreement but their eyes are scanning the campsite, looking for something.

The steady stains of the guitar are easy to find. 

"Gossan." Obsidian says over the scopes microphone.

"I hear you, Obsidian." Gossan replies.

"Feldspar's having some kind of a fit. They're eyes rolled into the back of their head and now they're twitching." Reibeck is the one to report, "We don't know what to do."

"Put them on their side facing the ground." Gossan says calmly. "Are there any other symptoms?"

“I think they were hallucinating earlier that someone was here.” Obsidian says looking to Gabbro who is now looking at something by the fire. Gabbro had seen more of what Feldspar was doing.

As if aware of Obsidian's scrutiny Gabbro makes a dissatisfied noise. "Gossan if I said I think Feldspar's eaten too much Jellyfish, would you understand what that meant?"

Obsidian certainly didn't. In their universe, Feldspar had said it tasted bad and not to eat it in their notes. Something Gabbro had laughed at when they saw it. The Sun exploded shortly after and Obsidian never got around to asking why. 

Gossan sighs. "Yes. So that's an every universe thing for you, huh?"

"Looks like." Gabbro confirms. "I'll get the sample Porphy will need for the anti-toxin and meet you at the ship."

"I'm going to be trading places with Reibeck to help with the seizures once everyone is out." Gossan says.

"Hatchlings?" Feldspar's voice interrupts weakly.

"Thank the Stars." Reibeck chokes, "We're gonna get you out, Feldspar."

"My friends." Feldspar says waving at the empty campfire. "They'll forget they're not dead."

"Feldspar, no one's here." Obsidian  tries to explain. 

"They're right there." Feldspar says pointing at the fire. 

"There's-" Obsidian begins to argue but is cut off by Reibeck. 

"Feldspar." Reibeck says patiently, "The ships are small. We'll have to get you one at a time."

It takes a moment for Feldspar to agree, but when they do. Reibeck practically carries them to the ship. 

Gabbro grabs Obsidian's shoulder before they can follow. "Be very careful, Time Buddy. Feldspar is likely to freak out at any moment."

"Like have another fit?" Obsidian asks.

Gabbro nods. "Or start screaming about nonexistent dangers in the ship."

Obsidian gets the picture. "We'll watch them."

Gabbro sighs and squeezes their shoulder. "See you outside, 'Sidian."

When they get back into  the ship Feldspar is crying, "They don't want me to go." 

"It's okay." Reibeck promises. "We'll- we'll come back."

Deciding that Reibeck can handle the situation, Obsidian gets into the pilot seat.

"Hey, there's an egg in the pilot's seat." Feldspar complains.

Obsidian decides to ignore Feldspar, and positions their signal scope with their knee. This was easier with Reibecks help.

Luckily, Gossan hasn’t moved. Now, they just need to leave. There’s not really a choice but to fly to the wall of the bramble in Gossan’s direction and hope they find an opening. 

At first it’s going okay. They float along the wall and Reibeck keeps Feldspar quiet. The signal scope says Gossan is just outside. They’re becoming confident that this is almost over, which is when everything goes wrong. 

They've just passed the jaws of a fish when Feldspar starts screaming. "My friends! They'll get eaten!"

"Reibeck, stop them." Obsidian instructs even as they hear the familiar growl of an angler closing in. 

Obsidian slams the thrusters, speeding through a tangle of vines along the wall for cover. Now it's Reibeck screaming in terror.

The angler crashes through the vine barely hindered. 

"Come on." Obsidian pleads unsure who they are encouraging. The angler to stop? The ship to go faster? Dark Bramble to provide an escape. The universe to give them a break just this once? Does it matter?

Obsidian's heart races in their chest as they try to dodge through twisting vines. They never let off the thrusters even for a second. It's death by crash or Angler and Obsidian knows how they'd prefer to go.

The fish is gaining on them but there's a break in the mist ahead. If only Obsidian could reach that beautiful inky void with small points of light. They're lucky that they aren’t just getting released in another node.

It isn't possible to go faster, but Obsidian tries anyway.  The ship passes over the entrance just as a toothy jaw collides with the wall. Obsidian manages to stop the ship's momentum more or less next to Gabbro and Gossan.

Obsidian isn't sure if they want to sob or cheer in relief. There isn't time for it now, they aren't done. 

"Feldspar, isn't breathing right." Reibeck says urgently.

A quick look shows that Feldspar is unconscious, their breathing is shallow. 

Obsidian doesn't know what to do. Before they go into a full panic, Gossan taps on the hull of the ship. In an instant Reibeck switches places with the more experienced astronaut and Obsidian only waits long enough for Gossan to find a place to work before they are speeding the ship in the direction of home.

Chapter Text

Gabbro

Past Mistakes

"Do you have it?" Gossan asks urgently as soon as Gabbro sticks their head through the hatch. Gabbro's oxygen tank refills as they pull themselves through the hatch and close it behind themselves. It's a good thing too. They had gotten low on air during their journey through the vine and around the remains of the planet Dark Bramble grew from. 

Gossan is watching them coolly. The flight coaches' hands remain steady on their guitar despite the seriousness of the situation. Gabbro had always wanted to be like Gossan when they were a hatchling, back when that sort of thing mattered to them. 

"Yup. Pulled a new sample myself since there's no telling what Feldspar has done to theirs. Hopefully they didn’t do anything that will keep the anti-toxin from working. It's not fun coming out of a Jellyfish trip on your own." Gabbro confirms. They aren’t sure Feldspar will be able to recover on their own. Not when this fun little trip is looking a lot more like poisoning.

Since there isn’t really anywhere else to go, Gabbro makes themselves comfy at the controls. Well as comfortable as possible. Chert is tiny and Gabbro isn't. It's a lot cramped in the cockpit. 

Gabbro doesn't like the way Gossan is looking at them. It's a very Slate sort of expression. For the second time in as many days Gabbro feels like a faulty engine.

"Looking at me like that isn't going to fix whatever it is that you think needs fixing." Gabbro states stubbornly.

Gossan starts to reply, but whatever they were going to say is drowned out by the scream of rockets and roar of angler fish.  Gabbro barely looks up in time to see Reibeck's ship burst out of Dark Bramble like it'd been spat out of the White Hole. A giant fang juts out of the hole like a spike. Obsidian only just manages to stop nearby. Thrusters painting the permanent night sky orange. 

"We'll talk later." Gossan promises and is gone through the previously closed hatch. 

Gabbro taps their knee restlessly as they wait for Reibeck. They need to go, now. With how much Jellyfish it looks like Feldspar ate, if they don't get Feldspar the anti-toxin in time there's a good chance it will kill them. But, they also can’t leave Reibeck in space. Speaking of…

"Feldspar is unconscious and having trouble breathing." Reibeck announces closing the hatch and settling by a shelf they can hold onto. They're going to need it. “Gossan was checking their pulse when I left.”

Gabbro was afraid of that. It’s probably bad if the toxin starts affecting a Hearthian’s heart, Gabbro had never reached that point but Porphy had sid there were some worrying compounds in Jellyfish after they did some testing of it.

The anti-toxin is likely their only chance. Gabbro flicks on the main channel on their radio and presses on the thruster a second behind Obsidian.  "Time Buddy, where are you planning on landing once we get home?"

"Micha's Landing Pad. It's the closest to Gneiss."  Obsidian says calmly. Which means they're still thinking things through despite the medical emergency playing out in their ship. Good.

Obsidian’s plan is good too. Landing on the test pad isn't even that dangerous. Micha's Landing Pad is simply the old Launch Pad, before Rutile made Outer Wilds Ventures move it because of all the fires caused by liftoff. But, Obsidian wasn’t lifting off, were they?

There's white noise over the radio as someone pings the conversation. Hornfels is on this line, of course. Likely with Slate, Esker and Chert too. It’s okay. They probably needed to check in with Ground Control anyways.

"Are you sure you can execute that maneuver Obsidian? Rutile is going to have a fit." Hornfels says. Gabbro notices that the comment isn’t really a no. “If you damage the village they'll be going on about it for weeks.” 

"It's fine. They'll calm down when Feldspar lives." Gabbro counters. Then, "Feldspar's eaten an appalling amount of Jellyfish. Someone needs to tell Porphy to get started on the Jellyfish anti-toxin, I've got the last ingredient with me. Gneiss should meet Obsidian and Gossan at Micha's Landing  Pad."

“Got it, Gabbro.” Chert says and presumably goes to provide instructions to Porphy and Gneiss.

"Gabbro, if I land on the landing pad but you have the ingredient-?" Obsidian doesn't finish their question but Gabbro understands what they're asking. The sooner Porphy can add the last ingredient the more likely it is that Feldspar will live. It’s almost as crucial that Gabbro land in the village as it is that Obsidian does. 

"I'm going to have Reibeck land on the ridge." Gabbro says, hoping that Obsidian gets the point. They don't want to get yelled at by the Founders before they execute a stupid stunt. There will be enough time for that after Feldspar is saved.

"Got it." Obsidian says. Normally a situation like this would make them laugh. But, Feldspar dying probably isn’t very funny right now. "I'll try not to land on you."

"Appreciate it, Time Buddy." Gabbro says killing the radio. It's like a race taking the long flight home as quick as possible.

Too long later they're approaching Giant's Deep. Hopefully Gossan is too busy with Feldspar to notice Gabbro and Obsidian using the gravity of Giant's Deep like a slingshot. It's not even that dangerous of a maneuver, even doing it with two ships, and Gabbro really needs to get to Timber Hearth with Obsidian. This will provide the boost they both need.

"Reibeck. Make sure you're holding on to something, Bud." Gabbro instructs. 

"W-why?” Reibeck replies, clinging to the shelf as Gabbro enters Giant's Deep's orbit. The other Traveler screams a moment later when the ship is  halfway around Giant’s Deep and Gabbro uses the momentum to hurl themselves back out and towards Timber Hearth. Luckily Giant's Deep is as close to Timber Hearth as it ever gets.

They soar alongside Obsidian’s ship. It's a good thing they turned off the radio. It's a sure bet that one of the Founders is yelling at them right now. So much better to readjust the course in the relative peace of Riebeck laughing nervously and asking where they'd learned to do that.

They don't chat much in the very long mad rush home. Eventually, it’s time to prepare for landing. 

"So, I'm going to get the ship on the trajectory I need, Reibeck." Gabbro says casually, like what they're about to do is in no way dangerous. Nothing to worry about. 

"S-sure." Reibeck replies nervously. "What does that have to do with me?"

"When we're over Micha's Landing Pad, you're going to open the hatch. I'll jump into one of the little geysers, and you're going to take over piloting the ship to land it on the edge of the crater. Got it?"

"Th-that's- that's crazy! No!" Reibeck says.

"You've got this." Gabbro says trying to come up with a reason Reibeck might agree. "And hey you get to be the hero in the next story you tell Feldspar."

"This- its to get the anti-toxin to Porphy faster?" Reibeck asks hesitantly. 

"Fastest way I know." Gabbro promises. "If it helps, I've done it before with no issues." After lots of practice. After they kind of were able to understand Obsidian's reasoning for repeatedly tackling the Sun Station until they'd obtained perfection. After death stopped being more than a bad memory. Reibeck didn't need to know any of that right now.

"This is so dangerous." Reibeck's sigh is resigned. "But if it will help Feldspar."

Timber Hearth is looming closer and in a second they will be in orbit. "It will." 

"Fine." Riebeck says in a tone that takes Gabbro back to when they were hatchlings and Gabbro had convinced Riebeck to do something against the rules. It had been very difficult in those days to convince Riebeck to do anything that might get them in trouble. 

Gabbro turns their attention back to Timber Hearth. The Village crater is turning up fast and if the geysers go when they think they will-  yep the timing is perfect.

"Now!" Gabbro orders unbuckling their belt and leaping from the pilot seat. 

Reibeck has just opened the hatch when Gabbro slips through it and into open space.  There’s a moment of weightlessness before gravity grabs hold of their momentum and they are falling. At the last moment they use the jetpack to slow their descent, falling perfectly into the geyser closest to the landing pad. Finally, when they were just starting to think they miss timed it, the geyser erupts again. 

They get launched towards space, passing a landing Obsidian on the way up. They wave because it’s always nice to say hi, even in an emergency. Then gravity once again wins its argument with momentum and Gabbro is falling back down towards the in progress launch pad. Gabbro lands heavily on one of the bracers using their jetpack. At least from there it’s an easy jump down to Porphy’s. 

Porphy of course is hard at work in their cabin. Gabbro lets themselves in, there will be time for politeness later. As expected Gabbro finds Porphy in the kitchen stirring a boiling anti-toxin on the wood burning stove. 

“Delivery.” Gabbro states as Porphy stares at them in open shock. 

Porphy shakes their head to recover from the surprise. Then they’re all business. “Do you have the jellyfish?”

“Right here.” Gabbro says handing  it off to the only Hearthian who will actually know what to do with it. 

Porphy thanks them and turns back to their stove to  finish making the anti-toxin. Gabbro takes that for the dismissal it is and heads back outside. They get outside just in time to see Gossan disembark from Reibeck’s ship holding Feldspar. Gabbro watches for the steady rise and fall of Feldspar’s chest. Breathing a sigh of relief when they see for themselves that Gossan managed to get Timber Hearth's first astronaut stable again. 

Gneiss and Tektite had been waiting on Gneiss' porch. They both  hurry over to help get Feldspar inside. Gabbro is relieved to see the old Tree Keeper there too. That's everyone who can help.

Knowing that there isn’t anything else for them to do, Gabbro walks over to Obsidian who is standing by Reibecks ship. They look like they don’t know what to do with themselves now that the emergency has passed from their hands. 

Once they’re standing with their Time Buddy Gabbro takes off their helmet. Sighing at the feeling of geyser spray hitting their face. They were getting a little warm. Obsidian looks like they are enjoying the feeling of the spray on their face as well. 

On the ridge Reibeck is setting Chert's ship down. Gabbro is glad that all worked like it was supposed to. They would have hated to have lied to Reibeck about everything being fine. 

“Well, we made it.” Obsidian says. Gabbro’s Time Buddy just sounds tired. Which is about how Gabbro feels.

“That we did.” Gabbro agrees. They should probably take off the rest of their suits but it’s so easy to just stand by the geysers and let everyone else be busy for a moment. 

The other Founders are running down from The Observatory now. They’ll probably be busy for a while fretting over Feldspar. Gabbro could just stand here for a bit, maybe get out their hammock and find a nice set of trees. They’d need to light a fire. Obsidian is probably itching to eat their weight in undercooked marshmallows.

“So, what was the deal with the jellyfish? How’d you know that’s what was making Feldspar sick?” Obsidian asks when Gabbro lets the silence stretch too long. 

“New astronaut mistake.” Gabbro says. “You’ve had your share of those you know.”

“I don’t tend to eat the random space things I find.” Obsidian replies knowingly.

"Well, you know." Gabbro shrugs. Obsidian didn't really have an issue with Gabbro's tendency to eat or inhale strange space fumes or their regular use of stream moss. Just like Gabbro stopped questioning Obsidian's joy in ripping their own life from death's grip, even if it was only for two more minutes.

In their universe the Founders tended to frown at Gabbro for the moss and fumes, but Gabbro didn't care. They could work and be relaxed at the same time. Thank you very much. The Quantum Poem wouldn't have existed if it weren't for stream moss.

If anything Obsidian’s indifference did more to slow Gabbro's usage than the Founder's frowns ever did. Well, that and it was harder to keep up with an astronaut who leapt before they thought while high. It kind of became a matter of necessity that Gabbro not consume more than they already had right before the start of the loop.

Gabbro doesn't even mind telling Obsidian that they'd discovered jellyfish will give you funny little hallucinations after Feldspar made it to the core of Giant's Deep. Or that they'd brought extra home once when Chert was being insufferable and everyone had once again taken Chert's side. They just didn’t want to talk about it in the village now that people were starting to remember they were there.

"But I don't know." Obsidian presses. Their grin says they're fully aware that they are being annoying and that they don't plan to stop anytime soon. They should really learn better ways to destress than being a pest. Like some nice stream moss, as a suggestion.

"Stop fishing for a story and take the suits up to the Observatory, why don't you?" Gabbro is technically still the Senior Traveler here and they're going to take advantage of it if Obsidian is going to be like this. 

Obsidian of course accepts the instruction willingly, because they are a pest. Gabbro hands off their helmet and slips out of their pack and jacket.

"Meet you at the Traveler’s Cabin?" Obsidian asks before they leave, arms laden with the gear. Gabbro would feel bad but there's going to be a crowd of hatchlings following Obsidian up to the Observatory as soon as Gabbro turns around. They can split the load amongst themselves.

"Yeah, I'll get started on some drinks." Gabbro promises and turns away to the cabin. They can't quite contain their grin at the sound of little feet rushing to join Obsidian. Maybe, once they got their bearing everything would be okay. It would be nice to not have to worry for a while.

Chapter Text

Obsidian

Lost in Translation

The anti-toxin works and Feldspar lives. The next few days has the village in a lively mood. Everyone is celebrating Feldspar's return even if Feldspar isn't well enough to celebrate with them yet. They're weak from starvation and are still taken by uncontrollable tremors sometimes.

Porphy spends their mornings making  fresh batches of 'Rescue Wine' in honor of Feldspar being found. The fourth day Obsidian helps them for a little, then heads to The Observatory. Training, and most space related duties, have been postponed until the Founders stop fretting over Feldspar for more than five minutes at a time. 

The Observatory hadn't technically been closed though. Obsidian needed to have a quiet moment to themselves and no one would be there. If anyone asked what they were doing there Obsidian would say they were looking at the translator tool.

Of course, people stop Obsidian as they make their way to The Observatory. Villagers stop them to share the dirt and ask about their daring rescue into Dark Bramble. But it's exactly that which  Obsidian is trying to escape. People want to know how they knew Feldspar was there, and Obsidian didn't know what to say. They end up repeating themselves verbatim to everyone's dissatisfaction. They'd just heard the harmonica no one else had. How lucky! After the relative predictability of the loops, other people could be a lot.

Eventually though they get to the Observatory. The hatchlings that usually hang around are helping Gneiss and Rutile with chores around the village. So, it's quiet outside. Obsidian takes a moment to enjoy the feeling of the sun on their scales before heading inside.

The Museum isn't as empty as Obsidian had expected it to be. In fact, excluding the Founders who refuse to leave Feldspar's side, it seems the entirety of Outer Wilds Ventures is here working on various projects. 

Hal and Reibeck are at the piece of wall Feldspar brought back ages ago. Parts of the translator tool are shoved off to the side as they sort through piles of pictures of Nomai text. 

Gabbro is sitting with the Quantum Shard, meditating. Everyone always accuses them of napping, but Obsidian can tell the difference now. They wonder what new theory will come out of this meditation session. 

Above them, Obsidian can hear the creak of floor boards near the computer. If Obsidian were to take a guess, they'd say it's Chert watching the stars. Likely checking the charts for any sign of unusual supernova.

When Obsidian walks in everyone on the ground floor looks at them. Even Gabbro has a lower eye cracked open.

"Uh, hi." Obsidian says, waving awkwardly.

“Obsidian! Good, you’re here!” Hal says waving from the spot on their floor. “We could really use your help!”

Obsidian glances over at Gabbro one more time to make sure they aren’t needed. Their Time Buddy has gone back to having all their eyes closed, but is smiling contentedly.

“Yeah.” Obsidian says easily walking over to join the other two. “That’s actually why I came up here. I thought I’d try to see what the hang up is with the translator.”

“Have at it.” Hal says. “Reibeck and I gave up on the mechanics a while ago. We’re going through the manual translations. That way we have a large data set when we start on the programming."

So, Obsidian sits with Reibeck and Hal trying to figure out where the previous version of themselves had left off in production. They'd definitely figured out the text viewer but were missing the reading lens. 

"It looks like you haven't gotten around to building the reader yet, Buddy." Gabbro says, peering over their shoulder. Obsidian had been so absorbed in their work that they hadn't noticed them coming over. 

"I know that." Obsidian grumbles, "I'm just trying to remember how I 'got around to building the reader', as you so eloquently put  it. I think the housing for the lens is broken…"

"I can help when you get to programming. Something I said or did during a visit with the last one gave you an idea. If we'd been Time Buddies then you would have smacked me good with how excited you got." Gabbro pauses thoughtfully before shaking their head. "I don't remember what though. Lenses are a question for Chert." 

"What's a question for me?" Chert asks from the top of the ramp. "I thought I heard Obsidian arrive."

"Lenses!" Gabbro replies, folding their legs so that they are sitting next to Obsidian. There's still space for Chert between Obsidian and Reibeck. "Obsidian has questions."

Intrigued by the subject of lenses, Chert joins them on the ground floor. "So, what seems to be the problem?"

Obsidian explains what they are trying to do and where they think the issues lie to Gabbro and Chert with Reibeck and Hal chiming in with their thoughts. Eventually the manual translation is abandoned altogether in favor of the hardware.

For what Hal insists is at least the twentieth time they end up disassembling the device. This time Chert and Hal take over the lenses while Obsidian, Reibeck and Gabbro try to figure out the rest of the reader. Obsidian knows there's some little trick to it, a part maybe,  but it's been a very long time since they built the translator and they can't recall what.

It's slow work but Obsidian can tell that progress is being made. This translator probably won't end up working exactly like their old translator, but that's okay. They don't really want it to, hopefully this translator tool will be even better. Obsidian already had several ideas on improvements, the next step will be to get their hands on a Nomai staff.

They've all been working for about an hour when there's the sound of footsteps in the entryway. Obsidian would ask who was there, since it sounded like a group. But Feldspar answers before they can ask. 

"I am fine, Hornfels. Stop worrying. That goes double for you, Gossan.  It's like Slate's the only one who didn't go soft while I was gone. Sorry Esker, but you've always been cuddly." Feldspar says in the entryway. They sound irritated by being cared for now that they aren't in immediate danger. "Now where are those hatchlings? They're going to answer a pop quiz for everyone's peace of mind."

"You should be in bed." Gossan says a thud of a boot indicating Feldspar was stopped midstep. "Not up here in the thick of it. We have a handle on the situation for now. We just wanted to tell you what was actually happening before Gneiss started telling you any of the even crazier rumors flying around."

"Time makes room for doubts, Gossan. And it sounds like you all, understandably, still have a few of those." Feldspar says, "Best to get it over with quickly. Then I promise to take a break."

Gossan sighs defeatedly and Feldspar rounds the corner. 

"Hatchlings! You're here!" Feldspar exclaims like everyone hadn't heard the argument outside. "Just the Hearthians I was looking for."

"Hi Feldspar." Reibeck says, sounding relieved to see their mentor back to normal. "How are you feeling? We were all worried."

Feldspar waves the question off. "I'm fine. Fit as a fiddle." 

As if to prove it Feldspar sits on the ground next to Gabbro. They only have to steady themselves a little on the way down, primarily using Gabbro's head as a leaning post. Their shoulders only shake a little once their seated.

"It's good to see all of you!" Feldspar says far too cheerfully to be natural. "I wanted to thank everyone for their part in my rescue. Reibeck, good job making it into Dark Bramble and keeping Obsidian and Gabbro from fighting."

"Them arguing isn't really a concern anymore." Reibeck says turning to Esker. "I thought you decided to tell Feldspar. It sounded like you did, when you were outside, just now."

"Oh they told me." Feldspar says. "Though it's difficult to believe. Obsidian and Gabbro not arguing? Ha! Seemed like the best course of action was to investigate for myself. Which is why it's quiz time. Who wants to tell me what's inside Dark Bramble?"

"Um, mist? Vines?" Reibeck says from their limited experience there.

"Angler fish?" Chert offers, sending a thoughtful look at the small one floating in the nearby tank.

"Not you!" Hal comments brightly.

"Ha! Good one, Hatchling." Feldspar laughs. Then their expression sobers and they turn to Obsidian and Gabbro. "No thoughts from you two?"

Gabbro and Obsidian share a long look. Obsidian lets Gabbro know this is their problem with a lifted eyebrow. 

Gabbro snorts at the game like Obsidian knew they would. 

"Sure. Would you like us to start with my theories regarding the dimensional  physics and metaphysics of Dark Bramble or dive right into Obsidian's archeological findings?" Gabbro asks, their expression is lazy. But Obsidian can tell Gabbro is getting annoyed at being questioned at every turn. Or maybe that's just Obsidian. 

“While I’m sure the physics debate is fascinating, and we will go there Gabbro, let’s start with something a little more concrete.” Feldspar muses.

 "Well then, do you want to start with Escape Pod 3 or the Vessel?" Obsidian asks accepting defeat in the competition to not go first graciously.

"Assume I don't know anything about the place." Feldspar replies mysteriously.

"What's the Vessel?" Reibeck's tone of voice is somewhere between intrigued professional and excited Hatchling by a campfire.

"Okay, I guess I can tell it that way." Obsidian says looking at the piece of Nomai pottery a short distance away. 

"Everyone knows that it's likely that the Nomai weren't from our solar system, because of the strange animals on their pottery?" Obsidian asks.

"Of course." Feldspar says, trying to stay impartial, but it was kind of ruined by the beginnings of a tired grin. The rest of the group nods along, this is all but accepted fact.

"Well the spaceship that proves it is still crashed in the middle of Dark Bramble." Obsidian informs the group. "It's distress beacon ran out of power a long time ago and you can only find it by finding the Escape Pod. The Vessel is caught in a knot of vines which is what prevented everyone from escaping easily when it crashed."

Everyone is paying attention now. Intrigued by this new information regarding the Nomai. The  fact that there was proof the Nomai were from a different system was probably groundbreaking for the others.

"The Vessel is pretty cool, though totally busted." Gabbro says. "There's a hole ripped in the side and most of the ship is closed off. There are a lot of dead Nomai, sadly. But, you can get into- I guess it's the cockpit of the ship. There's a broken Advanced Warp Core which is what was used to power the ship." 

Feldspar hums thoughtfully. "So, you can get into it. It was hard to explore with just the scout."

"I thought you were supposed to be impartial." Esker observes from where they are leaning against the wall of Nomai text but they sound amused by the whole thing.

"I am." Feldspar asserts stubbornly.  "I'm impartially saying that it's good that you can get into the cockpit."

"I think they called that area The Bridge." Obsidian says. "Anyways, to finish off the not headache-inducing side of the quiz, there were four escape pods on The Vessel. One never left The Vessel but the others did launch. Escape Pod 1 crashed on Brittle Hollow, Escape Pod 2 made it to Ember Twin, and Escape Pod 3 never got out of Dark Bramble."

Obsidian stops talking. The story of Escape Pod 3 is heartbreaking. It had hurt to witness, stuck as they were in the inevitable death of everything. It still hurts.

Feldspar picks up on Obsidian's change in mood. "You okay Hatchling?"

Obsidian sniffs and nods. They aren't going to cry about it again. They aren't. But everyone wants to know. 

"I can tell it." Obsidian cuts off their concern harshly. They have to tell it to be believed. "It's still there, wrapped up in a vine. They didn't have enough oxygen to stay. They tried to return to The Vessel, but all they found was a smaller seed leading to it. They died alone and scared and-"

The words stop coming with a strangled sob. Obsidian buries their face in their knees, distantly embarrassed that they are crying like this in front of everyone but unable to stop the tears from falling. Talking about it brought to mind what it actually felt like to die alone and scared. Obsidian was so intimately familiar with such situations the memories had overcome them.

Of course, Gabbro is there in an instant, a comforting arm around their shoulders. But it's Gossan's hand rubbing the soothing circle on their back and Hal sitting in front of them holding their trembling hand.

"They had each other." Gabbro says reassuringly. Like when they'd first found the wreck and it was Gabbro who got choked up about the tragedy before them. That had been Obsidian's attempt at reassurance, even through their own tears. 

Obsidian nods trying desperately to get themselves under control. But the tears keep coming, because so much has been lost. They know now that loss is part of gain, part of making something new. But it doesn’t keep it from hurting.

"It's all right to cry 'Sidian." Hal says soothingly. "That must have been hard to see."

"You both have been through a lot." Gossan adds sorrowfully. "It's okay if you're not okay. Both of you."

Their comforting words help, but it's Gabbro's slow breathing that Obsidian is able to follow back to some semblance of normalcy. It’s in the following awkward silence that Obsidian understands something.

“Feldspar, who exactly were you seeing back in Dark Bramble?” Obsidian is unable to stop themselves from asking. 

Feldspar rubs the back of their neck self consciously. “If you’re asking, you know, Hatchling. Though I never visited The Vessel. It was just in the node above the escape pod and getting there was pure dumb luck.” 

Without a Time Buddy in need of comfort Gabbro settles beside Obsidian once more. Though, this time they’re using Obsidian’s shoulder as a head rest. Why Obsidian is everyone’s chosen leaning post is a mystery to Obsidian. Obsidian wipes away their tears on their sleeve.

“I think Escall and her clan would appreciate you thinking about them.” Gabbro says softly from what appears to be their new spot. 

“Escall?” Chert asks as they scoot over to make room for Gossan on the floor next to Obsidian. 

“Nomai travel in clans, like the group that came here. Escall was the name of the clan’s leader?” Gabbro says uncertainly. “I don’t really know how to describe their role.”

“Like Rutile for the village, or the Founders for us.” Obsidian says. “Someone to provide guidance and make decisions as they traveled through space.” 

“Huh.” Reibeck says thoughtfully. “And you learned this thanks to the translator?” 

“Yeah.” Obsidian says.

Reibeck shakes their head thoughtfully. “We have got to get ours working. There’s so much to learn!”

“Well, then let’s have a look at it.” Slate says joining the rest of the group on the ground. “Someone go get Esker a chair, we’re going to need their input too.” 

Chapter Text

Gabbro

A Deserved Break

The week after Feldspar's quiz passes by in a blur for Gabbro. For once, it's not because of any extra activities Gabbro may or may not be participating in. The speediness of time is just because they are so busy.

Every morning starts early. Gabbro and Obsidian head off to the Zero G cave before dawn. Feldspar, who is beginning to regain the weight they lost in Dark Bramble typically joins them. Though Gossan is currently only allowing them to observe the proceedings. Worried about the tremors that still occasionally wrack their small frame and momentary lapses in memory. 

Gabbro thinks the official line is that it was decided Feldspar might be due for a little remedial safety training themselves. 

Then lunch time is spent with Obsidian more focused on the translator than eating. More often than not Gabbro, Hal, and Reibeck end up working on it as well. 

The other two often bring food and are not sneaky about making Obsidian and Gabbro eat while they work. But Gabbro does forget to eat often, so they try to just be grateful someone cares.

Oftentimes Slate will stop in to help if they aren't headfirst in one of the ships. If not it's another member of Outer Wilds Ventures stopping by to learn more about Gabbro and Obsidian's findings during the time loop. 

In the afternoons Gabbro goes to help Slate with the ships as thanks for whatever assistance Slate had been able to provide on the Translator. Gabbro isn't an aerospace engineer, regardless of what Slate taught this universe's original version of themselves. They're not a shabby mechanic though and it is interesting to help. 

It's not really a problem that even Mica seems to know more about the ships than them. It's fun to listen to the young hatchling offer advice, from a safe distance away. If only Slate would stop giving Gabbro the same looks they were giving the troublesome mechanisms. Or expecting Gabbro to know things they simply never learned.

Obsidian often stays buried in the Translator. They've gotten the device to lock on and expand the Nomai text now. It just needs to actually translate it.

Dinner is always spent in the village as a community affair. The Traveler's tend to eat together around a campfire, with curious hatchlings running between groups and various people stopping by to ask about the program. 

Worried eyes stray towards Obsidian and Gabbro during this part of the day. It's easy to forget that everyone doesn't know what's happening. Easy to say something confusing or wrong to Tektite or Porphy or any of the others from The Village. Harder to stop the influx of increasingly awkward questions without offending. 

Eventually, things quiet down and it's just the Travelers talking about the stars and their plans. Obsidian and Gabbro will share bits and pieces of what they know as it seems relevant. Each thought gets painstakingly added to Hornfels list. 

Elements of the Ash Twin Project, Warp Pads, and the two major Nomai cities were on the list, but not everything. It was hard to talk about The Eye itself, or Solanum, or The Stranger. So, they just didn't mention those things. It's not like their silence hurt anything. 

Even holding some major pieces back it was clear that once Obsidian and Gabbro are cleared for flight they were going to be busy retracing their steps across the solar system proving that their findings are applicable here as well.

All of that to say that the week had been exhausting. During the loops, Gabbro had made sure they took breaks. A couple loops off was required after a non-supernova related traumatic death or injury, as was at least one after they found something big or very dangerous. 

It's how they'd gotten into geyser jumping and warp hopping for fun. Occasionally Obsidian would join Gabbro in tasting or smelling things they probably shouldn't for a loop. What was it going to do, kill them? Sometimes they'd camp out somewhere they hadn't yet to watch, or pointedly not watch, as the stars went out one by one. They'd visit the others too, though that was always a bittersweet day at best. 

Gabbro missed resting. So, they make a decision. 

When most of the village has cleared and it's primarily the Travelers left, Gabbro is declaring their intent to go camping. They'd be back in a few days, they just needed a rest. A few days in a hammock would do them good. Though they'd have to bring two. Obsidian would certainly join them at some point and inevitably forget to pack anything but their sleeping bag. Which was just a tragedy.

Soon enough the fires start burning low and the hatchlings are all shuffled off to bed. Most of the old-timers follow soon after. Now, it's just the crew of Outer Wilds Ventures and Marl, Tektite, and Porphy  who aren’t showing any sign of leaving soon.

“Obsidian, Gabbro. I’d like to talk about the agenda for training tomorrow.” Gossan says. 

Gabbro shakes their head. “No can do Gossan. I have plans with my hammock.” 

“Gabbro-” Gossan start’s to argue but Gabbro shakes their head.

“I need a break, Gossan.” 

Obsidian nods their head in agreement. “I could honestly use one too. I want to get everything done but we’ve been working morning till night for over a week. We had the rescue before that and the meeting before that! I didn't work this hard during-" Obsidian casts a glance at Marl, Porphy, and Tektite,  "I don't think Gabbro or I have ever worked this hard."

Tektite snorts. “And what will the new enemies turned friends spend their break doing?"

It's said with the same mixture of mild amusement and deep concern that everyone in the village addresses their friendship with. Like it was nice while it lasted even though nothing had ended. It was getting harder for Gabbro to understand where they were coming from. It didn't help that no one would explain why Gabbro and Obsidian had hated each other in this universe.

"I'm going camping." Gabbro says.

Obsidian nods like they had expected as much. "Can we go on at least one adventure too? I want to check Mining Site 2a."

Hornfels opens their notebook and scribbles that down.

Gabbro groans. "You're still bad at not working. You're coming camping because apparently someone needs to teach you how to rest, despite my best efforts."

It's Hal who laughs at this. "How's that been going for you, Gabbro?"

"Slowly." Gabbro grumbles.

"If Gabbro and Obsidian are taking off, I think I might go back to B-brittle Hollow for a month. I want to get some more text samples for the translator. " Reibeck says. "I'll come back for the next meeting, of course."

"If Reibeck is leaving, I should have them drop me off at the Attlerock. The trees shouldn't be left for too long on their own." Esker says from their rocking chair.

"Not until you learn to tap trees!" Porphy exclaims pointing a finger at Esker. "The moon wine is important."

"I could get behind some moon wine." Gabbro muses. Its harmless fun, might actually be tasty, and would tie Esker back to Timber Hearth now that the lunar outpost is less of a necessity.

Esker sighs, but they're also smiling."Do you mind delaying the trip a few hours, Reibeck?"

Reibeck shakes their head. "Of course not, I'll be ready when you are."

"I could really use a better view than the crater allows for some of the observations I'm trying to complete." Chert declares. "I might head back to Ember Twin for a while. If that's okay with you, Hornfels."

"Of course. I'd like some updated charts, considering-" Hornfels says distractedly.

"That means there's no ships on Timber Hearth." Feldspar interrupts to keep Hornfels from saying too much.

"I've almost got the first ship built, 'Spars." Slate says. "I've been working on modifications so that it's yours. But, while you're recovering it can act as the backup ship in case of an emergency."

"And we can war- get to pretty much everywhere but the Attlerock, which is honestly just a geyser jump away." Obsidian points out. "Well, I mean, obviously not Dark Bramble, but we'd need a whole plan for another expedition there anyways."

"Ugh plans." Feldspar says as if the whole concept morally offends them. They're still picking at their dinner. It's a toss up if it's from the general loss of appetite or the tremors that had overtaken them earlier.

"What do you think we're doing right now, pal?" Gossan asks, laughing. 

"I know and it's terrible." Feldspar says. "But, I guess I could use a break too. Gneiss keeps yelling at me to rest. And they might be onto something."

"So, it's a plan?" Hornfels asks. "We'll work on getting things together for the next big exploration while those of us who have been injured take a break?"

Gabbro thinks that sure is a quaint way to say 'are traumatized'. They appreciate not being called out for it though. They'll have to find a way to help Hornfels when they get back.

"Sounds like." Gossan says. "While my students are resting I'll go over the safety program to make sure there isn't anything we need to add."

"Hey! Don't call me a student!" Feldspar exclaims. "I'm not a hatchling!"

"Could have fooled me." Esker teases. They're the oldest of the group and know they'll get away with it.

"While the hatchlings rest, I'll keep working on their ships." Slate adds mischievously. “The sooner we get them up and running the sooner we can start looking into things.” 

"I am not a hatchling!" Feldspar says again, like insisting on their way has ever stopped the other founders from teasing them.

"I think you are being unfair." Chert joins in. "Since Gabbro and Obsidian are both old-"

Chert stops talking, realizing that it's not just the Travelers hanging out by the fire. "Uh."

"Oh, is this the part where you tell us why Gabbro and Obsidian went from being grounded indefinitely for medical reasons to flying into Dark Bramble and somehow finding Feldspar in only two days, despite a clear worsening of symptoms?" Porphy asks Gossan pointedly.

"Um..it's a secret?" Gossan squeaks. They actually squeak at the end of secret, like a little rock lizard. In a different situation Gabbro would be rolling with laughter. 

The rest of Outer Wilds Ventures remain stubbornly silent. Gabbro is touched that their friends are willing to stand by them…even when Gabbro and Obsidian aren't quite who they remember them to be. But if privacy is going to cause tension between The Village and Outer Wilds Ventures Gabbro doesn't want it.

But, the rigid silence next to Gabbro reminds them that their thoughts aren't the only ones that matter here. It's something Gabbro and Obsidian need to discuss during their break. Obsidian always had been a lot more private with  their life, it wouldn't be surprising if they didn't want everyone to know.

Porphy lets the stony silence hang and then sighs. "Fine. Keep your secrets, as long as you don’t think anyone else will get hurt from it. I'm going to bed." They pat Gossan on the shoulder once and leave for the night.

The silence grows awkward and Tektite sighs. "I can see that you all have some things to discuss among yourselves, and we have trees to keep in the morning. Come on Marl, I want to talk to you about tomorrow's main job. Night everyone."

Now it is just Outer Wilds Ventures around the campfire. But the levity from earlier in the evening is gone. No one really knows what to say. 

"Well,” Feldspar says into the still tense awkward silence. "That happened. And we were having such fun too."

Gossan sighs. "We should probably figure out what to tell the village. No offense Hal but I'd like to avoid another incident with the Tree Keepers."

"None taken." Hal says. Why did they sound guilty to Obsidian's ears?

"What would we say? Good news everybody, Gabbro and Obsidian aren't crazy! They're just from another universe!" Slate scoffs and prods the fire with their marshmallow stick. "Yeah, that will go over real well."

"I mean it'd have to be anecdotal, but we do have supporting evidence." Hornfels says tapping their nose. "Anecdotal evidence is often what the village prefers anyways."

"How about, we ask Gabbro and Obsidian what their thoughts are on the matter?" Esker interrupts. "Before we start planning how best to tell everyone their life story without permission."

The Founders go quiet looking at them expectantly. Gabbro waits. They know they’re fine with it, which means the only possible dissenter is Obsidian.

“Can Gabbro and I talk about it while we’re out?” Obsidian asks, sounding uncertain in the face of something so huge. “I- I know we have to say something. But, I’m not comfortable with it being everything.”

“We haven’t really told the venture everything yet.” Gabbro states, because it’s true. 

They probably won’t ever tell the entirety of Outer Wilds Ventures everything. Not out of malice, but it was years of always trying to save a doomed universe. Then living every second of life Gabbro and Obsidian could wrestle out of the same day because they honestly believed there wouldn’t be anymore once they were done. Not just for them, but at all.

There simply wasn’t a way to put all that they had experienced into words. And as close as this universe is, their universe doesn’t exist anymore. There’s some things only Gabbro and Obsidian can really understand. Gabbro doesn’t want to share everything either, but that doesn’t mean they want the Village totally in the dark. 

“No one’s expecting you to tell us everything.” Slate says calmly. Still trying to get the fire just the way they want it. 

“Especially not all at once.” Gossan adds. “We believe you. That’s enough for now. 

It’s as much a reminder that Gabbro and Obsidian do have support now as it is acceptance that they’ll need a few days to make a decision.

“Well, if everythings been hashed out, I’m going to bed.” Esker says stretching. “Reibeck and I have an early morning.”

Slowly, one by one, the members of Outer Wild’s Ventures head to bed. It will be an early morning for Obsidian and Gabbro too. Without any ships, they have to hike all the way to The Quantum Grove.

Chapter Text

Obsidian

A Different Kind of Interloper

"My feet are tired." Obsidian whines for what feels like the hundredth time since they started walking to the Quantum Grove.

Gossan hadn't let them bring their suits, saying it was better to remove temptation altogether. Obsidian and Gabbro had promised they wouldn't warp off the planet without permission. But, it didn't seem to matter. Gossan had laughed and said they were sure Obsidian and Gabbro could find more than enough trouble without ever leaving Timber Hearth. Gossan wasn't wrong, but it was still disappointing.

So, they had to walk. Gabbro was enjoying it, but Obsidian longed to fly. Even swimming through the geyser streams would be better at this point.

"Your feet aren't tired." Gabbro says knowingly. "You just miss your jet pack."

"How much jellyfish did it take for you to figure that out, genius?" Obsidian asks grinning. Now that they were alone Obsidian could probably wheedle that story out of Gabbro. 

"None actually." Gabbro says, purposely keeping the tale from Obsidian. It wasn't surprising that Gabbro was going to make them work for it.

"Stream moss?" Obsidian presses curiously, "Weird space fumes?"

Gabbro laughs. "That's a negative on the stream moss or space fumes. But I definitely have some stream moss with me in case I want it later." They pat their pack like Obsidian wouldn't know where it was kept. 

Obsidian can't refrain from chuckling at that. They really aren't surprised. "What happened to 'No moss because someone has to chase after you?'"

"You see, since we're resting, I'm hoping there will be no chasing involved." Gabbro says casually.

"But right now we're walking?" Obsidian says grinning happily. They haven't been able to just talk like this for weeks. Playfully bantering with each other just to see where the conversation takes them. 

"Which greatly increases the likelihood of chasing and prohibits the use of moss or other substances. Yes." Gabbro agrees. 

They bicker about impulsivity and stream moss all the way to the grove. Somewhere along the way an actual chase does break out. It's half leap fly, half tag as they run across Timber Hearth's open meadows.

Eventually, they fall to the ground in a tangle of gangly limbs laughing breathlessly. Every time one of them tries to get up the other accidentally, or purposefully, pulls them back down leading to more laughter. They do find their feet, eventually.

All the banter and playing takes Obsidian's mind off their feet. It's like they were never tired in the first place.

"Imagine that. It's Quantum Tiredness at the Quantum Grove." Gabbro laughs when Obsidian says as much. "And we're he- Oh no!"

Smoke is rising from the crater. A larger plume than a simple campfire, but smaller than a house fire, and a lot lighter in color than the crash site of The Bramble Seed in their home universe. 

They run towards the crater ready to start working on whatever terrible forest fire was clearly starting here. Would the fire itself become quantum? How were they supposed to put out an uncontrolled quantum fire? They needed to have some Tree Keepers here quickly. 

“Did you bring a signal scope?” Gabbro says, eyeing Obsidian’s gear like it might just pop out of their pack if Gabbro asks. "I only see your scout."

“Of course.” Obsidian says just as they enter the little  valley before the grove. They’ll have to pull it out to make the call, but it’s there. 

Not that a call needs to be made, since the Tree Keepers are already here. It turns out the fire isn’t actually in the Quantum Grove. Nor was it a forest fire at all. There’s a pile of dead wood near the stream. Hal is tending the flame while Marl drags up yet another dead log from the grove itself. 

“The blasted things keep moving.” Marl complains to Hal, having not caught sight of them yet. “I hate working to clean up this crater.” 

“Then clean up a different one.” Gabbro suggests a little too mildly. It took a while, but Obsidian has learned that tone means Gabbro is super annoyed and trying to hide it. 

Obsidian got it though. Obsidian was also looking forward to a couple of days not having to act like anything but themselves. It was disappointing to find other people already here. And a crater clean up took a couple of days. They'd have a day alone at best before they had to head back.

As Marl drops the log on the pile Obsidian gives Hal a look. Hoping Hal understands exactly how unamused Obsidian was by this stunt. This was almost as bad as helping Chert follow Gabbro and Obsidian off planet to Giant's Deep.

“I tried to convince Marl to leave you alone!” Hal protests as if Obsidian had actually said something. 

“Wow.” Marl says laughing, “You didn’t even last two minutes there, Bud.” 

Hal frowns. “I told you they needed a break and that us being in their space wouldn’t count!”

“I don’t see why not.” Marl argues. “The only reason we all haven’t gone camping before is because the whole trip would be spent with those two arguing. If that’s not the case any more…” 

"I think that the break was supposed to be from the village as much as it was from work." Hal insists. "It's kind of hard for them to get either if we're here bothering them."

"They are right here." Obsidian reminds the arguing pair. Being spoken about makes Obsidian feel like a piece of controversial furniture. Or at least like less of a person, like maybe they're the ones stuck in a moment and only Marl and Hal know. 

"Marl, what's the point of you crashing our campout? Please don't lie." Gabbro says cutting right to the point. 

"Tektite asked me to evaluate the situation." Marl says honestly.

The Quantum Grove goes silent. The quiet glade lives up to its name. The only sound was Obsidian's pulse thundering through their veins. This was, really, really, really bad. 

"Oh, Stars." Obsidian says faintly. They had never imagined themselves being the subject of Tree Keeper Evaluation. Tree Keeper Evaluations were a rare occurrence. At least evaluations of other Hearthians.

At their core Tree Keepers were there to evaluate and mitigate threats to the village. Normally that meant fires, falling or rotting trees, the occasional explosion or unexpected new geyser. Sometimes they would help the mayor mediate in disagreements before it became a situation. Rarely they would observe villagers to make sure their behavior wasn't creating an unsafe environment for the village.

The last time there had been an evaluation, Outer Wilds Ventures was nearly dissolved. It had been just after Feldspars first orbit. That crash had nearly killed Feldspar, taken out several trees, and lit Rutiles house on fire. It hadn't been the first experiment of the venture to wreak havoc and destruction in the village. So, it was decided that a Tree Keeper Evaluation was called for.

Outer Wilds Ventures had survived, but with several major changes. The least of which was the construction of the launch pad. 

At least, that's what happened in their home universe. They'd gotten the sense it was the same here. Obsidian didn't want to be the subject or cause of another evaluation. 

"I told Tektite I didn't think that was necessary." Hal says curtly.

"Tektite disagrees. They think you might be more than a little biased on this particular issue." Marl says. "Since I'm friends with both Gabbro and Obsidian, and not involved with the space program, they figured it was a fair compromise to send me." 

"So, how's this going to go?" Gabbro asks, tone still flat. Obsidian can read their fear in the tense lines of their shoulder. Gabbro should never be tense. It had been too common of an occurrence during the loops.

“I’m not here to cause an issue Gabbro.” Marl says with a very pointed calm. Normally they were the two calmest Hearthians in the village. It was weird to see them so at odds. “I was serious about camping. It’s as good a way to do what I’m here to do as any. I’m just making sure that whatever it is that is happening isn’t going to hurt anyone else. Okay?”

“Why now?” Obsidian asks. 

“Because two astronauts, one brand new, who were grounded indefinitely due to the effects of serious head injuries, attempted to land a ship in the middle of the village and tried to  jet pack to the same place from space using a geyser.” Marl explains.

“Succeeded in landing a ship in the middle of the village and succeeded in landing in the same place simultaneously from space using only a jet pack and a geyser. And only because we both were trying to save Feldspar.” Obsidian counters. “If you’re going to accuse us of being reckless, at least get the facts right. There was no damage to Hearthian or home during the rescue.” 

“Because you somehow knowing Feldspar was in Dark Bramble and only just saying something now really makes it sound better.” Marl says. 

“Obsidian. Gabbro. Stop.” Hal says sadly. “You can’t argue it away.”

Obsidian would love to try though. They were so tired of everyone acting entitled to their pain. At least it had been quiet during the loops. No one really felt the need to know anything then. Or, if they did, it was easily brushed off. 

“So, again, how's this going to go, Marl?” Gabbro asks. “You said camping. That doesn’t really tell Obsidian or I what to expect.”

“Because there’s not really anything to expect. I’m just watching. Making sure I don’t see conditions for a wildfire. Okay.” Marl says. “Worse that happens is if I don’t understand something I might ask clarifying questions. Just like when you’re really high and going off about engineering things that are way over my head.” 

Gabbro didn't expound on engineering when they were high.  Quantum mechanics were another matter.

"Like?" Gabbro questions. 

"Like, if last night had been the appropriate time. Or if I'd known I would be doing this this morning, I would have asked Chert to finish what they were saying."

"Chert was going to joke that, depending on how you look at it, I'm technically a year older than them." Obsidian states shortly. They're angry because they are scared. If anything could upend Obsidian and Gabbro's life permanently it's this, but Marl clearly doesn't intend harm. 

"That wasn't a hatching year." Marl says still calm, just making an observation.

"No it wasn't." Obsidian agrees. "So, if that's all we’re going to set up camp.” 

“Sounds good to me.” Marl says.

Obsidian reaches for Gabbro’s hand and pulls Gabbro with them into the Quantum Grove. They just needed a moment away from Marl and Hal and everyone. Just a moment to think of a way to get past this.

“Breathe Time Buddy.” Gabbro says when they've stopped by the pooling spring of warm water in the middle of the glade. Gabbro moves their head like they were trying to bonk helmets, but they aren't wearing those. At least they didn't end up knocking their heads together. “While this is very annoying, Marl has always been fair.”

Obsidian wants to ask Gabbro who exactly that advice was for. But it was hard to speak when they were so afraid. Obsidian hadn’t really been breathing much. It’s true. They should probably do that, in a minute. Once it stopped feeling like they were going to scream at the unfairness of it all if they did. 

Suddenly arms are wrapped around them and their face is buried in Gabbro’s shoulder. “We’re going to get through this, just breathe.” 

They stand there for a minute. Marl and Hal are suspiciously quiet for people who are supposed to be chopping deadwood. But Obsidian isn’t thinking about that right now. They’re thinking about clinging to Gabbro like a lifeline and breathing.  

"What can we say to convince Marl?" Obsidian asks. There has to be something.

"I think it's like with The Founders." Gabbro says pulling away just enough to look at Obsidian. "We're just going to have to be honest and ourselves and hopefully something we do convinces Marl that we're not out to hurt anyone. "

"So now would not be a good time to ask to go geyser jumping?" Obsidian asks, making Gabbro laugh.

"Probably not Time Buddy." Gabbro says, shaking their head. "Let's just make camp and we'll go from there."

"Okay." Obsidian agrees. It's not like there's any other option. Obsidian isn't ready to flee to Dark Bramble, yet. 

Chapter Text

Gabbro

The Forest for The Trees

Gabbro thinks they're doing a pretty bad job at not looking like they are freaking out. At least Obsidian clearly isn’t buying the act as they work to set up both of their little scouts at the spot Gabbro has picked for camping. 

With both scouts holding pictures of the camping area and each other, the campsite should always be fully observed. It feels a bit like cheating, but Obsidian does have a point. With four Hearthians in the grove there were a lot more objects that could quite inconveniently become quantum entangled with a misplaced blink. Though, there were also more observers to keep things where they are.

While Gabbro kind of liked not knowing where their hammock might go next, it would probably drive the others insane. Obsidian was already frustrated that their pack kept moving while they worked. Gabbro turns their lower gaze to the pack to help.

"Thanks 'Gabs." Obsidian says not looking up from their work.

Once the scout is set up it's easy to set up their hammocks and grab a little wood for the fire. Obsidian starts pulling a few cans of marshmallows from their pack and camp is made.

Gabbro spends the rest of the morning chilling in their hammock playing their flute while Obsidian under roasts their marshmallows. Surely they don't taste good barely roasted! Where's the char, the crunch? Obsidian has to be pretending to like them like that. This has been a debate between the two since before the loops.

Gabbro and Obsidian don't really talk all that much. Normally they'd lay in their hammocks, or hammock, and share the dirt. As time passed the subjects of their gossip became long dead Nomai and Stranger Inhabitants. 

The sound of Hal and Marl working just past their camp makes it difficult to relax. Gabbro can't forget the seriousness of their situation. 

Around midday Marl and Hal decide it's time to take a break and they join Gabbro and Obsidian by the fire. The silence Gabbro and Obsidian have been sharing becomes tense. 

Nobody says anything until Hal looks around the campsite curiously and then sighs. "Obsidian, did you only pack marshmallows to eat?"

"Um, I figured we could go fishing, or pick berries, or whatever." Obsidian says waving the issue off with the fantastic falsehood. Obsidian had only brought marshmallows because they like them. It was a sure bet they'd forgotten about nutrition.

Gabbro nods in agreement with the lie. As if that's what they'd been thinking too. They had forgotten to pack any food at all.

"You don't have a fishing rod or a bucket." Marl says frowning. Gabbro would give up marshmallows all together to know what they were thinking to frown like that. 

"Oh." Obsidian says. Stuffing their mouth with another marshmallow. "Well, we could still eat berries off the tree, if we get too hungry."

"We could make a fishing rod. Or at least a fishing spear?" Gabbro adds thoughtfully.

Obsidian nods in agreement with Gabbro's great insight. 

"It's okay Marl. Since we were headed out here I grabbed some extra provisions." Hal says. "I kind of figured Gabbro and Obsidian would forget."

"To eat?" Marl asks, their calm voice carrying rare hints of incredulity.

"Yeah." Hal says. 

"Gabbro loves to eat. They're always hungry." Marl says. "They'd never forget."

Gabbro had noticed they got hungry easier now. It'd never occurred to them that this body might have a faster metabolism. Probably from all the physical labor involved in building ships.

Marl's statement was clearly a question meant for Gabbro, even if nothing was asked.

"Got used to not eating before the crash."  Gabbro says with a shrug. It was easier actually to talk about the loops this way, they'd learned. In small disconnected bursts of truth. It didn't  leave Gabbro feeling like an exhibit in the museum, or like a liar. 

"How? You always take double rations to space." Marl states.

"Slate lets you do that?" Obsidian demands jealously.

Gabbro shakes their head. "In my dreams. Never thought I'd be jealous of myself before."

"I mean we could just act like that's how it was in our universe." Obsidian says thoughtfully. "Maybe we could pretend Slate lets me do it too, 'because I'm still adjusting to my last growth spurt'. I bet they wouldn't put up too much of a fight."

A quick glance proves that Marl has hundreds of questions and is holding them back by sheer force of will. They really are trying to make this process as non-invasive as possible. 

"You didn't have time to make that deal and Slate will know it. Unless we send people to the Attelrock with a full kit here?" Gabbro directs the last part of their thought to Hal. 

"You think anyone but Feldspar would allow a waste of resources like that?" Hal laughs.

"Sorry, Obsidian." Gabbro says. "You'll just have to go halvsies with me."

Obsidian sighs forlornly and looks contemplatively at their empty can of marshmallows. Then looks hopefully to Hal's, clearly overstuffed, pack. "So Hal, what extras did you bring?"

Marl rolls their eyes. "Gabbro, let's go and make a spear for you and catch some fish. Hal and Obsidian can go foraging. That way we don't eat half the village's provisions."

Gabbro reluctantly slides from their hammock, lower eyes glued to the screen of their scout launcher. Marl probably isn’t going to use this as an excuse to question them.

The next thing Gabbro knows Marl is tripping over the little scout. That wouldn't be so bad on its own, except that the way it was tripped over triggers the picture mechanism causing it to move onto the next picture, of the tree tops. 

A blink later the other scout launcher ends up in a tree across the grove. In a breath the camp begins to disassemble itself. One of the hammocks is tied around one tree across the grove, half quantum entangled. 

"Oh no." Gabbro says sadly they hadn't meant to break camp. At least the fire was still in place. Though now the other hammock is by the entry.

"We just set everything up." Obsidian sighs. Getting up and walking over to call the scouts back to their launchers. The fire, momentarily unattended, extinguishes itself by existing in the pond. 

Obsidian sighs again. "Hal, Marl watch the camp. Don't blink at the same time. We need to set the scouts back up."

“Why? What did the scouts have to do with anything?” Marl asks, blinking in confusion. Hal turns their attention towards Obsidian. Just like that the camp is gone.

Now there’s a tree in the middle of the campsite. Gabbro had liked this campsite.  But it was gone now like it had never existed in the first place. They would simply have to find a different place to set up. 

"It looks like we will be teaching the Tree Keepers some lessons in quantum mechanics today." Gabbro says lightly. 

"Okay. With what just happened, I think you know where to start." Obsidian replies easily. There's a hint of a mischievous grin at the corner of their mouth. Gabbro knows how to respond from their expression alone. It was going to be fun to tease Marl just a little for making them deal with this evaluation.

“First the rule of Quantum Imaging." Gabbro declares before looking to Marl solemnly and saying "Observing a quantum object;” 

“Observing an image of a quantum object.”  Obsidian informs Marl almost as if in reply. Their tone is equally as serious, but the effect is ruined by the fact that they are still grinning.

They share another glance before turning back to an increasingly alarmed Marl. “These are the same.”

There’s a beat of horrified silence. Then the torrent of questions finally comes. “What is that supposed to mean? Why are you talking like that? Why are you finishing each other's geyser blasted sentences? Is that why you’ve been keeping an eye on your scouts all morning and blinking in freaking tandem? You couldn’t have taken at least three seconds to explain that? And what does Gabbro mean about being jealous of themselves? Why are you talking like you haven't lived in the creator your whole lives? Stars, what is wrong with you two?” 

“Well, there goes professionalism.” Hal mutters under their breath. But with the glade as quiet as it is, everyone can hear them. 

That was a lot less funny than Gabbro had anticipated. They hadn't meant to upset Marl. Just, tease them a little.

“Hal.” Obsidian says looking as guilty as Gabbro feels about the outburst. “You had your time to process. Marl should get theirs too.” 

“I don’t even know what I’m processing.” Marl complains. They look lost, which isn’t right. Marl is rarely lost. If Gabbro and Obsidian’s unwillingness to talk was affecting them this badly something had to change.

“That’s kind of our fault.” Gabbro says looking at Obsidian questioningly. 

Obsidian nods their head. “Yeah, we could have explained what we were doing. But, it’s been so long of there not really being a point in explaining anything we do. I think we forgot that you all might want to know.”

“You forgot to explain? Like you forget to eat?” Marl asks, trying to get their tone back under control.

“Everyone in the venture has gotten pretty used to asking them their reasoning for doing things. It never seems to offend them.” Hal explains. “And to making sure they’ve eaten at least two meals a day. They  are getting better at that though. You generally don’t have to shove the food in their face and stare at them till they start eating it anymore.” 

“That’s very complementary, Hal. Thanks.” Obsidian says, sounding rather sarcastic.

“I’m just being honest.” Hal responds with a shrug. “You’re both getting used to living again. And that's okay! We want to help!”

“We never stopped living." Obsidian points out.

"I mean we were alive, but were we living?" Gabbro muses. They hadn't really let themselves think about that during the loops, but they could now. They were living again after all.

"What's the difference?" Marl asks curiously, still trying to keep up. Even though they've all but admitted they're in over their head.

"That's a really nuanced question." Gabbro admits. "I'm not sure I know how to turn my thoughts into words yet."

“When’s that stopped you?” Marl asks with a knowing look. Already returning to an even footing after their little outburst. Not that Gabbro thought they weren't still upset.

“It’s not going to make sense without a lot of context.” Gabbro warns. “And that context is not going to make Obsidian or I look sane.”

“It already looks pretty bad, Gabbro. Though mostly I’m worried that you’re both threats to yourselves. Forgetting to eat, really?"  Marl says honestly. “I’m telling Tektite the only reason you might ‘threaten’ the village is if you forget to explain something dangerous. And you might be a bad example to the hatchlings regarding safety, but we’re used to managing Feldspar. The only problem is that I have no clue exactly how in-depth your knowledge is. So maybe give me an idea of what that might be and a good reason why any of this is happening. It’s clear ‘head injury’ doesn’t begin to cover it.” 

Like Gabbro suspected,  Marl hasn’t calmed as much as they were pretending, but  it’s a fair assessment. Before Gabbro can think of where to start that will satisfy Marl but not remove all illusion of privacy Obsidian speaks up.

“Um, have you ever been on the receiving end of one of Hornfels', apparently many, lectures on the multiverse?” Obsidian asks uncomfortably. 

Marl frowns. “Literally everyone has.” 

"Can't say I've been so lucky." Obsidian says plainly. "Yes, I know you can name at least three occasions, but that wasn't me."

"Wasn't you?" Marl asks. "What do you mean wasn't you? And if you start trying to play on that creepy tree room experience I had at the Nomai Ruins as a hatchling and say you're haunted like Porphy believes…"

That's close to correct actually. Gabbro can't help but mutter "Heh, haunted." 

"What creepy experience?" Obsidian asks, latching on to the most interesting part of the statement.

"Oh, I could have fixed this ages ago!" Hal declares smacking themselves on the forehead. 

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves." Gabbro says. A story must be told in parts. If everything is said all at once it gets confusing.  "Obsidian, finish what you were going to say."

"It's your theory." Obsidian grumbles. 

That's fair. Gabbro gives Marl a thoughtful look. "There's not an easy way to say this. Basically, we're proof that Hornfels' multiverse theory is true. I believe that I and Obsidian's consciousnesses briefly became quantum when our entire universe exploded. That's a literal statement not a metaphor for the crash. Somehow that translated to entering these bodies, and potentially briefly making them quantum, when our previous selves died in said spaceship crash. I'm not clear on the details and I'm not really sure I can be. But it's the best explanation I have for why we aren't just dead in either universe. It seems the two universes are very similar but not identical. "

"Okay. Just going to take that at face value and act like it's not hurting my head." Marl turns to Hal. "And you're able to prove that geyser of an explanation? Based on me getting trapped in the creepy tree room at the Nomai Ruins as a hatchling?"

"Oh Stars." Gabbro says under their breath. "You've been to Ash Twin."

"What?" Marl says. "No I haven't. I don't want to go to space."

"I don't think I would either if I experienced surprise warp travel when I was little." Obsidian says. "The tree room is in one of the warp towers on Ash Twin. You are ridiculously lucky you didn't figure out how to work the doors."

"What?" Marl demands. "That's-"

"Sit down, Marl." Hal says, sitting on and patting a fallen log that had recently appeared nearby. "You look like you need it. I'm going to tell you about how Chert and I found out about this. Featuring your least favorite creepy tree room. Obsidian, Gabbro, go make camp somewhere else for a minute. You can explain how The Quantum Grove works and what the Nomai have to do with it when we come back to you."

Chapter Text

Obsidian

The Rule of Quantum Nonsense

Obsidian and Gabbro set up the new campsite in relative silence. It’s completely out of their hands what Marl decides to do. It’s completely out of their hands what Hal tells Marl. It’s not that Obsidian doesn’t trust either of them. It’s just, Obsidian isn’t used to relinquishing control to other people, except Gabbro.

"Through the nose, Time Buddy." Gabbro reminds them softly as the work to tie up the second hammock. It'd taken a while to get the trees situated correctly. 

Obsidian breathes like Gabbro says and takes a new picture of the grove. "Do you think it's safe to grab some more firewood?"

Gabbro snorts, checking the picture on Obsidian's scout launcher. "I don't think Marl's going to mind us making sure no one freezes."

"I was just wondering if you still knew campfires weren't just for roasting marshmallows." Marl says from behind them. Obsidian only jumps a little. Gabbro really shouldn't be laughing at them that hard.

"Stop it!" Obsidian whines smacking Gabbro on the shoulder. This of course only makes Gabbro laugh harder.

"Your face!" Gabbro cackles, brushing tears from their lower eyes. "It looked like you'd never seen another Hearthian before!"

"Ugh. It's not that funny! You forget too! I've seen it with my own four eyes!" Obsidian accuses, "Hornfels scared the life out of you yesterday when they came over to check on our work with Slate!"

"So, what are we forgetting now?" Marl asks, carefully stepping around the scouts so as to not knock one over again. 

They sit across from Obsidian at the fire, setting their pack down besides them. Apparently Marl and Hal had gone to grab their things after they talked. 

Obsidian snaps a photo of their half of the camp while Gabbro gets up to do the same for Hal's gear at the other launcher.

"That other people exist." Gabbro says.

Obsidian shakes their head. "I wouldn't say we forget that people exist. We forget that people are changeable. We got so used to everyone being static, caught in the pattern of the same day over and over. It was predictable in a way people normally just aren't."

"That's- kinda really sad, you two." Marl says, shaking their head. "You really do have the worst luck. Surviving a time loop at the end of the universe. I can't imagine."

Obsidian shrugs. "I'm not arguing, but it's where we're at."

Marl hums thoughtfully. They seem to be taking a page out of Gabbro's book and are going with the flow. Obsidian hopes their conversation with Hal didn't freak them out too badly. 

"Okay, so we should still go fishing and berry gathering today." Marl says when no one says anything else. "But I'm getting the idea that leaving will break camp again?"

"Not if we take our scout launchers." Obsidian says. 

"Because of the photos?" Hal asks curiously.

"Gabbro, it's now actually time to teach the Tree Keepers of quantum mechanics." Obsidian declares taking a seat by Hal at the fire. 

"As long as you don't teach it creepily." Marl says. "I still can't believe you were finishing each other's sentences!"

"We were just repeating what the Nomai had to say about The Rule of Quantum Imaging in The Tower of Quantum Trials." Obsidian says with a shrug.

"The what now?" Marl says, gaze flicking to Hal "So, they just say absolutely bonkers stuff, and the venture just goes with it because they haven't been wrong yet? Huh?"

"Pretty much." Hal says. "Hornfels enjoys testing their statements too."

"Well then let's see if we can test this 'Rule of Quantum Pictures?" Marl says.

Gabbro makes themselves comfortable beside Marl and grabs a marshmallow stick. 

"Imaging." Gabbro corrects easily. "But, let's start at the beginning. The basic principle of  quantum mechanics is simple, as long as you don't think about its implications too hard. Any quantum object exists in every possible state until it is observed."

"Wait-what?" Hal says. "I don't get it."

"Take our Tranquil Pal here." Gabbro says gesturing to the Quantum Shard that made its home in the grove with the stick. "It seems to move all over the grove. But that's only because it is possible for the shard to exist anywhere in the grove, so it exists everywhere in the grove. Until it is observed by a conscious observers. Us. Then the possibilities collapse and it remains stationary until it is no longer observed."

"Or the Quantum moon." Obsidian says to the clearly confused silence. "It doesn't orbit around six different locations. It orbits around all locations until we observe it orbiting a single planet." 

"That hurts my brain." Hal whines. 

“That’s what I call The Rule of Quantum Nonsense!” Obsidian exclaims while Gabbro glares. “Anything having to do with quantum nonsense will make your brain hurt.”

Marl smiles. "I think it makes sense. You just can't think about it too much."

"It can make sense and hurt my brain." Hal insists. "Explain what this has to do with the scouts."

"First we need to talk about The Rule of Quantum Entanglement." Gabbro says leaning back on their hands. "A quantum object may entangle other nearby objects making them exhibit quantum properties as well. This includes conscious beings in contact with quantum objects that are not observing their surroundings."

"So, the trees and all our stuff should be moving about the campsite, but aren't because the scouts are observing them?" Marl asks. 

Obsidian can't quite contain their snort of amusement at the concept but they let Gabbro explain. This is their area of expertise after all.

"The scouts aren't conscious observers." Gabbro says patiently. "But, Obsidian and I are. According to The Rule of Quantum Imaging, observing the image of a quantum object is the same as observing a quantum  object. So as long as we keep an eye on a picture of the camp, the camp should be fine."

"Interesting." Marl says. "Is there anything Hal and I can do to help?"

"I mean if we all keep an eye on the pictures it's less likely to fall apart.” Obsidian says. “Better than one of us staying here just to keep a couple of eyes on things.”

“Okay, then come on Obsidian, I saw a brambleberry bush on the ridge.” Hal says standing and grabbing a small basket from their pack.

Obsidian carefully gathers their things and follows, never taking their lower set of eyes off the image on the scout launchers screen. They follow Hal up to the ridge and get to work. Hal has to remind them when a berry is perfect for picking. It’s been years since they’ve done this.

“Don’t be embarrassed.” Hal comforts. “Remembering how to do everything must be a lot.” 

Obsidian wishes they could say that there weren’t any brambleberries on their Timber Hearth. Or that they’d somehow missed harvest duty as a hatchling. That would be a pretty obvious lie though. So, Obsidian just shrugs instead. 

They work in silence for a bit. Which isn't what Obsidian wants. Hal used to be Obsidian's best friend. And, it's true, that that position is now filled in some ways by Gabbro. But that doesn’t mean Obsidian can't be close friends with Hal too. They just have to re-learn how. It’s not like it’s not just another thing to add to the list. 

“So, what’s the dirt?” Obsidian asks. Trying to not sound super awkward in the attempt at remaining casual.

Hal laughs, but it’s not a mean sound. Obsidian thinks the casual act is probably seen through but appreciated anyway. 

“I’m not sure you really want the answer to that question.” Hal says smiling as their hands idly pick berries off the bush. 

“Why’s that?” Obsidian asks. They have a hypothesis but it’s better to have an actual answer.

“Because most of the dirt these days is about you and Gabbro.” Hal says patiently. “You’ve got everyone talking.”

“And what is everyone saying?” Obsidian presses, shoving their shoulder lightly against Hal’s. “Come on, just give me a hint at least?” 

“Well, like Marl said, Porphy is telling anybody who will listen that you’re both haunted. What you’re haunted by seems to change daily. But they think you’re haunted.” Hal says smiling like they’re sharing a ridiculous joke.

Obsidian doesn’t really think it’s that funny. It’s certainly an odd way to frame it. But if Gabbro’s theory is correct they are sort of haunted in a way. Or at least their consciousness doesn't naturally belong to this body if not for quantum nonsense.

Still, saying that would probably make this universes’ Hal really sad. So, instead Obsidian says. “Porphy isn’t everyone. What else are people saying?”

“Well, Gneiss and Rutile are scratching their heads trying to figure out what kind of head injury could cause the inconsistencies they’re still seeing as symptoms.” Hal says and rubbing the back of their neck “And- No that one’s too stupid to even mention.”

“If it’s that dumb I have to know.” Obsidian corrects. 

“Spinel is of the opinion you’ve both just been lying about like everything.” Hal says awkwardly. 

“Everything? Like after the crash.” Obsidian asks, confused. Why would they lie that they don’t remember after launch day?

“No.” Hal says. “Like you were lying about the fight before the crash and about not really liking each other before that.” 

“What?” Obsidian says shocked. “Why would we lie about that? I mean not that I’d know, but-”

Hal laughs. It’s an anxious sound. “They’re probably just trying to get the village into a frenzy. Maybe you don’t know, but Spinel likes to keep the dirt fresh. Sometimes they make things up.” 

Obsidian shakes their head and drops another handful of berries into the bucket. “That’s taking it a bit far, I think. Not that I can say much. I don’t even know what argument you’re talking about. No one will tell me either.”

“I think we’re all kind of afraid it will make you two fight.” Hal admits standing to leave. “This should be enough to feed all of us. Let’s head back to camp.” 

Obsidian reaches out to grab Hal’s wrist loosely. “Hal please? It’s not like I’m going to be mad at Gabbro for something they didn’t even do.”

“Gabbro is the reason the translator got broken.” Hal admits. “We were so close to getting it done. Only the programming was left. They wandered in drunk on too much sap wine and probably high too and stepped on it.”

Obsidian hisses in sympathy for the poor translator. “That must have really been upsetting.”

“It wasn't an accident. You were furious.” Hal says softly. “I might have been too. But then Gabbro laughed and said it was a stupid idea anyways and I kinda had to hold you back a little. Well, not you, you…”

Hal suddenly looks terribly sad and Obsidian doesn’t know how to fix it. They don’t think they can fix it. It’s the unspoken grief within Outer Wilds Ventures. That Obsidian and Gabbro had died in the crash only to be replaced with not quite right copies. 

Obsidian can’t fix it. They didn’t ask for this. But that doesn’t mean they won’t try to help. Slowly, giving Hal time to pull away Obsidian lets their hand fall from Hal’s wrist to their hand and gives a gentle squeeze. 

“Thanks for telling me.” Obsidian says.

“You kind of threatened to ruin Gabbro’s life, Obsidian.” Hal says. “Slate hasn’t said it directly, but they’re not entirely certain that Gabbro’s ship didn’t crash because you, not you-you, sabotaged it. They don't think you'd have meant the crash to happen. If I were guessing I'd say the goal was to humiliate our Gabbro but something clearly went wrong.” 

That was a terribly alarming thing to be told. Where had Marl been then? What can Obsidian even say to that? “Stars.”

“It’s not like it really matters now.” Hal says, shrugging off their melancholy. “The crash happened. And you aren’t quite the you we had. And Gabbro isn’t quite themselves either. But we all still like you. Feldspar is alive because of you!” 

Obsidian sighs. “Gneiss said I was sweet.” 

Hal laughs. “You were. But you were sweet in the way you’re sarcastic and rude now.”

Obsidian pulls away a little frowning. “Those two things don’t match, Hal.” 

“You were sweet to people you weren’t very close to.” Hal explains. “As a kind of defense I guess. But underneath it you were a little more blunt and ragged, easier to anger too. It’s kind of reversed now. You’re sarcastic and rude to everyone but you care where it matters.”

Obsidian sniffs as what Hal says hits home. “Caring has gotten me in a lot of trouble, Hal. Even before the loops.”

Hal smiles. “Yeah, that’s what our Obsidian would have said too. Now come on. Marl and Gabbro are probably cooking whatever they’ve caught by now and I’m hungry.” 

They make their way back to camp in a thoughtful silence. As promised, Gabbro and Marl have fish roasting over the fire.

“Did you find anything?” Marl asks eagerly as they rejoin them. The camp has remained the same, meaning Gabbro and Obsidian managed not to blink at the same time even when they weren’t together. 

Feeling sad, Obsidian leaves the scout launcher with Hal, who is telling Marl about their brambleberries. Gabbro shifts to make room for Obsidian when they come to sit by them at the fire.

“Alright, Time Buddy?” Gabbro asks. Obsidian thinks maybe they sound a little sad as well. Had Marl told them the real reason for the accident?

Obsidian doesn’t know how to ask. Then the chance to ask passes completely.

"Okay, I've got one more question." Marl says. "To be honest I don't really want to bother you with it but I have to ask."

They are clearly building themselves up for something difficult. Obsidian wishes they'd just get it over with.

"Ask away, Marl. It can't be any worse than anything that's happened so far." Gabbro says gesturing for Marl to get on with it. 

Marl laughs uncomfortably. "What's the likelihood that this happens again?"

Obsidian frowns thoughtfully. "We can't really say when this universe might start dying, Marl. None of our Hornfels' models had predicted it and we were never able to figure out why."

"That's terrifying, Obsidian." Marl says, "But also not what I mean."

"What do you mean then?" Obsidian asks, bewildered.

"I think they mean to ask if any more of our dead will become quantum like you did?" Hal says sadly.

"Oh." Obsidian says. The possibility hadn't even occurred to them.

"I doubt it." Gabbro says. Stamping out the small spark of hope that had ignited in Obsidian's heart before it could become a forest fire. "We were the only ones physically at The Eye when- well, we were the only ones able to get quantum entangled like that. And everyone else would have died in the supernova before the end anyways."

Obsidian remembers the feel of tears on their cheeks and Gabbro's hand in theirs. Watching from  the bridge of the Nomai ship as the closest warm orange point of light popped into a wave of brilliant blue and faded away forever.

Gabbro was right. They were all that was left.

Obsidian wants to let the grief take over them. But not with Marl and Hal there. They settle for leaning against Gabbro who wraps an arm around their shoulders.

They sit together and watch the fire burn an eye each on their scout launcher just to keep camp together. Their silence is heavy but neither feel like talking. So, they don't. Marl and Hal can hold up the conversation for a while.

Chapter Text

Gabbro

Launch Day Humor

The next day they break into Hal’s provision for breakfast. A little of Gneiss’ sweet grass bread is exactly what the lazy morning calls for. At some point the Tree Keepers will have to finish tree keeping, and Obsidian will probably bully Gabbro into helping. 

That’s okay though, right now they’re all just chilling by the fire. It had to be rebuilt in the morning after the camp had been broken in the night. Hard to consciously observe anything when you're asleep. 

Gabbro and Obsidian both got very little sleep in the village. Not wanting to wake anyone with their screaming themselves awake, if they were able to sleep at all. They both needed the extra rest.

Besides, it was easy to set up camp  with four conscious observers who understood their roles. If they'd actually wanted things to move, that would have been a whole different kettle of fish. But, it was easy to keep the camp in this form.

"Okay, so help me understand a couple more things so I can tell Tektite to tell the village to bug off." Marl says, tearing off another bite of their sweet bread with their teeth.

"That would be appreciated." Obsidian agrees. But Gabbro has some questions of their own.

“You said that you’re telling Tektite that you’re not concerned about us hurting the village, but are very concerned about the danger we present to ourselves?” Gabbro states. They weren’t really going to argue that point. The fact that it is sometimes hard to remember why dying would be bad, aside from wanting to avoid discomfort, really speaks for itself. 

“Yeah. No offense.” Marl says, “I mean I get it’s been rough. I just think you need a little help learning to live again.”

Obsidian shrugs and takes their own bite of bread.

Gabbro nods their own agreement. “I don’t really care what you tell the village as long as we don’t get grounded forever. But, won’t telling them that we kinda need to relearn basic life skills have the opposite effect of making them bug off?”

“I mean someone’s gotta make sure you two eat, and don't think I didn't notice the nightmares last night.” Marl says. “But hopefully they’ll stop trying to solve the riddle you two have decided to present.”

Hal snorts. “Good luck with that!”

“I mean I’d take it if Rutile would stop looking at us like we're really disappointing aliens.” Obsidian mutters to themselves. 

“But, aren’t we, kinda?” Gabbro muses. “Aliens come to you from an entire different universe and they’re basically just some hatchlings gone weird.” 

The lazy morning mood dies. They, probably, shouldn’t have said that out loud as a joke. It probably isn’t funny to either Marl or Hal.

“We’re also working on the Launch Day humor.” Marl says gesturing at them with their bread. “Stars, that was inappropriate. Anyways, I need to get a gauge on exactly what kind of danger you all see as normal so I can give an honest opinion to Tektite.”

“Which means what exactly?” Obsidian asks. “Are you looking for stupid danger or that’s super cool danger?” 

“All of it.” Marl says calmly. “And what, if anything, you’d do to ensure it didn’t happen again or happened in a safer manner.” 

Gabbro shares a long look with Obsidian. Like the lines of their Time Buddy's face will jog the memories Marl is looking for. 

“I mean, not camping near a Nomai Tornado Shelter on Giant’s Deep is probably asking for the occasional injury or death, hammock or not.” Obsidian says thoughtfully. 

“Or, forgetting your suit when you jump out into literal space?” Gabbro counters. It’s easier to turn all the awful stupid deaths into a game of calling eachother out, even if it’s more Launch Day humor. 

“Crashing into the Gravity Forge because we wanted to get across Brittle Hollow quicker was probably the definition of reckless. Even if skating the blackhole is awesome.” Obsidian adds. “I know we didn’t die there, but the broken legs weren’t fun.” 

“I’d say broken legs are better than broken everything.” Gabbro notes. “Let’s never race the sand rising in the caves of Ember Twin again. I don’t think I’ll ever forget how that goes.”

Across the fire Obsidian shudders at the memory. “Agreed.” 

“Oh and let's agree to not trust the autopilot, ever.” Obsidian adds after a moment. "I don't care what either Slate says, I don’t like crashing into the sun.” 

Marl and Hal sit in shocked silence, a full reveal on exactly how dangerous their lives had been had not been the request, but now that the gates are open it’s like Gabbro can’t stop. Obsidian is riding the current right alongside Gabbro. So they describe, not everything, but some of the worst ways to die, the stupidest ways, the most beautiful, and the deaths that were somehow still wins. 

“I died too many times to give up Geyser Jumping.” Gabbro says stubbornly. “It’s your fault I’m a thrill seeker now. So it can be your problem.” 

“As long as you tackle landing on the Sun Station with me.” Obsidian counters. “If we’re going to be that reckless we better stay trained on the ultimate stunt. And Slate will kill us if we fling ships into the sun on a regular basis on purpose. Even if we do jet pack to the station like we're supposed too."

“You can land on the thing that orbits the sun?” Feldspar’s voice rings out excitedly over The Quantum Grove.

Gabbro and Obsidian both close their mouths with audible clicks. How long had Feldspar been there? How much had they heard? Most importantly was anyone else there with them? Someone was going to have to say something about the Ventures tendency to eavesdrop. Once was an incident, twice was a trend.

Caught, The Founders and Tektite make their way to the camp. A sense of dread washes over Gabbro. This could be so bad.

“You better not fling ships into the sun for fun.” Slate complains once they’ve gotten closer. “And there’s nothing wrong with that autopilot!” 

“Watch out for the Scouts!” Hal warns once everyone starts trying to find a place to sit around the fire. “They’re helping us keep an eye on the grove so the whole camp doesn’t rearrange itself.” 

"Experience from previous campouts?" Tektite asks, sitting between Marl and Hal.

“I mean I had an idea of some of it.” Gabbro says leaning back against Obsidian. Their Time Buddy is super comfy even if they will complain about being treated like furniture. “But the Nomai were the ones to put it all into words.” 

“Don’t do the creepy thing.” Marl says. 

“The creepy thing?” Hornfel’s asks.

“It was just a joke.” Obsidian says, rolling their eyes. 

“You were finishing each other's sentences and phrasing things oddly.” Marl complains. “It was creepy.”

“What exactly was creepy?” Tektite asks. And since there’s technically an evaluation happening, and Tektite is a Tree Keeper they have to answer.

“The Rule of Quantum Imaging.” Gabbro says. 

Obsidian nods their agreement. “There’s a Nomai Tower on Giant’s Deep called the Tower of Quantum Trials. In the tower the Nomai wrote down the Rule of Quantum Imaging.”

“What’s that?” Hornfels asks excitedly. “Don’t take this the wrong way Gabbro. But if the Nomai also believed there was something to these new quantum principles of yours, it bears much further investigation.” 

Gabbro shrugs, the principles were not new, but they were new to this Hornfels. It would take more than Hornfels finally believing them simply because the Nomai said so to really offend them. “The text left by the Nomai reads: ‘Observing a quantum object; observing the image of a quantum object. These are the same.” 

“And that was creepy because?” Feldspar says. “It sounds very confusing but not creepy.”

“Gabbro said the first part, then Obsidian finished the second part. And they said the final part in the same tone of voice. All while blinking in tandem at their scout launchers. It was very creepy.” Marl complains. 

“It was a joke, Marl.” Obsidian says again.

“Someone should probably point out that we are fairly certain that Gabbro and Obsidian’s sense of humor has been heavily influenced by the Nomai.” Gossan says.

"Well, I mean, Pye would think it was funny." Obsidian muses. "But she was also really excited to blow up the sun…"

"And this is just a normal thing they would say and in line with your findings?" Tektite asks Hornfels and Gossan.

"We try to not consider the situation normal for many reasons." Hornfels says. "But yes, observations on the disposition of long dead Nomai set in grand statements of ultimate destruction is common, yes."

"And what have you found, Marl?" Tektite asks Marl.

It suddenly clicks for Gabbro that Tektite must have gotten The Founders to tell their version while they were gone. Or, The Founders found out about the Evaluation and decided to speed up the process. It's really an even split on what happened. 

"I've already told Gabbro and Obsidian that I'm not worried about either of them hurting anyone but themselves. And I believe them that it is unlikely that this will happen again." Marl says openly. "There's a small chance they're unintentionally sitting on knowledge like Feldspar being in Dark Bramble. But, that's not really a threat…since we wouldn't know at all if they weren't here."

Marl pauses obviously choosing their next words carefully, "What they're claiming happened is  all rather alarming, multiple universes, supernovae and time loops kind of boggle the mind. But, also, it's weirdly provable. Again Feldspar being in Dark Bramble or the discovery that the creepy tree room exists and is actually a warp pad on Ash Twin are good examples. I don't think they're wrong. But understandably they're both acting off due to, well everything, and being severely traumatized."

"What are your recommendations, then?" Tektite asks calmly.

"I think we need to tell the Village something." Marl rubs their chin thoughtfully. "Mainly because Gabbro and Obsidian could use everyone's help getting readjusted to being outside the time loop. But I think the whole truth might do more harm to everyone, especially Gabbro and Obsidian."

"The hatchlings don't owe the whole blasted village their pain." Feldspar says sternly. It's jarring hearing Gabbro's friend who is most often jovial, sound almost angry. Its gratifying hearing Feldspar put something Gabbro has felt for a while now to words. 

"Feldspar's right." Gossan's voice is just as stern. Hornfels and Slate nod their own agreement. Gabbro knows that any secret they want to keep is safe from that alone. "They've been through enough without the village treating them like the latest dirt."

"I don't want to lie to everyone." Obsidian says. "But-"

"You'd appreciate it if Rutile stopped looking at you like you're a disappointing alien?" Marl suggests slyly. 

"Yeah. I think saying everything will only make it worse." Obsidian shrugs. The movement jostles Gabbro who makes their displeasure known by pinching the tip of Obsidia's  ear.

"Get off, Gabbro." Obsidian whines. They shrug again, but they're also smiling so Gabbro stubbornly gets more comfy. Leaning their back against Obsidian's side. If they somehow end up clasping Obsidian's hand over their chest in the scuffle that's Gabbro's business.

"I've had a thought on that." Slate says as if Marl and Tektite aren't watching Gabbro's antics closely. 

"We're listening." Gabbro says as Obsidian settles. They feel less tense against Gabbro's spine. It's a small victory but Gabbro will take it. 

"I think we say you both got caught in a Nomai time loop before the meeting." Slate suggests. "And then double down on what exactly happened being no one else's business. We can even move the statue to 'ensure it doesn't happen again', if Hornfels is willing."

"Oh. I like that!" Hal pipes in. "It's not lying. But it makes it clear that people need to stop meddling."

Obsidian relaxes a bit more. Now leaning against Gabbro as much as Gabbro is leaning against them. "I'm okay with that."

"Me too." Gabbro says. "So is that it?" 

Gabbro hopes this means the evaluation is over. 

"I'd like to see one of your findings for myself." Tektite says. "Just so I can see what these four are seeing."

"Can we check out the creepy tree room?" Marl asks. "I want to see for my own eyes that Gabbro and Obsidian discovered something they simply haven't had time to do. But also I need to see that I warped when I was little for myself.”

“We’d be able to show you the Ghost Matter too Tektite. We’ve come up with a way to test Obsidian’s theory if you’d like.” Hornfels offers. 

“What’s that?” Obsidian said. “I couldn’t think of a way to do it safely."

“Arkose says that Ghost Matter has a similar effect on Brambleberries as it does on Hearthians.” Hornfels says. “There’s seeds littering the ground that proves the point.”

“So, if live Ghost Matter harms the berries, then inert Ghost Matter wouldn’t.” Obsidian says. “Having a way to test it besides making an educated guess and hoping for the best would be so nice.” 

“Lucky, we know just the patch to test. Don’t we?” Hornfels says.

“And we’ve still got a ton of berries left over from yesterday!” Hal cheers. 

“So, we’re moving camp to the Nomai crater?” Gabbro asks. Moving camp is really part of the Quantum Grove experience so they don’t mind. 

“Yes.” Feldspar says already moving to help break camp. “And you two are going to tell me everything about the Sun Station as we walk. Obsidian, what is your method of approach? It moves so fast.” 

“Questions after we break camp ‘Spars.” Slate reminds their friend. “And also I want to hear more about what Gabbro and Obsidian think is wrong with my autopilot. Because it’s fine. I bet it was fine in their universe too." 

They break camp quickly and leave the grove. True to their word, Slate and Feldspar walk with them the whole way. A barrage of questions keeps them busy while the Tree Keepers and Hornfels talk. 

Chapter Text

Obsidian

The Creepy Tree Room

With so many travelers The trip to The Nomai Ruins takes longer than typical. Obsidian spends it talking to Feldspar and holding hands with Gabbro. 

They get a few weird looks but it's been a very stressful- Obsidian lost track of how long things have been stressful. If Gabbro wants to hold hands with  Obsidian, everyone else can mind their business. 

When the conversation lulls Obsidian starts observing warp windows. "That's the connection between Ash Twin and The Sun Station. It, the warps from Ash Twin to Ember Twin, and to the Ash Twin Project are the most frequent."

"Hornfels, could Ol' Spacey track and predict those intervals?" Gabbro asks curiously. "The Obsidian warp schedule is only useful if Obsidian is here to provide updates. Once we launch..."

"We'd need to increase the telescope's computing capacity." Hornfels says. 

"That shouldn't be too difficult." Slate muses. "One of you Traveler types would have to do the install."

"I can handle it." Gabbro says easily. "I like Ol' Spacey."

"I can help." Obsidian offers. Gabbro admitted a long time ago they just abandoned their ship nearby and went on a space swim when they had to visit the satellite. Obsidian can get a lot closer.

"That's another thing." Slate says. "Am I building two ships to go to the same place all the time? Because it'd be easier to recalculate the load for both of you in one ship, if that's the case."

"Um-" Obsidian and Gabbro say uncertainly.

"Think about it and let me know." Slate says.

"But first, experiments!" Hornfels declares gleefully. "Let's start with the Ghost Matter, then the Warp Pads."

"Gabbro and I don't have our gear." Obsidian points out. They were going to miss out on the fun because Gossan didn't trust them not to do something dangerous. 

"You think we'd leave you out of your own discovery?" Gossan asks.

"But-" Obsidian starts to protest but Gabbro hushes  them with a gentle hand squeeze. 

"Is that why Hornfels and Slate are both carrying oxygen and fuel tanks?" Gabbro asks. "I'm assuming your spare is for Tektite and Feldspar's is for Marl."

Oh. That makes sense.

"Yup." Feldspar says. "We figured we'd be coming back out here to deal with the evaluation."

"So, you did ask Tektite about the evaluation before anyone told you!" Gabbro says gleefully. "I'd wondered."

"Cornered me more like. I was checking trees when these four pop up saying they have a story to tell me and accusing me of sending hatchlings to terrorize each other! Can you believe it?"

Marl laughs. "Yes. I appreciate it."

They spend the rest of the walk listening to the story of how The Founders figured it out. Obsidian offers to help Hornfels with their gear and actually gets their suit back just as they reach the Nomai Ruins.

While the others prepare to do the Ghost Matter test, Obsidian slips on their suit. It only takes a couple of of minutes. 

"Where are you going?" Gossan asks. They're suiting up along with Feldspar. Both clearly plan to follow. Obsidian is a little surprised Gossan is letting Feldspar go. But maybe it's just the unspoken truth in the venture that nobody let's Feldspar do anything. 

"The next window to Ash Twin is in fifteen minutes." Obsidian informs them. "I can check that the area is safe for Tektite and Marl to join us. Hornfels and Slate can test the Ghost Matter Theory while I do that. Then in another two hours you all will be able to join me."

"Well you’re not going by yourself.” Gossan says. “You’re still technically grounded.” 

“But, I won’t be flying.” Obsidian protests. They know it’s pointless, but that’s never stopped them before. 

“Obsidian.” Feldspar says knowingly. Obsidian would think they were in  trouble if it weren’t for the pilot's smile. “Just show us how the warp pads work. And stop being difficult about it, eh?” 

Obsidian sighs. "Yeah, okay. Gabbro, are you coming?" 

"Gonna make sure Tektite and Marl make it okay once you all have given the all clear, Time Buddy. I’ll be listening for you."   Gabbro says. They’re also putting on their suit, but the helmet sitting by their camping bag speaks for itself. 

For the next fifteen minutes the others prepare to play with Ghost Matter while Obsidian explains what to expect with the warp pad to Gossan and Feldspar. “You'll think it’s not working. Then, honestly, you’ll think you’re dying. Then you’ll be on Ash Twin.”

“We’ll think we're dying?” Gossan says. “You and Gabbro used to do this for fun?” 

"Awesome." Feldspar mutters to themselves.

They’re standing on the warp pad. The window should close soon. 

“I don’t think you understand how little I cared about dying, Gossan. It was just an annoyance cause I’d have to pick up Gabbro and fly back to wherever we were before.” 

Gossan seems to have a lot of strong opinions about that. But their stating them is forestalled by the warp pad activating. 

There’s that peculiar sensation and then they’re in the Timber Hearth Tower on Ash Twin.

Gossan makes a strangled noise like they’d landed hard, though Obsidian knows perfectly well they had not. Feldspar chuckles and helps Gossan steady themselves.

“Pretty awful, huh?” Obsidian asks casually, stepping off the pad and into the room. “But we’re here. Welcome to Marl’s Creepy Tree Room.” 

Gossan is only half listening. Staring in open shock at Timber Hearth overhead. “I know you’d said, but Stars, this is really Ash Twin.” 

“Yup. We should only head out that door if we’re planning to get some space-time in.” Obsidian says gesturing to the door. “Though we should probably look outside. I didn’t check the sand direction before we left. If sand covers the tower we'd be trapped until it recedes again.”

“Radio Chert.” Gossan instructs. “No need to bring sand in here if it isn’t safe. Once we know if it is safe we’re going to discuss that lapse in judgment.” 

“Um.” Obsidian says uncertainly. They hadn’t meant to mess up.

“I’m not angry, Hatchling.” Gossan says gently. “But that’s why we're worried about you and Gabbro going into space on your own. Now go ahead, check with Chert.” 

Obsidian pulls out their signal scope and searches for Chert’s drums. They find them pretty quickly. “Obsidian to Chert.” Obsidian greets over the signal scope’s microphone.

“I hear you Obsidian.” Chert’s voice crackles over the radio. “What’s the dirt?” 

“So, Gossan, Feldspar and I are on Ash Twin and I kinda forgot to check what the sand levels are before we got here. I think they both know what’s outside but won’t tell me. Do you know?” Obsidian asks, chagrined.

Chert is nice enough to not laugh at the question. “And Gossan let you go without making you check first? I’m guessing you don’t remember memorizing The Hourglass Cycle in training.” 

“I think it’s a teachable moment.” Obsidian grouses. “I only vaguely remember the cycle. During the loops there wasn’t much of one besides ‘don't let the sand squish you on Ember Twin’.” 

Chert ignores the squishing comment. “Well two weeks ago the sand was falling back to Ash Twin, correct?” 

“Yeah.” Obsidian says. “Doesn't the process take about a day regardless of which way it’s falling?” 

“Very good!” Chert says. “It does. Then the planets hold for a few days before reversing the cycle.”

Obsidian does the math in their head. “So, the sand would be going to Ember Twin?” 

“Correct.” Chert says. “Most of the towers are uncovered at this point, but you can’t see their bases yet. I’m guessing you warped there?”

“Yeah, uh, there was an evaluation and now Tektite and Marl are coming to check out Marl’s Creepy Tree Room, also known as Timber Hearth Tower. Um it’s the geyser looking tower on Ash Twin.” 

There's total silence on the line. For a second Obsidian thinks their connection was cut despite Obsidian following it with their scope. Then the drumming resumes and Chert says, “The fact that Reibeck and I aren’t being called back leaves me hopeful that things worked out.” 

“The Tree Keepers are worried about Gabbro and Obsidian, but have determined they aren’t dangerous.” Feldspar confirms. “They’re just trying to see some of what we’ve seen to be able to say so with full confidence. We’ve also decided to tell the village about the time loop, and only the time loop.”

“Ah, give them a fish for the fire, but hide the marshmallows.” Chert says. “I like it. Thanks for the heads up.” 

“Of course.” Feldspar says. “Gotta know what to say if anyone asks you.” 

They chat with Chert a little longer and then explore the tower. There isn’t anything materially different. Gossan and Feldspar are understandably in awe of the trees that have survived on Ash Twin for hundreds of  thousands of years. 

“It’s a good thing we have Hal.” Gossan breathes touching one of the trees reverently. “Maybe Tektite will let it be one of their duties to keep these healthy.”

“I think they’d like that.” Obsidian says. They’d never taken the time to stop and think about how hardy these trees were. 

They spend a little more time looking around and confirming that the tower is safe. As the hour draws near they still haven’t informed Gabbro that Tektite and Marl can come. 

"We should let Gabbro know that they’re good to come along.” Obsidian says. “The next window is in fifteen minutes.” 

“Make the call then.” Feldspar says.

Fifteen minutes later, Tektite, Marl, and Gabbro appear in Timber Hearth Tower.

“Tektite, this is it!” Marl says both amazed and a little fearful. Voice clear over the short wave radio in their borrowed suit. “This is the creepy tree room.” 

“You are so lucky you didn’t open the door.” Obsidian says gesturing to said door. Their Marl had never been to Timber Hearth Tower. They’d only fallen out of the big tree in the crater and had a major feud with the poor thing ever since.

“Don’t track the ball with your eyes.” Gossan warns. “You’ll open the tower to Ash Twin’s atmosphere, which we haven't safety checked.” 

“No looking at the door. Got it.” Marl says looking around the rest of the room. “So these trees have really been here since the Nomai? They’re in remarkable condition.” 

“We’re thinking they could be added to Hal’s rotation.” Gossan says waiting for Tektite's nod of agreement before continuing. “So, how’d the Ghost Matter experiment go?”

“All findings were confirmed.” Tektite says. “Gabbro and Obsidian are in the clear but the village will be watching out for them until they get their feet under them again.” 

“That’s good.” Feldspar says. “Since we’ve already told Chert.” 

Tektite laughs. “That confident you'll get your way?” 

“We should clue Reibeck in.” Gabbro says. “And Esker.” 

“I was actually hoping we could visit Reibeck.” Feldspar says turning to Obsidian and Gabbro. “There is  a warp tower to Brittle Hollow, right?” 

“Yeah.” Gabbro says. “It’s the blocky looking one.”  

“That wasn’t part of the plan, Feldspar.” Gossan says. 

“No. But Slate told me on the way to Quantum Grove that Reibeck keeps flying to Brittle Hollow, going to the same camp, and not moving.” Feldspar says as if that explains everything they’re thinking. 

“Yes.” Gossan says. “They’re afraid of the Black Hole.” 

“Still!” Obsidian didn’t mean to interject themselves into this conversation, but the point stands. 

“Exactly!” Feldspar agrees. “Someone needs to go scare Reibeck into getting a move on with exploring.” 

“Feldspar.” Gossan sighs. “You're definitely not cleared for this. We don’t even have supplies for a trip.”

“Reibeck will have spare fuel and air.” Feldspar argues. “Besides, it will give you a chance to observe us three in action.” 

“I could also pick up a few things for the translator.” Obsidian says. 

“What do you need from Brittle Hollow?” Gabbro asks, confused. 

“I want a staff or two, if I can find them.” Obsidian says cryptically. Understanding dawns on Gabbro’s face just as confusion eclipses Feldspar and Gossans'.

"What's so important about a stick?” Feldspar asks. 

Obsidian wavers unsure of what to say. They don’t want to get everyone's hopes up, and they don’t want to put any pressure on Solanum if she doesn’t want to leave the Quantum Moon. If she can. If she's there at all.

“You know.” Marl says reminding everyone that the Tree Keepers are still present. “Now seems like a time where it might be helpful to say what you're thinking to prevent further problems down the road."

“Obsidian just doesn’t want to get anyones hopes up.” Gabbro says. They’re raising an eyebrow in Obsidian’s direction. A request to take the lead if Obsidian is willing.

“Yeah.” Obsidian says, nodding wordlessly to Gabbro. “That’s exactly it.”

“Why would we get our hopes up over staves?” Feldspar asks. 

“Because the staves were used to write the text that we’re hoping the translator can read.” Gabbro says plainly.

“And writing Nomai is an important feature in a Hearthian translator because?” Gossan prompts.

“Because, in our universe there was a living Nomai at the sixth location of the Quantum moon.” Gabbro says. “If she's here too. We would need a means to communicate with her, so she can decide if she wants to be rescued.”

"Wow, really." Feladspar's whistles. "Hatchling, that's at least two huge discoveries in one!"

“Absolutely bonkers.” Marl says to themselves. “And they just go with it.” 

Obsidian barely refrains from smirking at them. Marl has barely scratched the surface of the bonkers stuff Obsidian and Gabbro now know is out there. 

Obsidian might be able to make a categorical list, like Hornfels was trying to do, but to what end? It's not like they memorized the web of their old ship's computer. It’s better to try to tackle one thing at a time. They’d managed to save Feldspar with that method. Solanum was just the next logical step. 

“That’s-” Gossan says, breathing deeply. “That’s one geyser of a statement Gabbro.” 

“Yeah, right.” Gabbro says. “But I’d met her myself in our universe. She was nice, but the conversation was rather one sided, since she had no way to understand Hearthian. Hence the staves for the translator.” 

A thoughtful silence sets in as everyone considers the ramifications of what Obsidian and Gabbro are suggesting. It doesn’t last long. 

“So, we’re going, right?” Feldspar asks. Never one to let silences hang for too long. “Nomai to save and hatchlings to frighten into doing their jobs. Sounds like a good reason for a field trip to me!” 

Gossan sighs and turns to Tektite. “Will you two be okay warping home on your own.”

“As long as you all tell us when to go.” Tektite replies from where they’ve been checking one of the trees. “Warping itself isn’t hard. You just stand there.” 

“Just make sure to leave the pad with purpose.” Obsidian says. “If you fall back on it you might accidentally warp back. So, can we go, Gossan?”

“Fine.” Gossan says. “Someone radio Hornfels. It sounds like we’re going to Brittle Hollow.”

Obsidian thinks it’s not entirely inappropriate that they cheer at the statement. At least Feldspar cheers with them while Gabbro laughs. 

Chapter Text

Gabbro

Warp Schedules

They get Tektite and Marl back to Timber Hearth in record time. Not that they do much besides watch them stand on the warp pad then disappear.

"I think it looks even worse than it feels." Feldspar says distantly, "The way the body appears to bend  around the event horizon doesn't look natural."

"It really doesn't." Gabbro agrees. "So, on to Brittle Hollow?"

"We may as well waste a little more time here." Obsidian says. "The window is as close as possible but we've got a couple of hours before the Brittle Hollow warp pad activates." Technically just after Timber Hearth goes again, but there wouldn't have been time to get to the tower.

"You've been planning this since we left the grove?" Gossan says.

"Hoping for it." Obsidian says. "I wasn't sure we'd be allowed to go. But I've been hoping to go somewhere that has staves laying around."

That makes sense to Gabbro. Of course they didn't just ask. Even during the loops Obsidian rarely asked for what they wanted.

"Why not Ember Twin?" Feldspar asks. "It's closer and quicker to get to."

"Because dying by rising sand is equally as bad as getting digested by an Angler Fish." Gabbro says, shuddering. 

"You two are alarmingly casual about dying." Gossan observes.

"It happened a lot." Gabbro says. "I know it's probably uncomfortable for everyone else, but we're far past making our peace with it. I mean it's a bit scarier now, but I've even chosen to die  expecting it to be permanent. I wouldn't say deaths lost all meaning, but I can't say I fear it. There are just ways of dying I would rather not try again. And of course avoiding it is better than not."

Obsidian nods thoughtfully. But whatever is running through their Time Buddy's mind apparently isn't important enough to share.

"That's a lot to consider." Gossan says seriously. "Thank you for your honesty, Gabbro. So, any thoughts on what we should do while we're waiting?"

"Explore!" Feldspar says. "Chert's just yonder if we need fuel and we know where the trees are. I didn't realize this place was more than a big old ball of sand or I'd have checked it out ages ago."

Gossan sighs. "Sure Spars. I'm sure it has nothing to do with the fact that you hate heat and this is the hottest planet in the system."

Feldspar laughs at their friends weary tone. "Well, you two. I guess that's your cue to lead the way.”

Obsidian opens the door while Gabbro gives instructions.

“You’ll need to be careful. The walkways are wide but they don’t have any kind of railing. If you fall it can be a long way down. Especially when Ash Twin has no sand.” Gabbro advises as they step out into the thin atmosphere. “Also,  if the column of sand heads our way we need to take cover or get out of the way. It’s not super difficult to jet pack your way out of it. But then you’re stuck on Ember Twin.” 

“If you don’t jet pack your way out, you’ll get crushed against Ember Twin’s surface.” Obsidian notes. “So, let's not do that.” 

They spend the time between warp windows showing off each of the towers. Obsidian talks about each planet's role in the Ash Twin Project. Gossan and Feldspar listen intently while Gabbro fills in any blanks. 

When they reach the Sunstation teleporter Feldspar is all ready to go on a quick side trip. There's just one problem.

"I don't think a higher sand level is going to solve that Time Buddy." Gabbro says enjoying Obsidian's look of utter dismay. 

"I don't think a hatchling could fit through that!" Obsidian complains. Gesturing to the hallway absolutely packed with what Gabbro called prickle plants. Obsidian always said that was a gross mischaracterization of a plant that could literally stab you to death. But that only encouraged Gabbro's insistence that was their name.

"So, does that mean the only method of reaching the Sun Station is landing on it?" Feldspar asks in a tone Gabbro can only call hopeful. 

“Only after a lot of math, which I intend to do anyway.” Obsidian says.

“You do the math for your stunts?” Feldspar asks. “Even when dying didn't stick?”

“Normally I can do it on the fly and flub the little bit I’m off.” Obsidian admits. “But Gabbro and I got bored one loop. And well, since the sun station orbits the literal sun, I’d want to check my approach before I try it again. As funny as it sounds, I don't actually want to explain why I threw a ship into the sun to Slate."

"Wise choice." Feldspar says sagely.

"We could also just remove the prickle plants." Gossan says. But of course, with this group, their much safer solution falls on deaf ears.

Gabbro feels kinda sorry for Gossan. But landing directly on the station is just too much fun.

Gabbro and Obsidian decide to leave the Ash Twin Project for a later date. As long as the sun is fine, it should be okay. The warp core is safest where it was left. It's not like they had a translator to review the text inside either. 

Eventually the time comes to warp to Brittle Hollow. 

"You know how warp pads work now." Obsidian notes as they stand on the pad waiting for the warp window to open. "But each location also has its own quirks. For this pad we actually end up at the underside of the north pole."

"Okay?" Feldspar asks, confused as to why this matters.

"Not having at least one foot touching the gravity floor is a good way to end up falling." Gabbro says. 

Gossan and Feldspar both nod their understanding. A moment later they arrived at their destination. 

"Oh wow." Gossan says taking the ruins around them  in. "There really is a whole city down here."

"I told you!" Feldspar says stepping carefully onto the gravity flooring. "Though I never figured out what that building down there was or how to get to it." 

Feldspar gestures vaguely to the Black Hole Forge. 

"That building is the Black Hole Forge." Obsidian says joining Feldspar. "There's a switch in the city below that will raise it to us up here "

"What were they forging, I wonder?" Feldspar asks curiously.

Gabbro walks off the platform as well, and out of curiosity forages on ahead just a little. Obsidian can explain the forge if they want.

Gossan follows just a little behind. Keeping a keen eye on everyone.

Gabbro's curiosity is well rewarded.  "Hey! Obsidian! Check this out! The gravity stair is whole in this universe."

"Really?" Obsidian squawks, running over. At least they remember to not use their jetpack until they're in the elevator building. They skid to a halt next to Gabbro. "Oh, wow, think how convenient that would have made things."

"That's an impressive feat of architecture." Gossan says admiringly. They step into the builing with a lot more care than Obsidian had used. "What was wrong with it in your universe?"

"The entry to the top  level here had collapsed." Gabbro explains. "The rest of the structure was stable enough-"

"Unlike the Tower of Quanum Knowledge." Obsidian chimes in. 

"Well, that started at a hundred percent stability." Gabbro replies. "It's just, with Hollow's Lantern being seven hundred times more active than we're seeing in this universe..."

"Brittle Hollow was getting bombarded, eh?" Feldspar asks.

"Yeah." Obsidian says distantly. Then visibly shakes off the memory they were caught in. "Anyway, since Brittle Hollow is way more stable now, the path to Riebeck should be secure."

Just to prove the point Gabbro steps onto the gravity stair. "We'll  have to go down"

The other three join Gabbro and they walk down to the Meltwater District. "It's not far now. Just across the bridge." Obsidian says.

Gossan gestures for Obsidian to lead the way. Gabbro and Feldspar follow them both.

"So, I have a question." Gabbro says awkwardly. It's something they know Obsidian has been wondering too.

"We have answers. Let's see if they match?" Gossan replies with a laugh at their own joke.

"How exactly did the mentor thing start?" Gabbro asks, feeling a little like a lost hatchling. "Um, not to hurt anyone's feelings but we didn't really have that."

"Slate and I have both picked up on that." Gossan says.

Gabbro knows they shouldn't be surprised the two Founders had a conversation about them. But in both universes they didn't get along much…

"It's not that we're not-" Obsidian starts to explain away any hard feelings. Gabbro thinks they might not exist.

"Hush, Hatchling." Gossan says, pausing on the walkway. "No one's angry, especially not with you. There's bound to be differences across entire universes."

"You can both think of your mentors as a safety net for questions like 'what's a mentor'." Feldspar adds. "If you never utilize that safety net, that's okay too."

"I'm not sure I know how to have a mentor." Obsidian says a bit more calmly, "But I like the idea conceptually. Maybe knowing how it started will help us understand?"

"I'm the one who started it." Feldspar admits. "It was shortly after I brought back that Nomai wall from the Attlerock. Chert had only just started training. Though they were also still a hatchling, Riebeck wouldn’t leave the museum alone, specifically the wall. Kept saying they were gonna translate it."

"Most of us figured it was just a hatchling game, you know?" Gossan interjects.

"But it wasn't." Gabbro says intent on understanding another divergence in the two universes.

"I walk in one morning, ready to force flight conditions out of Hornfels, when I see Riebeck curled up against the wall sobbing like their little heart had broken." Feldspar explains.

"What happened?" Obsidian demands brow creased over a hurt that would have happened to Riebeck before Obsidian had hatched.

"Didn't know, but I sure did get over there fast to find out." Feldspar says. "And you know what that endearing young Hearthian says to me once I've dried their tears?"

"What?" Gabbro asks. It's not a Feldspar story without proper audience engagement.

"That the sample size is too small to translate!" Feldspar exclaims, shaking their head in disbelief. "It was then I realized Riebeck had stars in their eyes just as much as Chert. But Riebecks' subject would be the Nomai."

"So, what'd you do?" Obsidian asks.

"I promised them I'd get them the best sample size in the solar system if they thought about going to space, and they agreed!"

"Riebeck stuck to Feldspar like a briar bur after that if they were home." Gossan says casually. "It was cute."

"Nothing was official till a launch or two after Riebeck had translated enough Nomai to figure out that experienced Nomai took Apprentices to teach them their trade." Feldspar continues, pointedly ignoring Gossan's accusations of cuteness. "When Riebeck agreed to learn to fly it was on the condition that I teach them, since they felt like they were my Apprentice. How do you say no to that?"

"How'd it expand past you two?" Gabbro asks. 

"Well, the second Chert realized there could be specialized training they demanded they be apprenticed to Hornfels." Gossan laughs. "And by that time, our Gabbro was starting to get stars in their eyes and following Slate around everywhere. So it became a tradition. "

The other Obsidian isn't mentioned and the group keeps walking. Gabbro catches up to their Time Buddy and takes their hand. It's reassurance for them both. It's a lot to think about. And the way Gossan didn't mention Obsidian. Well, Gabbro already knew Gossan's been mourning the loss of this universe's version of their time buddy. Conversations would need to be had at some point.

Soon enough they reach the gravity path to Riebeck's camp. “They’re just at the end of this.” Obsidian says, stepping confidently onto the wall and heading down. Gabbro makes sure Feldspar and Gossan follow before bringing up the rear. 

They can hear the Banjo now. The playing stops suddenly when they all enter the camp. Riebeck gasps and nearly falls off the rock they are sitting on in surprise. “W-w-what? How?”

“Gossan decided to take the flight class on a field trip and you’re our lucky first stop!” Feldspar says. “We thought we could all go explore Brittle Hollow together.” 

“N-now?” Riebeck grips their banjo tightly. Gabbro doesn’t know what Feldspars play is but they can at least help get it off on the right foot.

“Nah, we just walked all the way here from The Quantum Grove.” Gabbro says breezily making themselves comfy on the ground next to Riebeck. “Well, there were definitely warp pads involved, but aside from those shortcuts we walked! I know I could use a break.”

“You always want a break.” Obsidian complains but they also grab a seat by the marshmallows.

“I think your field trip has been hijacked by the hatchlings, Gossan.” Feldspar says but joins the rest of them at the fire. Gossan sits too and soon enough they're sharing the dirt. It puts Riebeck at ease, until it doesn't.

“An Evaluation!” Riebeck exclaims, when they get to telling about what led to the trip to Brittle Hollow in the first place. “What will we do?”

"It's already over, Riebeck." Feldspar says waving off Riebeck's concerns. "All that's left is to act like you're worried for Gabbro and Obsidian. Say time loop if anyone asks why, and refuse to say any more."

"I am worried for them." Riebeck protests. "What they've been through is so awful. Of course I'll help look out for them."

"Does that mean you'll explore The Hanging City with us?" Obsidian wheedles. Gabbro doesn't think it will be that easy.

"I-I" Riebeck sighs defeatedly. "I can't."

"Of course you can!" Feldspar says. "We just pack up and go!"

"I wish it were that easy." Riebeck mumbles looking at their feet.

Gabbro catches Obsidian's gaze and jerks their head towards the edge of the camp. This seems like it's not a conversation that Riebeck wants to have around them. They'll give Feldspar time to try to convince Riebeck the easy way. There's some tests they can conduct while they wait.

Always on the same page Obsidian grabs the scout launcher on the way out.  Gossan asks that they don't wander too far as they leave.

Chapter Text

Obsidian

The Fearsome Black Hole

"Almost." Gabbro sighs. Obsidian feels Gabbro's chest heave with it as they stare at the scout screen over Obsidian's shoulder. Obsidian recalls the little scout.

They're crouched on a ledge not too far from Riebecks camp, shooting the scout into the black hole. It started as checking to make sure White Hole Station was there at all. But, the incident with the sand made Obsidian decide they should at least try to determine if the warp pad still worked before diving into deep space. 

"The gravity factors are messing up my trajectories." Obsidian complains not for the first time.

"Maybe a little to the left?" Gabbro suggests.

Obsidian fires the little scout into the black hole one more time, slightly to the left. And cheers when they finally land in such a way that they can see into The White Hole Station.

"I think I can see a bit of glow." Obsidian confirms looking at the image intently. "And that might be one of the trees?"

"Air and a method of return is all we need." Gabbro says standing back up. "Ready to head back?"

When they rejoin the others at the camp Gossan is talking quietly to a clearly defeated Reibeck, while Feldspar stands at the edge of the campsite cliff staring contemplatively at the black hole below.

"So, are we ready to start exploring?" Obsidian asks the group. It's unsurprising that all they receive is a small head shake from Riebeck and a look from Gossan. Yes, Obsidian is aware they are stepping on toes, but fear is generally the driving force that makes Riebeck move. There just needs to be a potential outcome worse than falling into a black hole to get them moving. 

"Isn't exploring what all that scout firing ruckus was about?" Feldspar asks curiously.

"Yeah." Gabbro says joining Feldspar at the ledge. "We found what we were hoping for too, Obsidian and I are ready to move on with our investigations now."

"I don't see any of the staves you said you wanted to find." Gossan points out.

"That's not what we were investigating." Obsidian says. "We still need to pick those up."

"Then what were you doing?" Riebeck asks shakily "And why do you need staves?"

"We'll tell you about Solanum when we meet you at the Northern Glacier in fifteen minutes. We just gotta do this one thing first." Gabbro assures Riebeck before leaning back a little over the edge and letting gravity pull them down. 

"Hey! Wait for me!" Obsidian calls, running after them and leaping off the ledge themselves with a laugh. It's a rush dropping into pure nothing, even knowing how it will end. Obsidian purposely speeds up their fall by tucking their legs in so that they will enter the hole at the same time as Gabbro.

The sound of shocked voices fade until they briefly ignite back to life on the short range radio and cut off abruptly as the black hole swallows them both. A reminder that they and Gabbro are the only ones who know this is completely harmless. 

A moment later they are floating through open space, the entire solar system laid out before them in all its beauty. Gabbro is by their side where they belong.

"Let's go." Obsidian says angling themselves in the direction of White Hole Station. 

"Yep. Let's not scare Riebeck too much by being late." Gabbro agrees.

The others probably wouldn't follow. But Riebeck would be in a hurry to follow Feldspar and Gossan to the warp pad. It was their job to be where they said they would be when the others got to the warp pad.

In a hurry to get out of Deep Space, Obsidian applies the smallest amount of thrust and lets momentum do its job. Used to following Obsidian around the Solar System, Gabbro does the same.

The short range radio crackles in their ears. 

"-hooooo!" The tail end of Feldspar's joyous shout soars across the radio. 

Obsidian and Gabbro turn around with their jet packs only just grabbing hands as the sudden movement pushes them apart. 

"Feldspar?" Obsidian asks in bewilderment. 

"Gee Hatchlings, that sure was something! Let's wait for the others to join us before we head back." Feldspar floats over and links arms with Gabbro.

"No way Riebeck jumps." Obsidian says over the short range radio just as Reibeck pops through The White Hole.

"You c-could t-try having a l-l-little faith i-in me, 'ssidian." Riebeck stutters. They're quaking like a leaf but they're still there, which is something. 

The sheer fact that they were there made Obsidian feel terrible for the snappy judgment. They'd ridden with Obsidian into Dark Bramble after all. "Sorry."

Riebeck nods their acceptance and floats over to the group letting Feldspar catch them. A second later Gossan shows up. Gabbro links arms with them when they get close enough to do so. 

"Please tell me that's the way back." Gossan asks nodding towards The White Hole Station. "I do not want to have to explain why we need air and pickup to Hornfels." 

"You're the one who followed." Gabbro points out, but, that really just shows that Gossan trusted that there was some kind of plan here.

"You're the ones who correctly spent at least thirty minutes firing the scout into and retrieving it from the black hole, doing what I assume are safety checks. I figured good behavior should be rewarded." Gossan says. 

"S-shouldn't we get out of d-d-d-deep s-space?" Riebeck asks nervously. 

"Yeah. Let's get into the station." Gabbro says, sounding content. 

Obsidian smiles. "Alright everyone. We're headed for the gravity flooring on the side of the station. Don't let the Hearthians you are holding onto go."

With those instructions Obsidian applies the smallest amount of thrust with their jetpack. Gabbro laughs as it sends the whole chain floating towards the station.

"This is how space was supposed to be enjoyed, Time Buddy." Gabbro says. 

It's good to see Gabbro so happy. Neither of them really had been during the loops. There'd been moments, even really good moments. But happiness was in short supply at the end of everything. So, Obsidian cherishes this moment.

Obsidian and Gabbro are the first to gain their footing on the White Hole Station. They've only done so a hundred times. 

The rest of the group follows just a moment behind. Obsidian lets go of Gabbro's hand and leads the group to the nearest door. 

"Okay." Obsidian tells the group. "We're going to have to go in one at a time. Just move the ball in the track. Once at the end of its track the whole room will spin and you'll end up in the station. It's really easy to get vertigo when the room is moving but you'll be fine. Just be sure to move the ball on the inside track to send it back to us when you're out. 

There's no need to ask whose first. Feldspar steps forward before Obsidian could even ask and jumps down into the airlock. 

Riebeck goes next, followed by Gossan. Despite what they told the others Obsidian and Gabbro enter together. They've done this enough times to learn how to not concuss each other when the vertigo inevitably hits. 

The airlock opens and they both float down. 

"I thought you said one at a time." Feldspar accuses when their feet are firmly on the ground.

"Gabbro, do you remember how many times we injured ourselves trying that because of the vertigo?" Obsidian asks.

Gabbro shrugs. "A lot. Safer to do it one at a time."

Obsidian glances at the warp indicator. The needle just passed the interval. "Ugh. We just missed it."

"Get everyone ready to go, I'll flip the needle." Gabbro says.

"If this is how you get back if you f-fall. I want to see how everything works." Riebeck says. "Including this needle flipping."

So Gabbro and Obsidian show the other three how the station works. Feldspar whoops excitedly when the whole station moves with a roll of the eyes but it's Riebeck whose curiosity is spiked.

"This is genius." They say examining the mechanism more closely. "So if you move it to the other side then the station will move in the other direction?"

"Yeah." Obsidian says. "Then you just go back up the gravity elevator, stand on the warp pad and wait for the next passage."

"Will it eventually stop moving? I wouldn't want to wear something out that we don't know how to fix." Riebeck asks thoughtfully.

Obsidian and Gabbro share a mystified look. They hadn't really paid attention to that. The station simply worked during the loops.

"I don't think we were really able to study that with the loop." Obsidian says slowly.

"But, there was evidence that a lot of Nomai Technology did have an idle mode." Gabbro says thoughtfully. 

The Sun Station came to mind quickly for Obsidian. "Yeah. It'd make sense that White Hole Station would too."

"I guess the best way to test it would be to leave the station for a bit and come back later." Obsidian says leadingly.

"I can test it when you all head home." Riebeck offers. "I'm the one who wanted to know."

"You're okay with purposefully jumping into the black hole, Riebeck?" Feldspar asks.

"Well I'm not going to do a rock drop like Obsidian did."  Riebeck says. Obsidian considers the entire field trip a success at the hint of amusement in their voice.

"It's fun." Obsidian says with a shrug. "We really weren't even that high up. Not that it really matters with the black hole. Or the Warp Pads as long as you're absolutely certain your timing is right. Shattered legs aren't fun."

The responding silence is Obsidian's first indicator they shouldn't have said that. 

Feldspar's excited "Are you saying you used the warp pads from a height for fun? I have to try that!" Should probably haven been the second.

But it's Gossan's resigned sigh and quiet, "Please practice that before you try it again. Especially you Feldspar." that makes Obsidian realize that warp pad jumping probably belonged on the list of reckless stunts. 

"We promise." Gabbro says seriously while Obsidian flounders for what to say.

Gossan smiles. "Thank you. Will the elevator on the opposite side take us back to the warp pad?"

"Yup." Obsidian says, letting Feldspar lead the way up. 

Once they're all standing on the pad Obsidian explains the needle a bit more. "Once the needle aligns, Brittle Hollow will be overhead and we'll warp."

"Where will we end up?" Riebeck asks. "You said to meet you at the Northre-"

Their musings are cut off by Brittle Hollow aligning with The White Hole Station. It's difficult to theorize when warping.

Riebeck looks around once it's over and nods to themselves. "Yeah, the Northern Glacier."

"Oh, we can use the secret entrance!" Feldspar says leading the way to, not where Obsidian expected to go. It's the exit gravity elevator that's broken in this universe.

"It would have been so much easier to explore this version of Brittle Hollow." Obsidian sighs as they follow Feldspar down to the camp. 

"Can you imagine?" Gabbro asks wistfully. "Not having to take the most convoluted alternate path possible while hoping Hollow's Lantern doesn't decide to end the loop early."

"B-by end the loop early you m-mean-?" Riebeck can't even finish the question.

Something in one of the houses catches Obsidian's attention. Obsidian only half hears Riebeck's half  question. They think Gabbro replies but they're not really paying attention. There's some kind of stick sticking out behind a door frame. It could be anything but it could also be exactly what they're looking for. 

They peel off from the group shining their flashlight at the thing. That's definitely the handle of a staff. 

"Obsidian!" Gossan's voice calls over the radio. "Where did you go?"

"Found our first staff, Gossan!" Obsidian replies while picking the device up. "I'm rejoining you now."

It's in good condition. Hopefully still usable once Obsidian figures out how it works. Carefully, Obsidian straps the staff to their pack and makes their way back to the group.

"Oh hey, you did find one!" Gabbro says when they see them. "Let me carry the second when we find it, okay?"

Obsidian nods, grateful for the help. 

"I hope this idea works." Gabbro muses following the others back to Riebeck's camp. "I know Solanum already suspects everything. But the news we have to give her, the conversation we need to have…"

"Needs to be done as right as we can make it." Obsidian agrees even though Gabbro hadn't been able to finish the thought.

"Yeah." Gabbro says.

"Who is this Solanum person?" Riebeck asks. "If it wasn't completely impossible I'd think you were talking about a Nomai."

"You'd be right." Obsidian says. "She's on the Quantum Moon. You know, pending parallel universe stuff."

"W-what?" Riebeck splutters. "How?"

Obsidian looks to Gabbro for the explanation. They're going to be able to make Solanum's situation make sense.

"Case of right place, right time." Gabbro says then pauses. "Or maybe, wrong place, wrong time? Anyways, she happened to be completing her ritual journey to the Quantum Moon when the node in The Interloper exploded blanketing our system in Ghost Matter. I believe she became quantum entangled by dying. Because in the five locations in the solar system she's dead. But in the sixth location outside of it she's still alive."

"If she's already dead in the other locations won't she just die if she leaves?" Riebeck asks.

"Oh, we're going to have to do lots of testing before we try a rescue." Gabbro agrees. "But it might just be nice for her to get visitors."

"If she's there at all." Obsidian says. It's more a comment to themselves. They would have loved to save Solanum almost as much as they wanted to save the village and Feldspar. This felt like a second chance. They wanted that chance so badly, they couldn't afford to get their hopes up.

"And only if she wants to come back." Gabbro says giving voice to Obsidian's worst fears. Their universe had driven the point home time and time again. They can't save everyone. Obsidian couldn't save anyone. But who was Obsidian if they didn't try?

"Okay." Riebeck says slowly. "Wow. That's-"

"Yeah." Obsidian agrees because they get it. 

There's not much conversation after that. The enormity of Solanum's potential existences weighs heavily upon the group. 

They make their way back to The Black Hole Forge District. There's a second staff along the path that Obsidian carefully retrieves and gives to Gabbro. 

Before they know it they're back at the Black Hole Forge waiting for Ash Twin to align. Riebeck stands just outside the warp pad to see them all off.

Chapter Text

Gabbro

The Village

The others have left Nomai Crater when they return to Timber Hearth. There isn't even scorched ground where a fire pit had been built. At first glance there's no sign that anyone had been here at all. Gabbro will have to meditate on why that makes them anxious later.

The reason everyone left is revealed when they find a note from Hornfels explaining they'd gone back with Tektite to talk to Rutile.

"That's terrifying." Obsidian chuckles humorously.

"It's not that bad, hatchling." Feldspar tries to reassure Obsidian. They're walking back to the Village. Obsidian's dragging their feet, delaying the inevitable return to the situation at hand. Gabbro can sympathize.

"Seriously. I'd rather play chase with a node full of anglers than think about what talking to Rutile means." Obsidian says, panic making their tone harsh. 

"Then we don't think about it." Gabbro says casually  readjusting the Nomai staff across their shoulders. It's top heavy and keeps slipping.

"Kinda hard to just stop thinking about how virtual strangers are deciding 'what to do about us' right now." Obsidian bites back. 

That probably wasn't the kindest way to phrase that with Feldspar and Gossan present. But, a scared Obsidian is rarely delicate. 

Something needs to be done about the unspoken grief in the venture. But, the truth is Gabbro is barely holding themselves together. Any extra bandwidth is for Obsidian. 

"Nah it's easy." Gabbro says. It isn't but Gabbro is good at distracting themselves with Obsidian's well-being. "For instance, right now I'm pondering Slate's question."

"What?" Obsidian asks, thrown off by the sudden change in topic.

"Do we need to make Slate build two ships?" Gabbro asks seriously. "I'm honestly okay going without. You're the better pilot, no contest. But I can think of instances where it might be wiser for me to have my own ship. But it feels like being greedy to ask for two ships, one of them with the capacity to have passengers, when they won't both get regular use."

"There's enough pilot's around we could stand to have a spare ship on Timber Hearth." Feldspar suggests. "You know, for the inevitable crashes. And it'd give The Village a way to get to Esker, since the Attlerock doesn't have warp access."

Huh, apparently Feldspar doesn't realize how close the moon is, or how powerful the geysers are. "You do realize the Geyser Mountains can launch you to the Attlerock if you line it up right?"

"No?" Feldspar says. The word is half question half interest. "You don't say."

"I suppose my saying 'absolutely not' will have no effect on this conversation." Gossan sighs.

"You're in the wrong crowd for that, pal." Feldspar says jovially, clapping Gossan on the shoulder. Gossan smiles at their friend knowingly. "But since we have safety conscious astronauts, a spare ship might not be a bad idea."

"I don't like landing in new places anymore, but it's not like I can't fly if needed." Gossan notes. "I'd be okay with sharing a ship with Gabbro. It would be useful not to have to wait for someone to come home when I'm training. I think if we did that it  would be used enough to not be prone to malfunction."

"That is something Slate would worry about." Feldspar says thoughtfully. "Okay, what are other reasons that non-pilot's are going to raise for not having an extra ship?"

"I think Hornfels is already working through how best to utilize the warp pads." Obsidian offers, mind taken off what was happening in the village despite themselves.

"The Warp Pads are useful in an emergency. But you still really need a ship to navigate the planets. Unless Slate has plans to improve our suits real fast." Gabbro counters. 

They spend the walk back home talking about ships. By the time The Village Crater comes into view Obsidian has relaxed as much as they ever do. If it wouldn't lead to another bout of panic Gabbro would point out that it was easy to stop thinking about 'virtual strangers deciding what to do about them'.

The Village is the same when they enter it. Hatchlings run up to excitedly ask the astronauts about their adventures. Feldspar promises scale raising tales of Hearthian eating blackholes, and daring forays into the vast openness of space. But only after the astronauts put away their gear at the Observatory. 

From there Gossan asks Gneiss where they might find Tektite. Gneiss' reply that Tektite was talking to Rutile, Hornfels, and Slate in the museum was unsurprising.

That's all it takes for there to be a clear path to the Observatory. Gabbro can feel Obsidian's anxiety increasing the closer they get without Obsidian doing anything to indicate it. Or maybe Gabbro is projecting?

Either way, it's unsurprising that Obsidian stops right outside the entrance to the Observatory, refusing to go a step further. "I can't do this." 

"What- '' Whatever argument Feldspar was going to make becomes a moot point when Obsidian stalks away towards the Zero G Cave. 

Gabbro's move to go after them is stopped by Gossan's hand on their shoulder. "One of you should talk to Rutile." The Flight Coach states.  "I can handle pulling Obsidian out of their head."

"Thanks for the  offer Gossan. But I know what-" Gossan stops Gabbro's argument with a shake of their head.

"You both need to adjust to relying on a community again." Gossan insists. "We can't learn how to help if we aren't given the chance, yeah?"

Gossan probably has a point. And Gabbro can step in as soon as Rutile is handled, if needed. 

"I'll be there as soon as I can." Gabbro relents. Gossan nods and walks away to find Gabbro's buddy.

Taking a deep breath they turn back to the museum entrance and steel themselves to face Rutile. Maybe the truth was that they wanted to hide in the Zero G cave too. 

But Obsidian had been staring the Anglerfish head on by themselves for a long time before Gabbro finally joined in. And they'd always taken the lead after, facing the danger first to lighten Gabbro's load. Maybe Gabbro could take the responsibility this once and lead the way.

"Let's get to it." Feldspar says like they always have for every risky adventure. It's just walking into The Observatory and yet it helps. The confirmation that this might be hard but Gabbro can get through it from Feldspar themselves.

Together they walk into The Observatory.

Hornfels is talking to Rutile and Tektite at the bottom of the ramp leading to the telescope. The conversation stops as soon as Gabbro steps into the Museum.

"You're back!" Hornfels says when it becomes clear no one else is going to break the silence. "How was Brittle Hollow?" 

"Thanks to Gabbro and Obsidian,  Riebek is ready to explore Brittle Hollow." Feldspar reports.

"How'd they manage that?" Tektite asks.

"We just showed them that the Black Hole isn't nearly as dangerous as you'd think." Gabbro says.

"It's not?"  Rutile inquires skeptically.

"The Warp Pads are localized black holes. Aren't they?" Hornfels says thoughtfully. "So it'd be the same as warping?"

"Yeah." Gabbro says.

"Okay. I get that." Tektite replies. "But how does that translate to the Black Hole not being dangerous? Just because it's not death by the blackhole itself doesn't mean being stranded wherever it lets out isn't dangerous either."

"There's a warp station at the White Hole." Gabbro says. "It sends you right back to Brittle Hollow." 

"When did you find this out, Gabbro?" Rutile asks.

Gabbro takes a breath, holds it, and lets it go. They can do this. It's just a conversation. "Obsidian was the one to discover it during the loops. They tripped, I think. Scared the life out of me when they fell again once we were traveling together.  They laughed themselves silly once they got back."

"They-" Rutile sighs. "No, that's exactly what they would do."

"You believe us?" Gabbro asks. No one ever believed them. It was likely a large part of why Obsidian was so upset. 

The others had taken to the truth as well as could be expected this time around. But that hurt in its own way. 

"It's difficult not to given the evidence." Rutile says, tipping their head. "Where is Obsidian?"

"Um." Gabbro says helpfully. 

"These two have been on their own for too long." Feldspar informs Rutile. "The evaluation was too much for Obsidian. Gossan's got them."

That statement more than anything seems to reassure Rutile. "I see."

If Gabbro didn't know better they'd say Rutile looked sad. But, everyone knew Rutile didn't like the space program. Surely this was just a consequence of putting their noses where they didn't belong.

"I'm going to inform Gneiss and some of the other villagers of the situation with the time loop." Rutile says. "Anything else you can share yourselves. Though I can't control the dirt digging. And I would ask that you stop hiding. If they knew, I think your fellow Hearthians would want to help."

“O-okay.” Gabbro says, surprising themselves with the stuttered reply. That’s Riebeck’s thing. Gabbro is the calm one. 

Rutile leaves and a much more comfortable silence settles. It’s the type of thing Gabbro used to love to be adjacent too. Off to the side meditating while their fellows did whatever. But now there was something more pressing they needed to do. “I’m going to check on Obsidian.” 

Gabbro doesn’t give anyone the chance to protest as they turn on their heel and leave. Though they do take a moment to put away their suit in its closet in the Observatory. No reason to carry around fuel and oxygen tanks.

Gabbro doesn't have to search far. Gossan has coaxed Obsidian to the mouth of Zero G Cave. There’s no doubt in Gabbro’s mind that Obsidian hadn’t gone as far in as they could before Gossan caught up. 

Obsidian notices Gabbro right away and gives them the thumbs up. No rescue needed. It seems like Obsidian and Gossan had finally had that talk that needed to happen since before Gossan declined to talk about this Universe’s Obsidian becoming Gossan's apprentice.

Gabbro is at loose ends. They wander the village a little, but it’s awkward. People are watching them and Gabbro doesn’t know if it’s for the same reasons or because of the time loop.

Their feet take them to the shipyard where Slate is head first in one of the new ships. Gabbro makes themselves comfortable off to the side and watches Slate work. This is usually where they feel like they're supposed to help even though they're way out of their depth.

But what will helping do, but upset Slate who will hide it in long exploring looks and further efforts to shove Gabbro into a box they don’t belong in? Maybe Obsidian wasn’t the only one who needed to have a talk with one of the founders. Gabbro hated direct confrontation, but maybe that’s what the situation called for?

A little later Slate finally notices Gabbro as they crawl out from the reactor bay. Maybe being a little heavy handed Gabbro doesn’t give them the chance to say hi. 

“I’m not a faulty engine.” Gabbro says as soon as Slate looks at them.

The engineer pauses in wiping off their hands with a dirty rag, brow creasing. “No. You’re definitely a Hearthian.” 

“I’m not a faulty Hearthian either.” Gabbro says stubbornly. 

“That’s a good thing. I don’t know how to fix Hearthians.” Slate says moving to join Gabbro. They let the silence hang, waiting for Gabbro to say what they’re really thinking. 

“I'm not an aerospace engineer." Gabbro adds just to be through.

"No. You're a brilliant physicist." Slate acknowledges sitting on a crate next to them. They sigh looking at the ground in front of them. "I'm curious how that happened? But-"

Gabbro waits tilting their head curiously. Gabbro isn't good at confrontation and Slate is bad at heart to hearts. But, at least they're both trying.

Slate sighs. "Neither you or Obsidian really talk about your home. You talk about the loops, but not us. Well, your version of us."

It's true they don't. It's awkward to be telling Slate about something Slate never did. And it hurts that everything is both gone and here. Sometimes it feels like it'd be easier to forget home altogether. But Gabbro misses it,  a phantom pain even when they aren't thinking about it. Maybe it does more harm to not talk about it.

"When I was little I spent a lot of time in the Observatory. I guess that's a common thing for us Travelers."

Slate nods, listening. It was nice to feel heard. 

"I liked listening to Chert and Hornfels talk about particles, force, and whatever." Gabbro smiles. "I also liked pretending to be listening while I napped in the museum. I learned a lot about the scientific process just by listening. But while Chert and Hornfels cared about the mass of distant stars, I liked closer, less explainable phenomena, like the Museum Shard."

"I guess-" Gabbro pauses, choosing their next words carefully. "We didn't have mentors. I hung around the shipyard some but it was only ever as much my place as the star charts were my thing.  I just really learned through listening. I like how varied and independent my education was, but I think I'm a little jealous of this universe's version of me."

"Why?" Slate asked, clearly surprised by this revelation.

"I- our Hornfels was a great teacher. And you all watched out for us in your own ways. But no one took the time to understand me." Gabbro says haltingly. "I just think this universe's me was really lucky to have you. I wish I had more of the skillset to repay you, as thanks for them." 

Slate smiles. "They would never have to repay me for listening,  Gabbro. And you don't either. That's why I'm here. And your theories are very interesting."

Their expression turns conspiratorial. "No guarantees that I won't terrify Gossan by coming up with ways your quantum principles can improve the ships. But you have already helped by being a good mechanic. I'm glad there will be someone out there besides Esker I can rely on to know which end of screwdriver to use when those hooligans crash my ships."

Gabbro chuckles. "Obsidian resembles that remark."

"I noticed." Slate grumbles, "Have they really flown perfectly good ships into the sun?" 

"Just the one ship." Gabbro shrugs." It was fine by the next loop."

Slate shakes their head in disbelief. "Feldspar and Gossan both think they're a better pilot than Feldspar."

"They weren't at first." Gabbro says. "But circumstances demanded they improve."

It's nice to just talk to someone without hiding. Obsidian would enjoy talking to Slate. They end up making some plans for the next ship, but they don't get very far before they're interrupted.

"Um, nothings going to explode? Right?" Glena asks, standing awkwardly at the entrance to the work area. Tephra is hiding behind their sibling. Gabbro was intrigued by why the siblings swapped roles in this universe.

"Nope." Slate says. "What do you need, hatchling?"

"Porphy is looking for help with dinner." Glena says.

"I'll be along in a moment." Gabbro offers feeling better about The Village than they have in a long time. "Ask Obsidian to help too."

"Okay." Glena says as Tephra pulls them away, only running a little. Gabbro chuckles at the cute sight.

"I didn't take either of you for cooks." Slate says.

Gabbro laughs. "We're not, but Obsidian and I are probably why dinner is running late. We might as well help to make up for it. And cooks don't have to chat."

Chapter Text

Obsidian

Feelings in Zero G

Obsidian isn't paying attention to where they are going. They’re focused on escaping, well, everything. It feels like they'd been running for so long trying to find some sense of normalcy in a dying universe. But there never was any to be found for long, even now that they were safe. The thought makes them choke on their next breath holding back the wave of fear and hurt threatening to consume them. 

It's unclear to them where all of this had even come from. But the thought of facing Rutile and telling them, even just about the time loop, had filled them with an anxiety they just hadn't been able to escape, despite Gabbro's best attempts at distracting them. When it had become time to actually see Rutile, Obsidian hadn’t been able to follow through.

They just need to sit for a minute in the quiet of Zero G. Meditate for a moment. It would all be okay when they were done. They just needed a forced restart like Slate's computers sometimes needed to work properly. There hadn't been anything like that in months.

They go down the elevator and all but collapse on the lip of one of the many sets of scaffolding in the cave. Their feet won't take them where they really want to go. So they sit there instead staring blankly at the false void below.

It probably shouldn't surprise Obsidian when they hear Gossan's familiar steps on the wooden deck. Obsidian startles anyway. 

"How long will you have to wait here before you don't have to face the village?" Gossan asks, sitting next to Obsidian like things are normal.

Obsidian laughs dryly, it's a bitter sound even to their own ears. "Usually it only took a loop. But I don't think a day will make everyone stop treating us like we're broken."

Gossan hums thoughtfully. "That sounds cold and lonely. No doubt you'll get hungry. Not to mention thirsty, we've only got stale sap wine down here. Don't think I missed you scrunching your nose at the wine at last month's campfire. I take it you don't like sap wine?"

Obsidian sighs, hunching forward and scrubbing their face tiredly as they rest their elbows on their knees. They wish Gossan would go away so they can breathe.  "How can we expect The Village to treat us normally when you're cataloging all the ways we're broken?"

Gossan pulls away with a gasp like Obsidian had struck them. "What are you saying Hatchling?"

Obsidian's ever smoldering anger flares suddenly from their seemingly endless well of pain. Gossan should know exactly what Obsidian means. "I'm saying you resent me for not being your sweet apprentice."

It's Gossan's turn to sigh tiredly. They lean back, settling their weight on outstretched hands and examining the glittering ceiling above. It's as pretty as the night sky at the start of a loop, before the stars all died.

"I don't resent you." Gossan states clearly. "I won't lie and say I don't miss my apprentice. But it's not as clear cut as you seem to think."

"Seems pretty simple to me, Gossan." Obsidian says angrily, it was easier to be angry. "You won't even talk about them. How is The Village supposed to accept us when you can't even act like things are normal?"

Obsidian isn't even sure who 'you' is in this case. Gossan personally? All five founders of Outer Wilds Ventures? The Village?

All Obsidian knows is they have a lot of anger and no one but Gabbro to understand. It'd been that way long before The Eye injected them into this universe and they were so tired of it.

"That's not as clear cut either." Gossan says. There's something raw in their tone that calls out to the grief settled deep into Obsidian's bones. They feel like hissing and growling at it like a threatened meadow lizard.

"If you were my apprentice, I think I'd be even more at a loss." Gossan says distantly. "If that crash happened for the reasons Slate thinks it did…"

"You blame yourself." Obsidian says the words aimed precisely. Maybe Gossan should feel guilty. 

"For more reasons than you'd think." Gossan says, turning towards them. Gossan's ears droop with a worried exhaustion that simply shouldn't be there at their age. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" Obsidian bites back the onslaught of words that want to follow. They won't break here. If they do it will never stop. Gabbro isn't even here to put them back together again.

"Aren't you a little angry with yourself for what happened  to our Gabbro?" Gossan asks knowingly.

Obsidian freezes. To have this new feeling that had silently simmered underneath Obsidian's scales so casually spoken. 

Does Gossan blame them for something they never did? Does everyone? Does Gabbro? 

Panic claws at Obsidian's throat. They can't think about that or they will fall apart. They breathe forcefully, like they might die if they don't.

"Like you'd know anything about that." Obsidian bites because if they don't they'll start crying. They can't. They won’t.

"Again, more than you'd think." Gossan says. "Truth is if I'd gotten the chance to meet your universe's me, I think we'd be having words."

"Why?" Obsidian asks harshly, mentally pushing back the onslaught of emotions threatening to overwhelm them. 

"Because even if they weren't your mentor, they were your coach, and they should have seen what I'm seeing in your eyes and done something, at least once. They failed you." Gossan says. It hurts worse that the harsh words are said with such compassion.

Obsidian's fists tighten in the space suit material covering their knees. Of course this Gossan sees that they're broken, just like Obsidian said earlier in the conversation.

“They were busy.” Obsidian defends their long dead coach. Their Gossan couldn't have known. Even if Obsidian visited sometimes when they missed The Village. It hurt but it wasn't their fault.

Gossan hums noncommittally. Obsidian curls around their knees wishing Gossan would just let it go. 

“I won't bad mouth your coach, Obsidian.” Gossan relents and Obsidian thinks they might breathe a little easier for it. “What I'm trying to say is that I am here and I do see. If you need someone to talk to about any of it, I want to listen. If you'll let me?”

Obsidian nods still staring at their feet, unable to really look at Gossan. They would love to talk about it but they don't have the words for what they've experienced. Only Gabbro knows, without Gabbro to act as the buffer between themself and the others Obsidian doesn't know what to say.

Gossan sighs, relaxing back a little. Obsidian wonders if they are done trying to help. They wonder if any of this helped at all? Obsidian felt less on the edge of panic about, well, but nothing was solved.

They do weirdly feel a little less ragged. They still ache with grief but they also feel like they might not be totally alone. Gossan was clearly trying to connect after all. It's not their fault Obsidian's too broken to meet them halfway. At least Gossan seems to see that too. 

“You know,” Gossan says leadingly. “Telling The Village about the loops might not even be the worst possible outcome from all this?”

That distracts Obsidian from how badly this conversation has hurt. Tracing all their sharpest edges with one of Slate's metal grinders.

“What do you mean?” Obsidian asks, a lot less combative than the last time they said the words to Gossan. It seems like a strange way to look at it, but Gossan has a better understanding of these people.

“You'll be given the room to figure out who you want to be now that it's all over.” Gossan says gently. “Who knows it might even be fun.”

“Yeah.” Obsidian says weakly. The truth is, they don't even know where to begin with that question. So many versions of themselves have been burned away. They can't think about it so instead they force themselves to smile. “Maybe you're right.”

Gossan nods happily and pats Obsidian on the back. 

"That's the way to approach it, Traveler." Gossan says proudly. "So, why don't we get out of here? We can see most of the village from the mouth of the cave. We'll survey the situation before you dive back into village life."

Reluctantly, Obsidian lets Gossan pull them to their feet and walk with them out of the mine.

They arrive at the mouth of the cave just as Gabbro leaves the museum. Obsidian gives their Time Buddy the thumbs up. Just letting them know that they aren't currently in danger. 

It was a shorthand they’d started using early in the loops when they were investigating septate things. Funny, that it was still applicable now when they weren't dying every 22 hours.

Gabbro waves back and walks away towards the village. They’re buddy looks a little stressed and Obsidian moves to help.

“Maybe a walk will help them clear their head.” Gossan says. “You can check in with them at dinner, yeah?”

So Obsidian let’s Gabbro have a moment to themselves. Maybe Gabbro needs it as badly as Obsidian does. 

Obsidian spends the next while at the cave with Gossan. No one bothers them. Gossan walks Obsidian through some grounding techniques as they pass the time. It's interesting information and helps keep Obsidian distracted from everything.

They aren't out there long when Tuff walks by. 

“I list sediments when I think too long about- you know.” Tuff says pausing at the mouth of the cave. “I’m not saying that specifically would work for you Obsidian. But a detailed list of your favorite things can help.”

Obsidian wonders if Gabbro knew about listing your favorite things as a way to calm oneself. They’ll have to mention it later tonight. They aren't comfortable having all their fears so directly called out, but it helps a little that Tuff didn’t make a big deal out of why Obsidian might need grounding techniques. They just mentioned their favorite and moved on.

When Tephra and Glena come to find them they feel like they might be ready to face the rest of The Village. They're at least calm enough to act like they're okay.

“Slate said you’d help Porphy with dinner.” Galena  announces to the world at large.

“It was Gabbro who said it.” Tephra corrects softly.

“Tephra.” Galena whines. “Obsidian isn’t going to help now that they know Gabbro volunteered them. We’re never going to eat.”

“You underestimate how much I like to eat.” Obsidian says flicking Galena’s ears so that they twitch and both hatchlings  giggle. 

“Gossan, I’ll see you around.” Obsidian confirms with their flight coach before letting the hatchlings lead them to where Porphy was putting together a fish stew. Gabbro was already hard at work descaling the fish to go in the pot. 

“Oh good.” Porphy says when they see Obsidian. “You can chop the leafy greens." 

Obsidian is sat in front of said pile of leafy greens and handed a knife. Gabbro smiles at them from their side of the fire. 

The hatchlings make themselves comfortable by the fire as well. Watching the trio work intently.

"Do anything fun this afternoon?" Gabbro asks as they work. 

"Hung out with Gossan for a while." Obsidian says, hoping Gabbro will hear the rest. That it's been a long day, but they're hoping things will get better. If only the ache in their chest would get with the program. 

"I did the same with Slate. It was, it was nice." Gabbro agrees. 

"We talked about ships a bit." Gabbro adds. "They're okay with the plan. Though 'calculating the load for both of us in our new ship will be a pain' and 'we're lucky they like us'." 

Obsidian surprises themselves by laughing at that. Porphy is listening in on the conversation with interest. "You two are planning to share a ship?"

Gabbro grins at Porphy conspiratorially, their smile eases some of the ache. "The best pilot in the solar system is willing to fly me around wherever I want, Porphy. Who's going to say no to that?"

"Gabbro." Obsidian complains feeling themselves blush. "You don't have to talk me up."

"I'm not." Gabbro brags. "It's the truth."

Porphy snorts. "Feldspar will have something to say about that."

"I'll go get them!" Galena offers excitedly. 

"That's not necessary." Obsidian protests. "I don't need to be the best-"

"Aw. But I wanted to know what Feldspar thought." Tephra murmurs.

There's the crunch of boots as Feldspar and Slate round the corner from the Shipyard.

"Did I hear my name?" Feldspar asks, lips twitching with amusement.

Obsidian groans, even more embarrassed. "No you did not. Go do something else, right now."

"You did." Gabbro counters, easy as breathing. 

"Gabbro is under the impression that our newest astronaut is the best pilot in the solar system." Porphy says slyly. "I figured you'd have thoughts about the claim."

Feldspar nods thoughtfully. "Well we've not had the chance to test that claim, but I'm not the pilot who escaped Dark Bramble." 

"That's it?" Porphy says, amazed.

Feldspar shrugs and sits by the fire. "I'm waiting to see. But if Obsidian can pull half the stunts Gabbro says they can-"

"Easy." Gabbro says proudly.

"Stop it!" Obsidian groans throwing a stem at Gabbro to emphasize the point. "There's no point in bragging. I'm either better or I'm not."

The truth is, were it anyone else, Gabbro wouldn't have to say anything. Obsidian would  brag all on their own. But this was Feldspar, the best that ever was. More importantly, the first. If Obsidian was good it was only because Feldspar was first.

Gabbro opens their mouth to keep bragging. Obsidian throws another stem to shut them up. This one hits them square in the mouth, dirty roots and all.

"Gross, Obsidian." Gabbro groans, spitting the plant out before retaliating by showering Obsidian in fish scales and laughing maniacally. It's like being covered in rock particles, made worse because it was fish.

"Ew!" Obsidian shrieks, darting around the fire and tackling Gabbro to the ground. Once they get Gabbro down it made sense to tickle their sensitive ribs. Gabbro howls with laughter and Obsidian grins letting themselves be happy for a moment. Chasing the thrill of existence is what had gotten them through before, after all. 

If they'd been paying attention Obsidian would have noticed the tension in the crowd coming to watch the spectacle. This probably didn't look like play to those who were used to Gabbro and Obsidian casually wishing harm on each other.

As it was, Obsidian was so focused on Gabbro's laughter that they didn't even notice Gabbro involuntarily flinching and throwing them off until it was too late.

Obsidian barely has time to register that the flames licking their elbow are hot before they are violently jerked in the opposite direction.

Laying breathless on the ground they stare up into Gabbro's wildly darting eyes. Their Time Buddy's breaths are too shallow. 

"Gabbro?" Obsidian asks, pushing themselves into a seated position. The nerves in their elbow scream in protest but it's easily ignored. 

Gabbro's eyes dart to their face and their whole body tenses. It's like Gabbro is frozen in place.

"Hey, it's okay." Obsidian says, recognizing a rare panic attack. It's not hard to guess why either. Gabbro hadn't been with Obsidian the first time Obsidian had by-passed The Strangers dream alarm. But they'd been on The Stranger and found Obsidian, after the fact. 

Gabbro doesn't respond.

"We're on Timber Hearth." Obsidian continues purposefully regulating their own breathing. Carefully they take Gabbro's hand. "I'm okay." Obsidian continues breathing deeply. 

Something shifts in Gabbro's eyes; they hear Obsidian now.

"Tuff taught me a new grounding technique." Obsidian says as calmly as possible. 

Gabbro's lower eyes blink and their breathing begins to slow. 

If Obsidian's own breaths weren't Gabbro's anchor right now, Obsidian would sigh with relief. "We list our favorite things. Let's do quantum objects."

Gabbro blinks, still unable to find their words. But their breathing is slowing and the tension is leaving their body. They'll be okay.

"There's the Quantum Moon, The Museum Shard, the tower gates," Obsidian continues, breathing the way Gabbro taught them and listing quantum objects.

Gabbro responds minutely to each new item and their breathing finally evens out. 

"Of course, there was The Quantum Poem." Obsidian says. "That's my favorite."

"Need to make another." Gabbro says shakily. That's all the warning Obsidian gets before Gabbro collapses forward and begins sobbing into their shoulder. 

It takes everything in Obsidian not to fall apart in kind. But Gabbro needed them to be steady and would do it for them.

Obsidian shifts so that their friend isn't hunched funny and holds them through the tears. Obsidian rubs circles on Gabbro's back whispering reassurances that they're both okay. 

Obsidian is peripherally aware of Feldspar running the crowd off. Gneiss, who'd come when it looked like they were fighting, refused to be run off from young Hearthians in need. 

"So, Tuff taught you grounding?" Gabbro hiccups still curled against Obsidian. 

"Yeah." Obsidian says. "Does it rate on the Gabbro Relaxation Scale?"

"Panic attacks rate a solid zero on the Gabbro Relaxation Scale, Time Buddy." Gabbro says pulling away and settling comfortably against one of the logs ringing the cook fire. They wipe their eyes with their sleeve. "We'll have to make a new scale."

"The Time Buddy Recovery Scale." Obsidian offers  as they stand. Their elbow takes that moment to remind them it had literally been in the cookfire moments ago. Obsidian hisses at the sensation.

"You are hurt!" Gabbro accuses, eyes going a little wild again. 

"It's fine." Obsidian reassures Gabbro more worried about another panic attack than their own injury "I'm just a little singed."

Gabbro raises a skeptical eyebrow and they aren't alone. 

"I'll be the one to determine that, Hatchling." Gneiss says. "Feldspar can you get the villagers tapping trees? The new sap wine will have to wait one more day because we need their help with dinner."

"You got it." Feldspar says  pushing themselves to their feet. "Dinner will be ready in no time!"

Feldspar leaves and Gneiss settles on the log Gabbro is leaning against. Porphy gets back to work on dinner, taking over Gabbro's work with the fish. 

Gneiss' handy first aid kit is already with them.  "Obsidian come here and let me see that elbow. Gabbro, can you distract Obsidian without playing like Hatchlings?"

"You got it, Gneiss." Gabbro says as Obsidian sits next to them holding out their arm. Apparently they decide the best distraction is conversation. It probably helped distract Gabbro too. "Porphy, why are you making new wine?"

Porphy winks at them both. 

Gneiss uses their distraction to remove Obsidian's sleeve with scissors. Obsidian had liked this shirt. It was soft and a nice shade of mossy green. 

"I'm calling it Survival Wine." Porphy informs them calmly.

Obsidian gasps and for once its not with pain. Survival Wine only happened in honor of a truly horrific event. An event that someone survived without reliance on the village. It was as much a celebration for the survivor as it was a promise from the village that they wouldn't fail them again. Obsidian doesn't know what to do with that. Would this Village feel the same if they knew the whole truth?

"Hey, that's cool." Gabbro says a little too mildly. "Eyes on me Time Buddy."

Obsidian looks from Gneiss' work to Gabbro just as the elder Hearthian begins removing fried scales and charred thread from the wound. Just to prove they can take it Obsidian makes themselves breath.

Gabbro casually takes Obsidian's free hand and intertwines their fingers giving Obsidian something else to focus on. 

"Can the wine be brambleberry flavored?" Gabbro asks glibly. "Oh, or it could be moon wine. That would be fitting. I wonder if the cactuses on the Hourglass Twins could be made into wine. I haven't tried drinking the water they hold but it's there."

Porphy chuckles at Gabbro's eagerness, while Gneiss continues picking things out of Obsidian's elbow. "What about you, Obsidian? Any requests?"

"Whatever's fine." Obsidian says flatly.

"'Sidian doesn't like Sap Wine anymore." Gabbro informs the group.

"Really?" Porphy asks, surprised.

"Yeah." Obsidian says unable to explain it any further. 

Porphy hums thoughtfully and keeps working on dinner.

Gneiss finally stops. "Okay one more big sting for cleansing the wound. Then I'm going to bandage it. Okay?" 

Gneiss doesn't even give Obsidian the chance to agree before they're rinsing the wound with cold clean water. Obsidian sucks in a breath and holds it.

"Bet Ghost Matter's still worse." Gabbro says squeezing their hand. "Come on, you still have to breathe."

Obsidian follows Gabbro's breaths till Gneiss is done cleaning and bandaging the burn. By that time Feldspars helpers had arrived. Without any cooking to be done Obsidian settles next to Gabbro and watches everyone else work. They both could use the break.

Chapter Text

Gabbro

Getting the Band Back Together

A couple of days after the incident with the cookfire finds Gabbro and Obsidian with a day off. Gossan had apparently taken Gabbro's request for breaks to heart. Not that that was stopping Obsidian from wasting the day working anyway.

Gabbro got it. The translator now worked for its original purpose. Though Obsidian had only quietly informed Hornfels of that fact. They were now very close to being able to have more than a one-sided conversation with Solanum.

It wasn't surprising that Obsidian had buried themselves in their work like Chert tended to bury themselves in star charts. But, it was break day and Obsidian was going to take a break with Gabbro for their own good.

"Hey Time Buddy!" Gabbro says, strolling into the Museum. Obsidian had neatly turned the area with the Nomai wall into their own little workspace.

"Hi Gabbro." Obsidian says distractedly examining the new keyboard on the translator. They were working alone because even Hal was away today fishing with Marl and Spinel.

"What you doin'?" Gabbro asks like they don't already know. They take the moment to lean over the back of the wall and watch Obsidian work. They feel a rush of affection for their Time Buddies expression of intense concentration. It was nice to see it for something more mundane than the end of the universe.

Even if their arm was still wrapped tightly in bandages from the accident and there was a tiredness around Obsidian's eyes indicative of poor sleep. The truth is Gabbro was starting to worry about their time buddy, but of course, Obsidian wasn't talking.

"Translator." Obsidian grunts wiggling one of the wires.

"Ah, overworking yourself." Gabbro says calmly, "I see."

"Am not." Obsidian retorts, eyes resolutely on their work.

"Then you'd be willing to go sit outside with me for a while." Gabbro challenges.

"But I'm getting close to figuring out the mechanics on the Hearthian text input." Obsidian whines. They'd call it a protest but Gabbro knows the truth.

"And you can't figure that out in the sunshine?" Gabbro says reaching down to flick Obsidian's ear like they were teasing a hatchling.

Obsidian finally stops looking at the translator in favor of grabbing Gabbro's wrist to keep them from messing with them.

"I'll only go if you stop that." Obsidian says pointedly. "And you still have to let me work. I want to get this done so we can talk to Solanum."

"Yeah." Gabbro concedes to the sadness in Obsidian's expression. "I miss our Quantum Friend too, Time Buddy. But she would want you to take care of yourself."

"We don't actually know that." Obsidian retorts hotly. "Since the translator-"

"She considered you a friend at the end of every first conversation." Gabbro interrupts. "Solanum, our Solanum, would want you to take care of yourself."

Obsidian sighs and sets the translator aside. Oh yeah, Gabbro was about to get some quality Time Buddy time without the translator as a spare booster. "What do you plan to do while we laze in the sunlight?"

"I figured we could take a signal scope or two up the big tree and listen for the other Travelers for a while. It will be like old times." Gabbro suggests. "Plus the sun won't cut it short on us."

Obsidian snorts. "Fair"”.

“Great. Let’s go.” Gabbro says stepping around the wall and holding a hand out to help Obsidian up.

Obsidian accepts their offered hand and stands but they don’t move to follow Gabbro out of the building.

“Aren’t you coming?” Gabbro asks, perplexed.

“As soon as I grab some stuff from upstairs.” Obsidian says heading up the ramp as they speak.

“I thought you weren’t going to work?” Gabbro says, following Obsidian because at this point that's kind of just what they do.

There were only work things on the second floor of the Observatory. It may have come off a little whiny, but Gabbro had been looking forward to some quality, not work related time with their buddy.

“Sun station doesn't count as work.” Obsidian says, winking at Gabbro with an upper eye. “Gossan has made that perfectly clear.”

Gabbro laughs at that, shaking their head. “But how are we supposed to share the dirt if you’re crunching numbers?”

“I figured it could be a side project after we’ve chatted for a while.” Obsidian says. “You know I sometimes need a third pair of eyes on my calculations.”

Gabbro sighs. "Fine. But you have to take breaks from the calculations too."

Obsidian grins. "I won't neglect my duties as an audience."

"You better not." Gabbro grumbles. But when Obsidian starts overloading their arms with paper, pencils, a calculator, signal scopes, and other measurement devices Gabbro does reach over to take half the load.

"We should stop by the Travelers Cabin to grab some pillows and blankets." Obsidian suggests as they walk down the ramp.

Gabbro laughs. "Trying to make a nest like when we were all in the hatchlings cabin together, Time Buddy?"

"If we're going to be sitting on the viewing platform for a while, there's no reason to be uncomfortable." Obsidian explains like they're talking to a very confused hatchling.

Gabbro laughs. "Someone pretty smart must have taught you that."

Obsidian nudges Gabbro with their uninjured elbow. "Don't fish for compliments."

"Never." Gabbro gasps, placing a hand against their heart.

Obsidian laughs, rolling all four eyes and leads the way to the Travelers Cabin. In short order they gather the supplies they need to be comfy and make the long trek up the tallest tree.

It's quiet at the highest point in the village. Moraine does not guard the tree with the same ferocity they did in Gabrro's universe. There is, simply put, no reason to do so.

Once they get their makeshift nest laid out Obsidian lies down leaning against a pile of pillows. Obsidian looks really comfortable just lying there. It's simple for Gabbro to recline on their back, head resting on Obsidian's chest. That should force Obsidian to actually rest for a bit.

Once Obsidian relaxes Gabbro reaches for their flute and starts to play. The two signal scopes have already been set up and one catches Esker whistling as the Attlerock rises above the horizon.

"This is nice." Obsidian says after a while. "I think I missed this. Not that I miss the loops, but this."

"I get ya, buddy." Gabbro says before returning to their flute.

They lounge together like that for a while. Obsidian makes observations about the sky and the village below until starting to doze off a little from the warmth of the sun.

Gabbro has played themselves into a nice meditative state when a surprised "eep" startles both Gabbro and Obsidian out of their rest.

"Um, sorry." Moraine says tentatively. "I- uh. No one's ever up here!"

"Just cause we're up here doesn't mean you can't be too." Gabbro says between phrases of flute. "It's not like this isn't village space."

"I don't want to interrupt." Moraine protests.

"We're just taking a break." Obsidian says.

"Okay." Moraine says hesitantly. There's a whole flute phrase of silence before Moraine says, "Can I sit with you?"

"There's plenty of room in the blanket nest, hatchling." Gabbro says kindly.

Moraine sits down and notices the signal scopes pointed in opposite directions. "What are those doing?"

"Listening to the other Traveler's so Gabbro has someone to play with." Obsidian says distractedly.

Obsidian shifts so that they're sitting and just like that, Gabbro's comfortable spot is gone. Remembering there's a hatchling to be a good example for Gabbro sits up without any pinching of Obsidian's ears or arms.

Gabbro resumes playing and Obsidian begins organizing their supplies to start crunching numbers.

"You could just ask Feldspar and Gossan to play with you.” Moraine says as Obsidian gets to work.

“Not the point of the exercise.” Obsidian says distantly. “They’re welcome to join us of course.”

Listening to everyone was all they’d been able to do during the loops. There hadn’t been an easy or happy way to spend time with the rest of the village. They couldn’t escape the time loop at home. But out at the edge of the solar system, they could at least spend some time with the other Traveler’s through music.

Moraine thinks about that for a bit while Obsidian mumbles to themselves about what numbers and measurements they will need to get started on the serious calculations. Gabbro just plays, letting it all wash over them like waves on a beach.

“Can I go get my Signalscope to track Reibeck?” Moraine asks shyly. “I miss them.”

“Of course!” Gabbro says, “We’ll be here when you get back.”

Moraine leaves and they return to relaxing. Though the silence of the moment doesn’t last long. The planks of the platform surrounding the tree creak as Feldspar runs up to join them. The older Hearthian had been growing stronger since their short foray into space. They had less tremors, and their memory was improving daily. The biggest concern was their continued lack of appetite and bouts of exhaustion. But Obsidian and Gabbro resembled that statement.

“I thought I heard the flute.” Feldspar states giving their blanket nest full of signal scopes and tools for scientific measurement an odd look. “What exactly is it that you’re doing?”

“Band practice.” Gabbro says.

“Calculating.” Obsidian says. “You can stay and help if you want, but Gabbro will want you to play with them.”

“Calculating what exactly?” Feldspar asks. Choosing a spot in the blanket nest and sitting down. “And what are the signal scopes for?”

“We’re listening to everyone.” Gabbro says taking a moment from their flute. They could really use a sip of sap wine anyways. Their lips were getting dry. Luckily there's a flask still in their pocket.

“Ah.” Feldspar says. “Seems like a good way to spend the day. So what are the calculations for?”

Obsidian grins. “Sun station. But we’re about to get a hatchling again, so we can’t say that.”

As if Obsidian had called them Moraine returns. “I found my Signalscope! Galena was trying to use it for hide and seek again. When will they learn that I don’t like it when they do that?”

Feldspar pulls out their harmonica. “Maybe you should talk to Slate about making you a new one. Then Galena can use your old one all they want.”

Moraine thinks about that for a moment then sits by Feldspar. They start searching for Brittle Hollow with their scope. It’s not long before Riebeck joins in with Gabbro’s flute and Feldspar’s Harmonica. Moraine keeping steady with Brittle Hollows path across the solar system. Esker and Chert chime in occasionally as the day wears on. Chert catching more often than the orbits allow when Obsidian uses one of the scopes to take measurements of the area surrounding the Sun Station.

A while later something catches Feldspar’s attention down below. In an instant they’re standing by the railing and waving. “Gossan grab your guitar and get up here, we could use you! Just, uh, just ignore what Obsidian is doing.”

Gossan yells something unintelligible back and presumably goes to get their guitar. A few minutes later Gossan joins them.

"Feldspar, don't tell me to ignore my apprentice." Gossan says as they join the group. Their guitar is slung across their back because their arms are laden with more blankets and pillows from the Traveler's cabin.

"It's okay, you can ignore me." Obsidian assures Gossan as they check another measurement with the Signalscope. Chert's drums catch on the scope and they have percussion for a bit.

That statement, of course, leads to Gossan paying very close attention to what Obsidian is doing.

"Sun Station?" Gossan asks evenly. But they don't sound annoyed.

"Yup." Gabbro says, because both Feldspar and Obsidian were going to be too scared to admit it.

"Want some help with the numbers?" Gossan offers while unslinging their guitar from their back to sit in the blanket nest next to Obsidian.

“Uh, you’re not just going to say no?” Obsidian asks mid measurement.

“I already said no.” Gossan says cheerfully. “I have been overruled by the travelers planning the trip. So now it’s my job to help you get there safely. Want some help with your calculations?”

Their fingers pluck their melody to the Travelers song as they speak. With Esker overhead, Obsidian pointing their scope towards The Twins and Moraine following Rieibeck it’s like the whole group is here. This is exactly what Gabbro had been hoping for, minus one Time Buddy shaped pillow.

“Okay.” Obsidian agrees. “Do the measurements I’ve written down so far look right to you?”

Moraine listens passively as the rest of them play music and talk about advanced mathematics. Gabbro finds themselves happier than they've been in a long time, just soaking it all in.

The smell of dinner rises to the platform before anyone else joins them. When the wood below creaks everyone looks to see Slate and Hornfels walking up.

“See Slate.” Hornfels says, “I told you we would find them somewhere.”

Slate snorts. “I knew we would find them somewhere. I just didn’t know if it’d be on Timber Hearth.”

“Grab a spot in the blanket nest.” Feldspar gestures to said nest. “Gossan and Obsidian are having a disagreement about how numbers work. I think they’re both wrong.”

“You could always take a look for yourself.” Gossan says. Their guitar had been set aside a while ago in favor of helping. Gabbro had stopped trying when it became clear it was Obsidian who was wrong and just being too stubborn to hear otherwise.

“Nah, I provided you with an astronomer and an engineer instead.” Feldspar says magnanimously.

Gabbro’s flute squeaks a little when they can’t contain their snort of laughter. That was the fastest way to not help with the calculations issue.

The ensuing conversation about velocity, gravity, and other forces is interesting. But Gabbro is intentionally staying out of it. It makes an interesting background to the Travelers song.

The ramp leading up to the platform creaks again to reveal Mica and Arkose deep in conversation.

"But why would they all be up here, that doesn't- oh." Mica's words trail off as they see that everyone involved with Outer Wilds Ventures who wasn't off planet were actually on the viewing platform. They probably made an odd sight, piled in an outdoor blanket nest equipped for music at a campfire and science in the Observatory.

"Looking for us, hatchlings?" Feldspar asks casually.

"Yeah…" Mica says, sounding confused by what they were seeing.

Arkose elbows Mica in the side and Mica shakes their head as if they were emptying it of dust. “Yeah.” they say more confidently. “We, uh, we want to go to space.”

“I thought you wanted to build ships.” Slate says. But they’re much more relaxed about it than Gabbro thinks their Slate would have been. Probably having already been through this once with the previous Gabbro.

“I want to do both.” Mica says. “It was okay when Gabbro was our engineer in the sky, but, they uh, seem to have forgotten how. And honestly it seems fun and I don’t just want to stay home while everyone else does cool stuff!”

“You still have to keep up with shadowing Slate.” Gossan says calmly. “But we can schedule flight lessons too.”

“Awsome.” Mica says, “Can Arkose come too? They really want to go to space.”

“And why do you want to go to space, Arkose?” Hornfels asks the other hatchling.

“Because I want to see more Ghost Matter!” Arkose declares very confidently, then “And, uh, I’m sure there’s more cool stuff out there but, like why does Ghost Matter even exist?”

“That’s a question for Obsidian and Gabbro.” Hornfels said.

“We’re by no means experts.” Obsidian says. “Arkose is the one who figured out how to test if it was truly hydrophobic.”

“Please, I’m sure I can help with more than Ghost Matter.” Arkose says. “I just don’t know what there is to help with yet!”

Gossan smiles. “Of course you can train too, Arkose.”

“Yes!” Arkose cheers. “So what’s with the blanket nest?”

“They’re listening for the other Travelers so they can play with them.” Moraine says primly. “And I don’t want to go to space. I like listening from the ground just fine.”

“No one says you have too.” Gossan says as Feldspar peers at something down in the village.

“We should clean up.” They say. “I think the fires's about ready. Obsidian you can look at your math with Hornfels and Slate after training tomorrow.”

With so many helpers it doesn’t take long to pack the blanket nest back to the Travelers Cabin. They’re not even late to dinner.

Chapter Text

Obsidian

Ship Shape

“So, you're saying it's not even alive?” Spinel asks thoughtfully. They glance at Obsidian briefly before returning their attention to their fishing line.

“No, but Nomai children used the skeleton's light to play games and the adults used it for research.” Obsidian explains tiredly.

They don’t even want to be telling this to Spinel of all Hearthians, but the fisherman wanted a new tale for the campfire. Apparently Obsidian had to have a bunch of them.

Spinel makes a face at that declaration. “That's the opposite of a good story, Hatchling. Are all your adventures during the time loop going to sound this dry? Why is this even important?”

“Because it taught me Anglerfish are blind.” Obsidian says plainly.

Spinel groans. “I've heard better no fish tales than that, Hatchling! I think Gabbro would tell this better than you are.”

Obsidian didn't understand that. Gabbro was a great tale spinner, but maybe they hadn't been in this universe. Maybe Obsidian was just biased.

“Oh thank stars, an actual tale spinner!” Spinel suddenly declares, face brightening considerably. “Feldspar! Come translate this hatchlings tale into something useful!”

Obsidian looks up to see Feldspar approaching with an easy grin. “What? You can't spin a tale from this fishing trip?”

“I told them everything there is to say about reaching the Anglerfish skeleton on Ember Twin.” Obsidian defends. Their story was perfectly fine.

“Like it was one of Hornfels’ reports.” Spinel retorts.

Feldspar grins, “I think Obsidian has gotten used to letting Gabbro spin their tales for them.”

“That would explain it.” Spinel laughs.

“Gabbro tells great stories!” Someone has to defend Gabbro since they aren't here to do it themselves. Not that Obsidian was doing a good job of defending Gabbro or themselves.

“Gabbro has impressive vision.” Feldspar replies, their tone much more understanding than Spinel at least. “You got to workshop their stories a bit for the village fire, like we're going to do for you.”

Obsidian doesn't really want their story workshopped. They'd rather just leave it all behind them. Now that the other villagers know about the loops, they will want to hear something of it. Better to workshop it now than invite more questions later.

“Fine.” Obsidian sighs.

“So. Start me from the top.” Feldspar says excitedly. “And I'll show you how embellishment is done!”

“Um, we tried to explore Dark Bramble a few times.” Obsidian says uneasily, trying to keep the horror of those early attempts at exploration from consuming them. “Gabbro and I were looking for the harmonica I kept hearing on my signal scope, but every time we went in we got eaten.”

“What?” Spinel says, reminding Obsidian that they are also part of this conversation. “Eaten, like-?”

“We should probably gloss over that last bit, Hatchling.” Feldspar covers Spinel's interruption. “So, you can't get past the beasties, what's next?”

“Well, we kind of gave up? Decided to get as far away from Dark Bramble as possible and check out Ember Twin. We were also checking all the Escape Pod sites, see? They normally led to Nomai cities. On the way through the caves we found the Anglerfish Fossil Overlook.”

“Woah, Hatchling, slow down, why are you in the caves?” Feldspar says.

“It looked like the Nomai went that direction?” Obsidian couldn't say the translator had led them. Spinel was right there listening. Keeping track of who knew what was exhausting, but actually talking about all of it was worse.

“Okay, a long scary trek through a cave leading to a massive glowing dead skeleton. I can work with that.” Feldspar says gleefully. Spinel nods their agreement next to Feldspar.

“Well, it's just a thin break in the rock that you can peer through.” Obsidian says, thinking about peering through the darkness, with only the one eerie light, until Gabbro fired their little scout through the crevice. “You can only explore from there with your little scout.”

Spinel sighs, “Then how did you learn anything about it?”

“Well, that wasn't the only way into the cave.” Obsidian says. Shouldn't that be obvious?

“Oh tell us about that!” Feldspar says eagerly.

“Well, if you leave the scout in the skeleton you can follow the tracker and light for it to a different entrance.” That leaves out a ton of clues left by the Nomai hatchlings, but there's not an easy way to explain that, since there had been no translator.

“You have to pass through The Sunless City and Stepping Stone Cave before flying right up through this crevice and into the skeleton itself.” Obsidian explains in what they hope is a calm tone. “Of course, we had to be quick during the loops because the sand was always rising on Ember Twin.”

“Okay, now that's something we can work with.” Feldspar grins. “What did you find once you got there?”

“Well, that's where we learned that The Anglerfish were blind. Which Gabbro correctly deduced meant that we could sneak the ship past them.” Obsidian tries to grins back, but they aren't sure it's convincing. “Wasn't hard to find the signal after that.”

“But you couldn't actually rescue me until now.” Feldspar nods. “Not with the loop and then everything after. Okay, so now I'm going to spin you two a campfire tale worth hearing.”

“If anyone can do it, it's you.” Spinel says encouragingly. Obsidian finds the statement a little insulting, they're a perfectly good tale spinner. They just have to be careful about what they say in the telling.

“Okay, this is going to be one of the good ones.” Feldspar says their voice takes on the familiar cadence of tale spinning. Despite themselves Obsidian finds themselves drawn in, curious what Feldspar will do with Obsidian's own story.

“This story starts in Dark Bramble. I'm stuck in a maze of vines sitting in the bones of a giant Angler Fish. I've been playing my harmonica for what seems like a very long time without rescue. But, I'm not the only Traveler stranded in the outer wilds, not this time.”

“Now, that's a start!” Spinel encourages brightly.

“There are two other Travelers out there, caught in a blasted time loop. They've lost all sense of time when they hear the harmonica. Of course, Obsidian and Gabbro try their best to crack Dark Bramble, but they don't know how to pass the hearthian eating Angler Fish. The beasties somehow always see the pair coming. They try and they fail to reach the harmonica signal over and over.”

Even knowing how the tale ends Obsidian wants to know what comes next. There is a reason Feldspar is the best tale spinner in The Village. It isn't just because their adventurous spirit has let them see more of the Outer Wilds than the average Hearthian ever will.

“Knowing it's pointless to try the same thing expecting different results, the time travelers turn their attention to the sun, or rather the little red planet closest to it.”

“Time Travelers!” Spinel exclaims, “I like that name for our unexpected friends, don’t you Obsidian?”

Obsidian silently nods their agreement. It's not as good as Time Pal's, but that's a nickname between them and Gabbro only.

“There's an interesting signal there too, a-” Feldspar pauses looking at Obsidian curiously “I need a descriptor for the Nomai emergency signal, Hatchling.”

“Crying,” Obsidian says, “like an injured hatchling.”

“-a crying beacon.” Feldspar says. “Obsidian and Gabbro already know this signal is for a Nomai crash site. Sure enough, they find an empty escape pod embedded into the crust of Ember Twin. They explore the pod and the cave system below, retracing the Nomai's path to safety, even as the sand rises.”

“As they reach the end, a light draws them forward. It peeks out from a crack in the cave wall, calling out to them like the harmonica.”

“Cautiously, they creep towards the light and peer into the cavern. There’s a massive figure below the light, just like the fish in Dark Bramble.

“To get a little more light on the situation they carefully fire their scout into the crevice. Just like that the skeleton of an Anglerfish is exposed to them.”

“That's not your usual flare, Feldspar.” Spinel observes.

“Well, this isn't my story.” Feldspar replies. “It's Obsidian's and I've noticed they tend to try to avoid explosions.”

“You can say that again.” Obsidian laughs, feeling themselves relax a little with Feldspar there. The horror of those early loops almost sounds exciting with Feldspar telling it.

“So, anyways.” Feldspar continues. “The Time Travelers see the skeleton and Nomai ruins surrounding it and decide to investigate further. Using their scouts directional indicator they travel deeper into the caves only to find the ruins of a great city!”

“Ooo! A city!” Spinel says in a voice that Obsidian thinks is meant to imitate a hatchling. “Tell us more Feldspar!”

“Yes it's a city, but that is its own story.” Feldspar assures Spinel the Hatchling. “This Time they pass right through the city cavern, trying to beat the sand as they race towards the scout. Just when they think they are lost they see the light of the scout shining from above. The Time Travelers climb up using their jet packs and find themselves in the beast's great gaping mouth.”

Spinel the hatchling gasps and Obsidian resists the urge to roll their eyes at it.

“There is also Nomai writing in the area, and despite the rising sand the Travelers take the time to do the translation. What they learn allows them to pass through Dark Bramble unharmed and finally find the source of that harmonica.

Spinel gives Obsidian an encouraging look, inviting them to play along too.

“What'd they learn Feldspar?” Obsidian asks dully, not quite able to bring themselves to fully play the part.

Spinel grins like they’d done something right.

“The fish were blind! You could sneak right past them without an issue as long as you were quiet. Not even I knew that, Hatchling!”

“No way.” Obsidian says, still trying awkwardly to do their part and making Feldspar laugh. Now Obsidian feels like they’ve done something right.

“The next loop the Time Travelers passed through Dark Bramble easily. Not long after they found that dashing Harmonical Player! Not that I recall the first encounter.” Feldspar grins mischievously at Spinel and Obsidian.

Spinel laughs loudly as Obsidian returns Feldspar's smile. It is technically true that only a few weeks had passed for Obsidian and Gabbro between finding their Feldspar and saving this one, or a few years, depending on perspective.

“Now that is how you tell that story!” Spinel says happily.

“Well thank you.” Feldspar says, “Course, I couldn't have done it without Obsidian having such a grand adventure.”

Obsidian blushes at the compliment. It's not like they really did much but wander around, there hadn't been anything else to do.

“Which speaking of adventure, Obsidian and I are needed in The Ship Yard.” Feldspar adds. “I'll bring your fishing helper back when Slate's done with them.”

“That's okay.” Spinel says, "I think we almost have enough to feed The Village.”

“See you later then.” Feldspar says gesturing for Obsidian to follow them to the shipyard.

“Why does Slate need us?” Obsidian asks once Spinel can't hear them anymore.

“They're installing the reactor on your ship.” Feldspar says grinning like they are fully aware of the thrill such news sends through Obsidian. “As you know it's heavy, delicate, and dangerous so they'd like a few spare hands to help with the project.”

“Sounds fun.” Obsidian agrees. The short trip to Brittle Hollow has only made them miss space more. Obsidian will do anything they can to help their ship be ready faster.

The truth is they need to be out there. It's a longing they can't fill. Except, unlike everything else they miss space is right there waiting. They just need to go.

“I figured you would say that.” Feldspar says, launching into an explanation of what installing the reactor entails. Feldspar has clearly been pulled into this project a few times by now.

Slate and Gabbro are waiting for them when they reach the shipyard. Gabbro is lounging next to Slate's tool chest while Slate double checks their mounts for the reactor.

Their Time Pal is nursing a mug of Porphy's famed spiced tree nut tea. Famed for helping a Herarhian stay awake or sober up. Gabbro had certainly put that last claim to the test during the loops.

It’s Gabbro who notices them first.

“Hey-o Time Pal.” Gabbro says mildly, waving at them with a wrench.

Obsidian goes to join them by the tool chest leaning over the top to make sure Gabbro should be installing a reactor. Along with the tea there’s a certain laxness to their limbs that makes Obsidian think they’ve been on the stream moss again. It could also just be exhaustion but that’s not great conditions to install a reactor under either.

Obsidian doesn't say anything about their concerns. There's no reason when raising their eyebrow and tilting their head curiously will be enough of a question on its own.

“Yeah, yeah.” Gabbro says, waving Obsidian's concern off gently. “Slate’s already told me I'm on tool duty and not to touch anything explosive. They also gave me this tea when I started getting jittery, which was nice of them.”

Obsidian can't quite keep a small smile from pulling up the corner of their mouth. It was good that others were looking out for Gabbro too. They reach down to pat Gabbro on the shoulder and go to join the work crew.

“I can get Gossan and Hal.” Feldspar says when Obsidian joins them. “If you need the extra hands.”

Slate sighs, “Nah, three insomniacs and a high hatchling install a reactor core sounds like a great introduction to a campfire story.”

“Is that really a reason to do something?” Obsidian asks uncertainly.

“It's the only reason to do anything.” Slate corrects. “Rules of the shipyard.”

Feldspar laughs and shrugs. “Then we better get to it!”

That's exactly what they do. Feldspar and Obsidian end up doing most of the heavy lifting while Slate does the instal itself. True to their word Gabbro brings tools when requested and otherwise lazes in a beam of sunlight cutting through the trees.

Somewhere during the install Esker comes by to help as well. The work gets done a lot quicker once they're here. Slate and Esker work together like a well oiled machine. It was the same in Obsidian's original universe, Obsidian finds the familiarity comforting.

It’s not until they are done that Obsidian realizes that Esker being here means that Reibeck or Chert must have come back as well. The group is lazing around the shipyard taking a break after some very difficult work. It’s a nice moment of rest, but Obsidian can’t let go of wanting to know why everyone is here.

“Are we gathering everyone again?” Obsidian asks.

“Monthly meeting, Time Pal.” Gabbro reminds them gently. Obsidian had forgotten about that, entirely. It would be about that time.

“Oh, okay.” They were still adjusting to the idea that it was even a thing that happened. Gabbro was used to the Venture being a group project, Obsidian wasn’t. It'd only ever been them and Gabbro doing the exploring. “Do we have anything particular on the agenda?”

“Seems like it might be time to figure out what we’re going to do with your quantum friend.” Feldspar says, “Since you’re finishing up the translator.”

It’s hard to explain, but Obsidian doesn’t like that. The Quantum Moon was their discovery, Solanum is their friend. Sharing with Gabbro is inevitable but they don’t want to invite anyone else in. And here is the venture assuming that’s how it’s going to go.

Besides, it would be a terribly difficult thing to do. Taking the entire venture to the Quantum Moon. The most likely outcome was all the possibilities collapsing due to the weight of observation and no one going anywhere.

Still, if a meeting was happening there would be plenty of time to make their issues with this plan be known. So Obsidian shrugs and takes a sip of their own water. “Sounds like a good time.”

Gabbro snorts from their spot by the tools but decides not to share what’s funny with anyone else. This is of course normal Gabbro behavior in the others opinion. Obsidian appreciates not having everything they’re thinking revealed to the group right now.

“So, how long do you think it will take to finish Obsidian and Gabbro’s ship, Slate?” Esker asks when it becomes clear that the topic of the Quantum Moon has passed.

Slate hums thoughtfully, eyes roving the sky sightlessly as they do some quick thinking. “A week? Little longer because they’re requiring a lot of fancy stuff for their computer.”

“Need a way to track what we think should be out there and what actually is.” Gabbro argues. “Everything else is just what Obsidian had anyways.”

“You made me break the Nomai Statue.” Slate retorts lightly. “Hornfels is still complaining about it. I’m sure we’ll hear about it during the meeting.”

“Hornfels will be happy when they realize precisely how much data that little chunk of rock lets us store.” Gabbro shrugs. Obsidian can also sense the others wondering if their easy attitude about this is just their nature or the stream moss.

Of course, Obsidian knows the truth, which is that while they would normally be a little less blunt about not caring, the stream moss had very little to do with it. Gabbro was just like that and Obsidian was grateful for it. Their easy going attitude allowed them to keep their head when there was a situation.

Slate shrugs. “Can’t argue with that.”

It was of course why they did it in the first place. They spend a little longer hanging out before going to greet the other Travelers. The meeting wouldn’t happen until the next day. Everyone wanted a little time to recover from their travels. Obsidian couldn’t begrudge them that.

Chapter Text

Gabbro

Quantum Conversations

Gabbro shares a long communicative look with Obsidian from across the campfire. They hadn't even gotten to the meeting part of the monthly meeting and it was already on track to be a complete disaster.

They wonder if every meeting was going to cause them this much trouble.

They were all gathered around the main village fire. Chert, Riebeck, and Esker were taking the opportunity to be caught up on the daily happenings of the villagers.

Obsidian had seemed terribly embarrassed when Spinel had insisted that someone tell the Anglerfish story. They barely stuttered out three words before Feldspar had taken mercy on them with a story Gabbro had been able to tell the three had practiced beforehand.

Gabbro thought it was great that someone was trying to teach Obsidian how to do it properly, but Obsidian was clearly still struggling to accept the kindness. Luckily it was a welcome home party for Chert, Riebeck, and Esker so past the one story no one had paid much attention to Gabbro or Obsidian.

Riebeck did tell about discovering the White Hole Station. The villagers had been an eager audience, jokingly scolding Obsidian and Gabbro for scaring Riebeck by jumping into the monstrosity at the center of Dark Bramble. Followed by actual praise from the village elders for helping a fellow traveler conquer their fears.

They both took the fake scolding in stride. Riebeck quickly redirected the village's attention to what further study of the White Hole Station had shown. Primarily, that the station deactivates after about an hour. Gabbro can't help but wonder a little sadly if it had been the same in their universe but neither Gabbro nor Obsidian had noticed.

That part of the evening hadn't been so bad, but then Tuff had asked what they were going to explore next, which had led to discussion of the Quantum Moon.

It wasn't so much how excited everyone was to explore the Quantum Moon. Even with Solanum's potential existence going unmentioned, knowing it could be explored was a huge deal. No, everyone's excitement was not the problem.

The problem was how the other Traveler's were approaching it.

“Well, we'll need to consult our resident quantum expert, of course.” Hornfels is currently explaining to the village. “But the moon's changeable nature gives it a very high accident risk. So we'll have to proceed with an abundance of caution.”

Gabbro resists the urge to sigh and turns their attention to the marshmallow they are currently incinerating. This had been mentioned several times now and Gabbro was worried that the abundance of caution was going to make the Nomai's traveling moon shockingly static.

“We have an expert on quantum mechanics?” Tuff asks curiously. “I thought you weren't sure what was causing the freaky illusion in the museum and grove.”

Hornfels nods and looks at Gabbro chuckling a little. “Yes, though for being an expert at the observation of quantum objects they currently aren't minding their marshmallow very well.”

“Am too.” Gabbro argues waiting a second more for the marshmallow in question to darken nicely before pulling it out of the fire and blowing out the flame still engulfing it.

“And the Museum Shard is not an illusion.” Gabbro argues for what must be the hundredth time in their life. “All five shards in the solar system, each a broken piece off the quantum moon mind you, exhibit quantum properties just like the moon itself.”

They eat their tasty burnt marshmallow while the village digests that. Once the village has had their moment Gabbro spends a while trying to field increasingly confused questions about how quantum mechanics work. Eventually Hornfels intervenes.

“I think this is something that's best explained through an interactive experience.” Hornfels expertly soothes the confused villagers. “Once we're done with the Quantum Moon initiative I'll work with Gabbro to set up a better explanation in the museum.”

Gabbro nods their agreement to that and accepts the opportunity to munch on another marshmallow. The conversation returns to what the rest of the venture is doing. Gabbro lets it wash over them.

At some point Obsidian comes to sit by them.

“No point in worrying about it until tomorrow.” They say softly.

Gabbro nods their agreement. Obsidian is right of course, no need to alarm the village further with the detailed technical discussion. Still that means a night of worrying about what will come.

Eventually the fire does wind down. Most of the Travelers head to the Traveler’s Cabin, but Gabbro doesn’t follow the group. No reason to have everyone start the meeting cranky because Gabbro can’t sleep more than a couple of hours before they wake themselves up with a horrific nightmare.

It isn’t surprising when Obsidian falls into step with them as Gabbro walks away from the village. “Don’t you want to sleep in your own bed?”

Obsidian snorts. “Not my bed, and even if it was I don’t think it would feel like mine anymore.”

Gabbro accepts that easily because Gabbro would rather share a fire with Obsidian for the night as well. It’s not the first night they’ve done so anyways, even after sort of being the last two people in existence. There’s a very small clearing along the shortcut between the Observatory and the Launch pad that works nicely.

Obsidian and Gabbro keep their hammock and sleeping bag stashed in a crate nearby. It’s easy to set camp and fall asleep underneath the stars. Of course Gabbro wakes several times due to nightmares and has to walk Obsidian through a panic attack when they wake up with Giant’s Deep overhead. But it's a quiet night. They are rested well enough when it becomes time to meet the others in The Observatory.

Hornfels had set up a couple of tables with some benches from the village for the meeting. There are a few rolled up star charts at one end resting innocently like blue prints. There’s also notepads and pens for each traveler and a few calculators for calculations.

The table is notably at the entrance to the Quantum Shards home against the craters' cliff face. It was obvious to the casual observer that Hornfels was hoping that it could inspire a more productive discussion regarding a much more challenging quantum object.

Gabbro now wishes they’d arrived prepared for this meeting. They should have brought notes of their own. Maybe tried to access the quantum towers to show proof that the Nomai’s had agreed with the principles. Stars but it would be useful to have Obsidian’s ship log still available to them.

The other Travelers are already present of course and they are met enthusiastically. Obsidian hangs back behind Gabbro like they’d suddenly developed a case of timidness. Gabbro was going to need their time buddy to be braver than that if they were going to change Hornfels mind.

Once Obsidian and Gabbro get themselves seated Hornfels jumps right into it. They of course brought notes to talk off. Gabbro generously does not sigh about it. It might be a whole different universe but some things never change.

“Okay, we’ve got a lot of things to discuss today.” Hornfels says excitedly. “Including our big initiative to explore the Quantum Moon! But first let's have each Traveler give a report of what they have found in the last month. And then Gossan, Slate and I can explain what projects we’re working on.”

The next two hours are spent with everyone providing brief summaries of what they’ve been doing. Esker had been keeping an eye on things as always and now tapping trees for Porphy. Chert had been watching for unusual supernovae, finding nothing. Though they had caught a protoplanetary disk in the making for their efforts!

Reibeck had been exploring The Hanging City. They asked that Obsidian or Hal join them some time with the translator once it was finished. It’s not that they couldn’t translate the text there by hand, it’s just that the translator would make it so much quicker.

Feldspar lamented that except the one outing they’d been helping with boring administrative stuff. A sentiment Gabbro and Obsidian shared. When Hornfels showed signs of pressing about their experiences during the loops Obsidian had curtly informed them that it would take all week to review it all and this was supposed to be brief and only review the last month.

Gabbro wasn’t sure the other Travelers understood Obsidian well enough to realize that what Obsidian had meant to say was that they still weren’t ready to talk about it. Still, the conversation did move on and that was probably all that really mattered in the first place.

Slate went next, talking about finishing Feldspar's ship and now working on Obsidian and Gabbro's shared ship. It was almost ready having passed a very short test flight. This news made Obsidian brighten like a bonfire.

Gossan talks a bit about the additions Gabbro and Obsidian have helped them make to the safety program and their plans to start training with Mica and Arkose. That of course derails into a discussion about the new trainees in general.

Finally Hornfels finishes the thing with a few observations they’ve been able to make using the big telescope. This of course all ties back into what all the other travelers have been doing since the last meeting. Hornfels observations are what has traditionally driven exploration after all.

Once everyone is caught up on the others' doings for the past months the discussion Gabbro has been secretly dreading begins.

“So, next up is to discuss how we’re going to get to the Quantum Moon. I know we shouldn’t try to complete that objective without the translator but I understand that Obsidian says it is closer than ever to being complete.” Hornfels says excitedly.

“I’m just finalizing the text output side of things.” Obsidian confirms.

Hornfels nods and turns to Gabbro. “I know it probably seems like you’ve done it a million times. But can you go over your Quantum principles one more time? Just to make sure we’re all on the same page.”

Sighing, Gabbro once again explains how quantum objects work and why as far as they can tell. They go a little more in depth but know from experience that if they start going too far into the details, especially the math and how it ties to particle physics, there will be arguments. So they try to keep it just detailed enough to help the mission happen. No need to try to explain how the macro-quantum properties they are observing in the field work in conjunction with Tuff’s micro-observations in particle physics. That is until Slate brings it up.

“We need to discuss how that plays with particle physics sometime.” Slate says with a manic gleam in their eye. “I think what you’re discussing may have implications for building almost instantaneous information transfers between Travelers and Ground Control. I’m just very stuck on how to make it work.”

“Okay.” Gabbro agrees with a shrug. They weren’t sure how quantum mechanics could transfer into computing but if anyone could figure it out it was Slate. There wasn’t a reason not to try. Though, it would be concerning if their proximity to The Eye accidentally made entire computers quantum.

“That will be a fascinating discussion.” Hornfels says diplomatically, “But right now we’re working on reaching the Quantum Moon. We need to discuss who is going to head up this initiative and Gossan, I believe you have safety concerns.”

“Yes.” Gossan says, shuffling their notes awkwardly. “From Gabbro’s explanation of how the moon works I am concerned there is the possibility that someone will get stranded away from the moon and the rest of us.”

“As long as you aren’t a geyser jumper about it you can basically ride the moon wherever you want.” Obsidian says pointedly. Then frowns thoughtfully. “The moon will seemingly eject your ship into space if you land on it with the ship, but there are ways around that.”

“Ways?” Gossan asks cautiously.

“Uh, the Mountain Geysers.” Obsidian admits equally as hesitant. Gabbro huffs a laugh at their Time Buddies awkward phrasing. Obsidian had just said they shouldn’t be geyser jumpers then suggested geyser jumping as a solution to the problem at hand.

Of course any suggestion of using the geysers as methods of launch is not going to be well received by Gossan or Hornfels. They wouldn’t be surprised if no one else was keen to try it. There was a reason geyser jumper meant idiot after all.

“That is way too dangerous.” Gossan says. “I know you two are confident in your abilities, but even then the risk is too high. Not to mention I am concerned the rest of us would not be able to do it. We will need to find a different method for approach.”

Obsidian sighs frustratedly but lets the discussion happen anyways. They’d discussed this the night before, that they would have to let the others say what they were thinking and work together as a group, or at least try to.

“We could let individual astronauts enter the atmosphere of the moon, with a ship nearby on stand by.” Chert offers. “Having an extra set of eyes, will help keep the moon from going anywhere unintended as well.”

Gossan nods in agreement with that plan, eager to have some way to ensure that there is no geyser jumping involved.

“How many astronauts are we planning to send?” Hornfels asks. It’s already too many by Gabbro’s estimation.

“There’s no way Gabbro and I aren’t going.” Obsidian says firmly. “Solanum was our friend and we owe it to her to find her wherever we are.”

The firm line of their lips tells Gabbro there will be no arguing with them. The others seem to be able to figure that out as well.

“That’s fair.” Feldspar says. “Though Gossan is being a stickler for that probation they have them on, so it will be a four Hearthian team.”

It’s not overly surprising that Feldspar is going. If there’s a huge discovery being made Feldspar will always be in the middle of it. It’d be more surprising if Feldspar didn’t insist on going.

The only problem is that they’re now looking at a minimum of six observers cramped into small ships trying to coordinate viewing and not viewing the moon to reach it and then cramming into the Quantum Tower and hoping the ship pilots can resist observing long enough for the moon to move freely.

“All the current ships don’t do well with a load of more than two people.” Slate says. “I know Obsidian made it work for rescuing Feldspar, but it’s honestly testament to their skills that they didn’t crash while landing.”

That stunt really must have been dangerous if Slate was worried.

“So? We have three ships we can send them with three pilots.” Gossan says calmly. “The empty ship can be tethered to a piloted one while we work.”

“The Village is going to notice six of us leaving the atmosphere at once to head for the same place and want to watch what we're doing.” Gabbro points out. “That's in addition to two pilots and four astronauts watching the moon. I’m not sure the possibilities will be able to do anything but collapse under that much observation.”

“It’s a risk.” Hornfels admits. “But surely we can figure something out.”

Gabbros' concerns for why this won’t work are brushed off that easily. It stings.

“I’m not even sure three of us will fit in the Nomai tower, much less four.” Obsidian tries. “And the three ships are more likely to get in the way of each other than actually help.”

“It might take a couple of attempts.” Gossan soothes, “But like Hornfels says we’ll figure something out to safely reach your friend.”

“It’s not like we can even go yet.” Riebeck intervenes trying to soothe the tension between the two sides. “Obsidian still has to finish the translator.”

“See, we have plenty of time to discuss options!” Hornfels says happily as if that solved it. “So, any other questions or concerns.”

Gabbro has a lot of concerns. Primarily that it’s going to be a very long time before they are actually able to visit Solanum, if she is even there. Gabbro didn’t want to wait. It was already painful waiting on Obsidian to finish the blasted translator.

Not that they’d ever say that. Obsidian was working night and day to complete the project. Burning themselves out trying to save their Quantum Friend. The project really did need to be completed for clarity's sake. Gabbro was not sure about the rest of this plan.

The rest of the group moves on. Talking about exploring the Sunless City and trying to reach the Sun Station. Another disagreement breaks out about the validity of Hal simply removing the cactuses versus landing on it.

Gabbro makes eye contact with their Time Buddy across the table. They aren’t surprised when Obsidian rolls their eyes. Gabbro was willing to bet their extra rations that Obsidian was going to do something reckless as soon as that translator was done. It was fine though, Gabbro could use a change of pace.

Chapter Text

Obsidian

First Contact

It's well past most of The Villagers bedtime when Obsidian finally sets the Translator Tool down. They'd spent the whole evening in the Observatory to Gabbro's obvious frustration. Gabbro had eventually gone to find their hammock leaving Obsidian in the Observatory.

But that didn't really matter. Just as they'd told the venture during the monthly meeting, the translator had been close to completion. Now it was done. A spiral of purple text shines on the text wall before them. It reads 'Greetings. My name is Obsidian."

It is complete. They could go talk to Solanum right now. She's really only one geyser jump away. But the Founders are going to want them to bring ships that aren't quite finished. There was also the fact that Obsidian and Gabbro were still on probation and couldn't go out without supervision. Adding more conscious observers to the expedition was just going to make it harder for the moon to go anywhere.

Obsidian just wanted to visit Solanum. They wanted to know definitively if she was alive in this universe. Obsidian longed to have more than a one sided conversation with their friend.

It wasn't fair that they couldn't go their own way. Hadn't they already proven themselves more than capable? Feldspar was alive and Reibeck had been sending back new data, because of Obsidian and Gabbro. What else was there to prove?

Gossan had asked them who they wanted to be, but Obsidian couldn't learn when they couldn't even go anywhere without permission and supervision. The short stint in space weeks ago had been great but Obsidian longed to fly.

Mind made up, Obsidian sneaks through the village to the campsite they sometimes shared with Gabbro. They have second thoughts as they go. If Gabbro is sleeping, Obsidian should let them. Sleep was a precious commodity for them both these days.

However, just as Obsidian turns to go they catch the familiar tones of Gabbro's flute. Obsidian grins and sprints the rest of the way to their camp. Gabbro barely blinks at Obsidian's sudden appearance.

"Heyo, Time Buddy. It's a nice night, isn't it? Come to catch some sleep? Can't say I'm having much luck." Gabbro greets and suddenly in Obsidian's mind the hammock is hung loosely above the sand on Giant's Deep. It's not panic really, just a visceral memory. There's only one way to reply though.

"Then why don't we trade lounging with adventure." Obsidian says. "I want to go to the Quantum Moon."

During the loops Gabbro complaining about their current environment was an unspoken invitation to take them somewhere else. That probably wasn't how they meant it while grounded on Timber Hearth, but that doesn't mean Obsidian can't try.

Gabbro actually sits up to pay better attention once Obsidian speaks. Though their next words are cautious Obsidian knows by the way Gabbro is grinning that they will get their way.

"Hornfels and Gossan aren't going to like that." Gabbro says. "Besides, I thought you were waiting to finish the translator."

"I finished it just now." Obsidian says, "And I don't like how they're expecting the moon to do anything with a ton of observers. So, are we going or not?"

Gabbro grins and gets out of their hammock. "Well, you're not chatting with Solanum without me. That's not fair."

Obsidian laughs. "Good."

They have to sneak all the way back to The Observatory to get their suits. Gabbro also insists on bringing Slate's new portable emergency beacon, just in case. While compact it's got enough range to ping Hornfel's workstation from Ol' Spacey. Obsidian just knew this was built in direct response to finding Feldspar in Dark Bramble. Still, they would need something if they ran into trouble.

After a short whispered debate, they agree it still makes the most sense to approach the Quantum Moon from the Geyser Mountains. Obsidian knew it was true but that didn't mean they had to like it.

"I don't want to walk all the way there." Obsidian says as they climb out of the crater and onto Timber Hearth's open meadows.

"You want to waste fuel even less." Gabbro says sensibly.

Obsidian sighs knowing Gabbro is right. "You're lucky I like you."

Gabbro laughs. "You're lucky one of us thinks before they leap. Now come on I want to get this done before The Village has the chance to get a full search for us going."

"We could leave a note in the Observatory." Obsidian offers. They don't really want to worry anyone.

"And have twenty sets of eyes on the Quantum Moon while we try to do our thing?" Gabbro chuckles as they both imagine the problems that would create. "Yeah, no thanks, Buddy."

They walk to the Geyser Mountains and climb for what feels like most of the night. The pitch black of night is turning a pre-morning gray when they reach the summit.

There's definitely going to be a search party in a few hours. But it's too late to turn back now. Obsidian checks in with Gabbro anyways.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" They ask.

Gabbro shrugs. "I'm sure I want to do this more than I want to deal with doing it Hornfels and Gossan's way."

Obsidian laughs. "Fair enough. So are you going to bring the Quantum Moon to us or not?"

"Close your eyes." Gabbro instructs.

Obsidian grins and does as Gabbro asked. It's thrilling, the simple act of closing their eyes with precarious drops on either side of them. But Obsidian trusts themselves not to fall. They trust Gabbro to catch them if they do.

Obsidian listens to Gabbro's boots crunching against the ice as they turn in lazy circles. Then the sound of the scout taking a picture, then Gabbro says, "Okay, I've got it. You can open your eyes."

The Quantum Moon is orbiting slightly to the east. Its cloudy surface glows eerily in Timber Hearth's night. It's close enough that they can reach it without wasting half their fuel.

Obsidian turns to the geyser's vent and reaches for Gabbro's hand. "Together?"

"Of course." Gabbro says, hand wrapping around their own. A moment later they leap from the ledge and into the oncoming geyser jet. It lifts them up and into the thinnest parts of the atmosphere. They separate of course, to use their jetpacks when gravity tries to keep them home.

It's a short flight to the Quantum Moon. Obsidian leads while Gabbro keeps their gaze firmly on their scout launcher picture. They hold hands so that they remain entangled with each other. Once their direction is set Obsidian closes their eyes.

It is only a few moments before they are passing through the dense gray clouds that surround the Quantum Moon. They end up using a quarter tank of fuel each before their feet touch the false grassy meadows of Timber Hearth.

Solanum's ship stands tall next to a sparse out-cropping of pine trees. They'll peek inside it later, after they've spoken with its pilot. Obsidian is too worried that Solanum didn't survive to do otherwise. They start walking as far north as the moon will allow.

They're making great time. Eventually they make their way to the cliffs surrounding the south pole. They start turning, trying to make the quantum shrine appear.

Despite the resounding success so far, Obsidian can't quite shake their unease. While her ship is here, glowing softly a few feet to their left, they haven't seen Solanum. Not that either of them have looked.

It's Gabbro who gives voice to the worry, "Haven't seen Solanum yet." Gabbro notes, like it's just a casual observation and not tightening Obsidian's chest with anxiety. The tense lines of Gabbro's shoulders and slight edge to their voice prove that Gabbro is worried too.

They've gone as far north as they can without using the shrine. Obsidian opens the door for them while Gabbro readies their flashlight. They step inside and close the door, not bothering with the light switch.

When they're both ready Gabbro clicks the flashlight off and on again. The water suddenly lapping Obsidian's boots tells them they are at Giant's Deep before they even look.

"Let's try this." Gabbro says, opening the door with a look. Obsidian watches as Gabbro breathes deeply and relaxes despite their growing concern for Solanum. Giant's Deep, or any approximation of it, has that effect on them. Even the Southern Observatory on Brittle Hollow, with its model cyclones is enough to relax Gabbro.

The North Pole Cyclone is where it always is, only just blocking their access to the North Pole. Its a long trek there, Obsidian can't keep their eyes from wondering the moon.

A strange shape catches Obsidian's eye, it is standing taller than a hearthian and distinctly Nomai shaped. Startled, because nothing that size but Gabbro and Obsidian should be standing, Obsidian blinks.

The shape moves, but remains in place. As Solanum's body often does. She seems a little small in her new position, but surely that's just the mist and distance obscuring her.

“I've got her.” Obsidian says directing Gabbro's gaze in the corpses direction.

Gabbro sighs in relief. “Thank stars, well, ready to see her for real.”

They bring the tower to the cyclone and try again. The best planet to attempt this with is home of course. With any luck no one will have realized they are missing, yet.

Together they step into the tower and close the door. Clicking the flashlight off and on until grass is underneath their feet again.

Its not far to the north pole. Obsidian tries not to worry when Solanum is missing again. She'd been at Giant's Deep, she had to be here. The moment where she appeared to stand was different but at least they saw her. She had to be at the south pole in the sixth location.

Gabbro brings the tower to them and they step inside one last time.

"Ready?" Gabbro asks. Just to be sure.

"As I'll ever be." Obsidian says, like they have for a thousand different versions of the same question. Ready to dash through the caves of Ember Twin? Ready to dodge a lot of anglerfish? Ready to go to The Eye? To collapse the possibilities?

The answer was the same as it ever was.

Gabbro nods in understanding but they don't switch off the light. Instead they bonk their helmet against Obsidian's leaning their slight frame into Obsidian's chest. Obsidian wraps their arms around Gabbro in a protective hug.

"I'm worried that she's just actually dead in all locations." Gabbro confesses softly.

"We won't know until we go." Obsidian replies. "But I'm worried too."

Obsidian takes the Scout from Gabbro and reaches down with their free hand to hold onto Gabbro's hand. "Ready?"

Gabbro exhales slowly. "Let's get to it."

It takes a couple of tries. Each pulse of the flashlight sees Obsidian's heart rate increase with anxiety and anticipation. Soon enough the swirling marble like surface of The Eye is below their feet.

Gabbro squeezes their hand a little tighter as they both take steadying breaths. "We're here. You want to do the honors."

Obsidian tilts their head to the side gently bonking their helmets one last time. "Sure."

The mechanism to open the door follows their gaze as easily as it ever has. The door slides open and the long path to the South Pole is before them. The sky is smoke and lighting. The ground and walls around them are the same marble blue rock of The Eye.

"I think I'm going to be sick." Obsidian mumbles as their nerves get the better of them. It was upsetting being so close to the thing that destroyed their literal universe not too long ago. Obsidian hadn't expected that.

"Not in the spacesuit, Time Pal." Gabbro intones. The edge to their voice revealing their own anxiety.

Obsidian takes several deep breaths before letting Gabbro pull them down the familiar, yet, shifting path. The quiet is oppressive and Obsidian finds themselves clinging to Gabbro's hand. This short walk feels like one of the hardest things they've done in their life.

After several unending silent moments they finally reach The South Pole. They reach the South Pole and Obsidian can't breathe. They reach the South Pole and Solanum is not there.

Obsidian's next exhale feels like a sob. She's not there. Solanum was gone. Solanum was gone and in her place was-

"That's not Solanum." Gabbro says like they don't believe their own eyes.

"It's Pye." Obsidian manages to choke out.

It had to be Pye. Obsidian had always found the details on her suit to be very distinct and very fitting. Star bursts trimmed the mask of her helmet. The fabric of her suit had faint gold threads woven into it as all Nomai's did. But Pye's pattern resembled one of Hornfel's models of a blackhole bending space time.

Pye was also small for a Nomai, despite her apparent status of adult. This figure was too small to be Solanum. Why was Pye here instead of The Interloper? What happened?

"How?" Gabbro asks, just as bewildered by the sudden heartbreaking change.

Obsidian readies their translator. "There's only one way to find out."

Pye watches them as they continue their approach. Obsidian hates that they can’t see her expression. What is she thinking?

Once they've joined her Pye lifts her staff and writes a spiral of text on the wall beside her. Then turns back to them expectantly. Obsidian never could figure out how Solanum knew they would be able to understand her. But perhaps, as she always insisted, it was obvious. Or maybe there simply isn't a reason not to try to communicate.

Obsidian lifts the translator to read what Pye had written. Gabbro steps behind them to read over their shoulder. It's comforting to have Gabbro so close. At least this won't change.

'Greetings.' The first spiral of text reads. 'I am Pye. I am a Nomai, journeying to the Quantum Moon for a period of reflection. Who might you be? I do not know of any other sentient species in this star system.'

Obsidian nods and begins typing on the small keyboard that took an annoyingly long time to create. 'Hello Pye. I am Obsidian and this is my fellow Traveler, Gabbro.' They hesitate before adding. 'We are Hearthian's from Timber Hearth.'

Telling her where they were from would likely only confirm suspicions she already had. The text writer Obsidian had pulled from one of the stolen staves scrawls the script on a branch of Pye’s own writings. She gazes upon the text long enough that Obsidian begins to doubt that the translation is as good as they thought. Perhaps they offended her?

The only thing keeping Obsidian from filling the wall with half thought apologies is Gabbro's steady presence beside them. If Gabbro was remaining calm Obsidian could too. If Gabbro thought the best course of action was to wait, Obsidian would wait.

Finally many moments later, Pye replies. When she is done writing Obsidian lifts the translator to translate. 'I see. If I understand correctly you are the descendants of the semi-aquatic species Coleus discovered.'

Gabbro nods as Obsidian types. 'Yes. If we understand the ruins in mining site 2a correctly.'

There are another several long moments of thoughtful silence. Pye makes a few soft noises almost like rapid hiccups. Then she takes a slow deep breath.

She taps something out on her staff and raises it to the wall once more. A long spiral of glowing text carves itself in the stone. Hesitantly Obsidian raises their translator to read her heart broken reply.

'Then at least a galactic orbit had passed since I was last home.' The inscription reads. 'Are there any Nomai left in the solar system?'

Obsidian glances at Gabbro even though they know what they have to do. It doesn't mean they want to. Gabbro leans into them slightly half confirmation, half comfort.

'I am sorry Pye. The Nomai in our solar system died out over two hundred thousand years ago.'

Pye gasps softly by the heaving of her shoulders and turns away from them at this news. Obsidian thinks she's crying but Obsidian doesn't know how to help. It takes a long time for Pye to turn back to them.

When she does she raises her staff and asks. 'If my clan is gone then why does your translator write our language?'

Obsidian is at a loss for how to reply. Where does one start? The loss of Solanum, of everything, is too fresh for them to put into words. But Pye doesn't even have a Gabbro to rely on, they have to try.

Gently, Gabbro lifts the translator from Obsidian's hands. They take it and type out their own message. Now it's Obsidian's turn to read over Gabbro's shoulder.

'Pye. We are sorry for your loss. We can only sympathize. We knew to expect a Nomai here because we had met a Nomai named Solanum here in the parallel universe we originated from.'

Pye reads the words carefully, her head tilted in curiosity. She pauses before typing a response. 'My friends, I must mourn my clan. Would it be unreasonable to ask you to return in a few days? Traditionally we allow ourselves 22 days, but given the gravity of the situation a few days must suffice. It is not ideal given the effects this moon has on time but I must remember my clan before the next discovery.'

'Of course, Pye.' Gabbro replies solemnly. 'Is there anything we can do for you?'

'If you choose to remember my people, including young Solanum, it would give me much comfort.' Pye replies.

Gabbro replies. 'Whatever you need.'

'Then I will see you soon.' Pye replies.

They leave quietly as Pye seems to settle in on herself. Meditating if Obsidian were to guess.

Chapter Text

Gabbro

Stranded

They are only a short way up the path when Obsidian stops, slapping Gabbro on the elbow because of an idea. Gabbro isn’t sure when the idea violence had started. It’s entirely possible that Hal was simply the previous victim to such things. Unfortunately it was far more endearing than it was harmful. So Gabbro was stuck tolerating it.

Gabbro stops and tilts their head curiously waiting for the inevitable explanation for the hitting. Based on where they were, it was probably a terrible idea that would make just enough sense for Gabbro to agree.

"If we jump into the atmosphere here we'll end up near the shrine around one of the planets. It will only use a tad more fuel and since it’s quicker we’ll use a lot less oxygen." Obsidian reminds them.

It's amusing how Obsidian is trying to convince them this is the sensible route and not the lazy route. Not the most dangerous, stupidest, most thrilling route, like Gabbro would ever say no to them. The point about conserving oxygen is also good, though to be clear this was a terrible idea.

"You and your dislike for walking." Gabbro says with a small chuckle. But they stop walking and turn to face Obsidian anyway. Waiting for Obsidian's next cue like they always do when exploring.

Obsidian grins, "You were the one saying we should make this trip short before everyone freaks out."

"And I stand by that." Gabbro says, pushing back worries of a moon closely observed but stranded in a place that isn't home. They haven’t had that issue yet. If they get home quickly, they won’t. "So are we doing this?"

"I'm ready when you are." Obsidian says easily.

"Then let's go." Gabbro agrees. And together they take jetpack powered jumps. They hold hands and close their eyes as they enter the Quantum Moon's clouded atmosphere.

Gravity never pulls them down. Gabbro opens their eyes at Obsidian's startled gasp. Dark Bramble sits in the void of space behind them and the Quantum Moon is gone. Gabbro had forgotten that that could happen.

"Brittle Hollow." Obsidian calls, spotting their escaped ride home. They both blink but of course the moon didn't return on the first try.

They try a few times, announcing where the moon goes following each blink. Unfortunately, the Quantum Moon seems to be avoiding them. Gabbro glances forlornly towards Timber Hearth. Only to find the missing moon.

"Timber Hearth." Gabbro says even as they turn away. When they turn back the Quantum Moon sits stubbornly in Timber Hearth's orbit regardless of how many times they both look away. There are other conscious observers watching the moon.

"I think they've realized we're missing, Buddy." Gabbro says softly. "That moon isn't coming back."

Obsidian sighs and turns back to Dark Bramble. "Then I guess we will find out if that emergency beacon works."

"Seems like." Gabbro agrees following Obsidian to the Solar System's most horrifying planet. At least they were close to the Jellyfish cave. "How's your fuel and oxygen levels?"

"I'll live if we're quick about setting out the beacon and getting to Feldspar's Camp." Obsidian says pragmatically. That's Gabbro's estimation about their own supplies as well.

Balancing fuel usage so that they have enough to complete the trip but also travel quickly enough that they don't run out of oxygen is a finely honed skill for them both. There'd been a lot of deaths learning that skill. Sometimes they just ended the loop early, but, with their recent interaction with Pye it was easy to remember their situation. Carefully they propel themselves towards the Jellyfish Cave.

Once at the entrance to the cave turned vine they waste precious moments anchoring the small portable emergency beacon into the ice of the planet Dark Bramble used to be. Hopefully someone will think to search for its signal. If not, well, they'd either figure something out or they wouldn't.

"Let's get to the camp." Obsidian says urgently.

Obsidian is right, of course. Getting to the camp will buy them both time.

They walk through the vine and jet pack across the misty void between Feldspar's ship and the Angler Fish Skeleton. The trees do their thing right after Gabbro's three minute indicator beeps in their ear. Next to them Obsidian sighs with relief.

"Well, that's the biggest issue fixed." Obsidian says finishing the trek through the skeleton and into Feldspar's camp. Gabbro follows them, looking around at what they have to work with while they wait. There's no telling how long they'll have to wait.

Gabbro can see their own thoughts reflected in Obsidian's actions as they begin cleaning out Feldspar's fire pit and taking stock of their wood supply.

"Striker rocks are still here." Obsidian reports as they work. "Can you get some wood? We should probably do our best to conserve the supplies."

There aren't really any supplies left. Feldspar had seriously been running out of time when they got here, even without the jellyfish.

Gabbro tries not to think about what that means for them as they carry some of their precious fire wood to Obsidian. They build the fire together, trying to do so as efficiently as possible.

"So what else do we have?" Obsidian asks a little too casually.

"I saw that Feldspar's water trap still looks functional." Gabbro states. "We've got that, trees, the fire, and a sleeping bag."

Obsidian sits heavily on the ground by the now empty provision crates. It's where Feldspar always was during the loops. Gabbro wonders if it will be their spot as long as it was Feldspar's. Though they already know they don't have the supplies to last that long.

Gabbro sits next to their Time Buddy leaning against them for comfort. The fact that Obsidian does not offer a token complaint speaks of their own anxiety.

"I hope they come for us." Gabbro says just to shatter Dark Bramble's oppressive silence.

"Me too." Obsidian says sadly. Then their ears perk up and they smile mischievously trying to force the mood lighter. "Though starving to death would be new."

"I don't think that's a goal to strive for, Bud." Gabbro says, chuckling at the truly awful joke.

The moment passes. Obsidian's attempt at humor couldn't overcome the seriousness of the situation.

"We could just end it early?" Obsidian offers softly, like they are sharing a secret. "Like you said there isn't any food to survive off."

"Let's at least give the others a chance to find us first." Gabbro cautions, wondering what is leading Obsidian to be so ready to give up? "No magical reset button and all."

"Yeah. Is it weird that I miss it." Obsidian asks softly.

"Not having to worry about doing something stupid and dying?" Gabbro clarifies that they understand the question being asked. It was obvious Obsidian had something heavy on their mind. Gabbro just had to figure out what.

"Yeah." Obsidian says distantly still lost in their own downward spiral of thoughts.

"Me too Buddy. I don't think I'd take the whole loop back. But that part was simpler." That's not to say it wasn't horrific, choosing if you would die fast or slow this time around. But some things couldn't be mediated through. Obsidian knew that though. They didn't have to discuss it.

"Yeah. It was." Obsidian agrees.

Gabbro nudges their Time Buddies shoulder with their own. "Hey, what's going on in your head right now?"

Obsidian sighs explosively. "I don't know. Nothing. Everything."

"Sounds like a lot to be sitting on. Want to talk it out?" Gabbro asks.

Obsidian shakes their head but the torrent of words comes forth anyways. "I just never thought it'd end with us stranded! And I know we don't know that for sure but it's so hard to trust anyone is coming for us when they never did before! And it's almost worse if they do come because-"

Gabbro's Time Buddy falls silent, but Gabbro knows that they just need to wait Obsidian out. The way they've curled in on themselves makes it clear they have more to say.

"Because?" Gabbro prompts just in case that's what Obsidian needs.

"Because they never did before." Obsidian says. The words were so mournful it broke Gabbro's heart all over again. "I know it wasn't their fault but I wish we could have seen everyone in a normal way one last time before-"

Obsidian stops talking, visor tilted towards Gabbro watchfully. If Gabbro could see their Time Buddies expression they expect it would be pleading.

Of course Gabbro understands what they aren't saying. "I miss them too, Buddy."

"But they're gone." Obsidian laments, picking up the conversation from some middle part they hadn't gotten to yet. "Everyone is gone and we're not. And now we're out here hoping to get miraculously saved again until we move on to the next thing.”

Gabbro knows the feeling so well. “It's rot.”

“Worse than,” Obsidian agrees, rubbing the top of their helmet tiredly since they can't reach their eyes. If Gabbro hadn’t been watching they wouldn’t have see how their hand shook. “I don't even know what I'm doing anymore.”

“Well, right now we're in the best part of the worst place in the solar system.” Gabbro says frowning. Sometimes early on in the loops Obsidian would lose track of where and when they were. Meditation had helped, but Gabbro was worried if they were seeing it again now.

"No. N-not like that.” Obsidian says almost frantically as if trying to cover something up before Gabbro really got worried.

“Just- Gossan asked me what I want to do now that we're out of the loops and-” Obsidian chokes on what they're feeling.

“And?” Gabbro asks patiently. They thought they knew what Obsidian was getting at, but they wanted to hear it.

“I just. I don't even know where to start with that!” Obsidian cries. The exclamation quickly turns to heart broken sobs.

Gabbro doesn't hesitate to pull Obsidian into their arms, whispering promises that it was going to be ok. Even as they hold the only person left to remember their universe Gabbro’s mind starts turning on the problem at hand.

It had taken Obsidian a bit to make the decision to join the program, but when they’d applied it to the same single mindedness they’d faced everything with. The loops had ruined that for them, taken the excitement of discovery and made it an assignment that hurt them over and over.

Maybe in this universe, Obsidian could get some of that back. They’d seemed happy on Brittle Hollow. Gabbro just needed to make sure they were allowed to fly again.

Eventually the tears stop flowing, though Obsidian doesn’t move away from Gabbro’s embrace. “I'm glad you're here, Gabbro."

"Me too." Gabbro agrees thinking that will be the end of it. Of course Obsidian often defies expectations.

"So what's going on in your head?" Obsidian asks tone carefully indifferent. Gabbro supposes turnabout is fair play.

"I guess I'm worrying about the whole Pye situation." Gabbro says. If they're picking at what to do about Pye they weren't worrying about survival or grieving the loss of everything they ever knew. They still couldn't believe that now included Solanum. She was supposed to be one of the few things they could make right in the strange and unexpected after.

"I thought you liked Pye." Obsidian points out astutely.

"Yes, when there's nearly 300,000 years between me and her tendency to try and break physics, she's brilliant and hilarious." Gabbro says. "Having her present now is a little frightening."

Obsidian chuckles at that but nods their head in understanding all the same. "I miss Solanum."

Gabbro rests their arm ove Obsidian's shoulders. Obsidian melts into their side like they used to all the time during the loops. If Gabbro had missed anything it was this easy camaraderie without the input or potential interference of others. Not that the accompanying renewed sense of impending doom was appreciated, but they selfishly had missed having Obsidian entirely to themselves.

"What do you miss about Solanum?" Gabbro asks. Pye had asked them to remember her people. This seemed as good a time as any to start.

"I miss her curiosity. And her willingness to tolerate our curiosity." Obsidian says sadly. "She was a good friend."

Gabbro nods. "I wish we could have seen her more. Even if the conversation was always the same."

Obsidian nods and snuggles closer to Gabbro. Gabbro lets their Time Buddy take whatever comfort they need. Obsidian would do the same for them. They sit a little longer in a companionable silence.

But Gabbro finds themselves getting uncomfortable with it. The silence in Dark Bramble is oppressively loud. They know that doesn't make any sense, especially coming from the Hearthian that loves the loudest planet in the system, but it's true.

"So, what are your thoughts on the Ventures newest trainees?" Gabbro asks curiously after a little more time has passed. Just to fill the void with chatter.

Obsidian yawns and stretches a little like Gabbro might have woken them from a light snooze. Whoops. They have both been up all night. Though it's hard to tell how long exactly now that they're in Dark Bramble. Now that Gabbro's thinking of it, they are a bit sleepy too.

They yawn in response to Obsidian's yawn, but make themselves stay awake to hear their Buddies reply. Now that they've woken Obsidian it'd be rude to pass out for their own little nap.

"I was really surprised when Mica and Arkose asked." Obsidian admits. "At home, I'd always thought it'd be Tephra. Though, maybe in our universe that would have been right? Parallel universe and all. Like Mica said, the precedent had already been set here."

"It's hard to say." Gabbro agrees, biting their lip in thought. “Though I always thought it’d be Tephra too.”

Though they're already curled up as close to Gabbro as they can be, Obsidian manages to snuggle even closer. “I sometimes wonder what our venture would have thought about everything. If we’d had the opportunity to prove it like we have here.”

“Well, they’d be just as ecstatic when we brought back Feldspar.” Gabbro says surprising themselves with how wistful they sound about it. “But, based on that note I think we would have avoided the incident with the Jellyfish.”

Obsidian’s chuckle is overtaken by another yawn that Gabbro can’t help but match. It had been a very long day and Obsidian was so comfortable. Being here in a camp with a fire, curled up against their Time Buddy really took the edge off the horror they normally felt in Dark Bramble. It wouldn’t take much for them to fall asleep.

“Do you think they’d be proud of us?” Obsidian asks softly. Like they’re sharing secrets. Like if it’s said any louder this conversation occurring while stranded on the skeleton of a dead predator might be overheard by the wrong people.

“Of course they would.” Gabbro says with conviction. If anything is true it’s that their village would have been proud of them if they had known what was happening at the end of the universe. At least they would have been proud of Obsidian. Gabbro had not done much in the grand scheme of things.

“How do you know?” Obsidian asks. Actually sounding like the young astronaut they were supposed to be and not the experienced pilot they were. Of course it’s only here in the worst place in the entire solar system that Obsidian finally lets their guard down.

“Because I’m proud of us.” Gabbro says honestly. “And because, underneath the worry, the people out there who are still very like them are proud of us.”

Obsidian is quiet for long enough that Gabbro thinks they must have dozed off again. Just as Gabbro is considering trying to get some sleep themselves Obsidian says. “Yeah, I’m proud of us too.”

“I know Buddy.” Gabbro says softly.

Obsidian doesn’t reply again. Their breathing evening out into the deeper breaths of sleep. Gabbro sits for a little longer. Just enjoying the feeling of being curled up with their best friend. Despite being where they are, it's nice. Relaxing, even.

Slowly Gabbro closes their eyes just enjoying the peace of the moment. When Obsidian wakes up, they will be in a twist about getting out of here despite the fact that they’ve already done everything they can do.

Right now Gabbro lets their exhaustion from the past several hours take over them and falls into a deep sleep. If they dream of home they likely won’t recall it when they wake up.

Chapter Text

Obsidian

The Rescue Part II

Obsidian startles awake at the sound of boots on dirt. They haven’t fully recalled where they are or what happened before they feel Gabbro stirring awake against them. Despite being half awake they relax slightly. Gabbro is here so anything else is fine.

“See Gossan.” Feldspar’s voice says over the short range radio in Obsidian's helmet. Their tone is just a bit too harsh to be jovial. “Just like I said, snug as bugs in a rug.”

Obsidian sits up, inadvertently dislodging a groggy Gabbro from their shoulder and turns towards their rescuers. They are happy to see Gossan and Feldspar walking towards them, now that they remember they are stranded on Dark Bramble.

Still there's a rising anxiety with the flight coach and first pilots presence. The friends' suits turn their facial expressions unreadable. Obsidian can't tell what they're thinking.

“I can’t say that that actually makes things better, Feldspar.” Gossan says tiredly.

Gabbro is sitting up now. Paying attention to the scene playing out in front of them with that keen alertness Obsidian had come to rely on when they’d gotten themselves into a dangerous situation.

"Yes." Feldspar agrees. "But at least we know they're safe now."

Feldspar casually walks over to the dwindling stack of logs for their nearly burned out campfire. Gossan makes their way over to Obsidian and Gabbro, swinging their field bag off their shoulders and digging through it for something.

"Either of you hurt?" Gossan asks. Their even tone is its own kind of warning to Obsidian's ears. They were in so much trouble.

"We're fine Gossan." Gabbro says, stretching with a pointed laziness. Obsidian doesn't think it does anything to put Gossan at ease.

"Then, would one of you like to explain how you got here?" Gossan asks.

The flight coach finally finds what they're looking for and pulls out a couple of tins of fish. Feldspar joins them at the fire with a stack of wood that they immediately begin to arrange in the fire pit.

"Also, eat. We've got a long flight back home." Gossan adds passing around the tins. Feldspar finishes with the fire and grabs a tin of their own.

Obsidian and Gabbro share a glance under Gossan's expectant gaze. Neither of them were sure how to make it sound like they hadn't made a major mistake in going to the Quantum Moon without a backup plan.

That's probably because they'd made a major mistake in going to the Quantum Moon without a backup plan. But from where Obsidian was sitting they weren't the only ones who messed up. They highly suspected that the rest of the venture wouldn't agree.

The silence stretches too long. Feldspar intervenes just before Gossan's frayed patience is snapped by their abrasive worry. "I saw the new Nomai writing in the Observatory. I assume that means the translator was finished. Did it work?"

That is a more answerable question, Obsidian thinks with relief. "Yes. We were able to communicate with Pye."

Obsidian can't quite keep the grief such a simple statement unlocks from their voice. They're devastated that they won't ever speak to Solanum again, but it's just another thing after far too much loss. If they pause to think about it it will overwhelm them and not even Gabbro will be able to put them back together again.

"That's not the name you said on Brittle Hollow." Feldspar observes astutely.

"No." Obsidian agrees. Any explanation catches in their throat. Like it was physically stopped by their grief for their friend.

"Apparently Solanum didn't make her pilgrimage to the Quantum Moon when The Interloper appeared in your star system." Gabbro says in Obsidian's place. "Instead Pye was there to reflect on a recent failure."

"Isn't that the one you said wanted to blow up the sun?" Feldspar asks. If Obsidian didn't know better they would say Feldspar sounded worried.

"Yeah. That's her." Gabbro agrees. "Her writings show that she was brilliant, if a little too passionate about her work in breaking physics."

"Should we rescue her?" Gossan asks, picking up on Gabbro’s own caution.

“Nobody deserves to be stranded on an airless, time altering, physics defying rock, Gossan.” Obsidian says. “I’m not saying that rescuing Pye won’t come with risks but leaving her would be wrong.”

Gossan's nods slowly. "So, how did you end up stranded here? You got to the Quantum Moon, somehow."

"Geyser Mountains." Feldspar says confidentially.

Gossan nods their acceptance of Feldspar's reasoning without Obsidian or Gabbro's confirmation. Do they really even need to be part of this conversation?

"Right. So, you got to the Quantum Moon. Met Pye. Then what? How'd you end up stranded here?" Gossan presses.

"Momentary lapse in judgment." Gabbro answers honestly.

"You took away our ride home." Obsidian answers just as honestly.

It had been a bad choice to leave the atmosphere of the Quantum Moon and bad luck that the wandering moon's next location had been Dark Bramble. However, Obsidian and Gabbro still would have made it home with oxygen to spare if someone hadn't purposefully kept the moon orbiting Timber Hearth, no doubt trying to help.

"Buddy." Gabbro cautions. But Obsidian doesn't want to be cautious. They wanted to be treated like the very experienced Traveler they were. Sure, a mistake was made. That was the Hearthian way. It's not like it didn't turn out okay.

"What do you mean by that, Obsidian?" Gossan asks. Obsidian doesn't have to see their expression to know they are frowning.

"I mean that we would have still made it back if observers on Timber Hearth didn't anchor the moon there." Obsidian says pointedly.

"From where I'm standing you shouldn't have needed to make it home in the first place." Gossan says. "We had a plan, Obsidian. Why didn't you follow it?"

"Right. Your whole plan with multiple observers approaching the Quantum Moon would have just wasted everyone's time." Obsidian says. "How's the Moon supposed to do anything with every Traveler looking at it? Not to mention undoubtedly curious villagers."

"You two did it." Feldspar says from beside the fire. They've traded breakfast for shining their harmonica.

"Yeah, with excessive practice." Obsidian says. Looking to Gabbro for help. They hadn't said anything to help yet.

"I trust Obsidian to act as my eyes and they trust me with the same. Likewise, we're good at predicting what the other will be observing and reacting accordingly." Gabbro says easily. "Do you honestly think even you two could do it? Not just with each other but with us as well? What about Chert and Reibeck? Asking six conscious observers to observe and not observe as a group is hard. Especially the not observing part."

Gossan looks ready to argue them into submission. But Feldspar interrupts them before they can think to get started. "I'm not disagreeing with you Gabbro. You're the expert here. I'm just trying to get an idea of what the rush is."

Gossan makes a noise like they have thoughts on Feldspar's claim but Feldspar waves them off.

"What do you mean?" Obsidian asks, confused by the question.

"So what if our plan would have kept the moon from going anywhere and we weren't able to work together to make it work? We'd have wasted a day trying and ultimately had to admit you two were right. Where's the harm in that?" Feldspar asks with a shrug.

Obsidian doesn't know how to answer that. The obvious answer is that there's no time. But, that's not true anymore.

If they think about it, Obsidian can see it now. It might even have worked with enough practice. But, if it hadn't they would have proven The Founders wrong and come back the next day. They'd still have found Pye, and maybe even ended up here. But Hornfels would have known to keep an ear out for the emergency signal.

It may have been the same ending but Gossan wouldn't be so upset about the rescue. Obsidian sighs tiredly still not sure what to say. All they want is to be taken seriously. But they mess up every chance they get to prove themselves.

"I think we messed up, Time Buddy." Gabbro says.

Obsidian nods staring defeatedly at their feet.

"But I also think that doesn't negate the fact that the other Travelers should have listened to us about The Quantum Moon in the first place." Gabbro continues pointedly.

Obsidian sighs in relief. It's just Gabbro but at least someone gets it.

Gossan starts to argue but Gabbro shakes their head. "Gossan, we're either experienced Travelers or we're hatchlings greener than spring growth. You can't have it both ways."

"Sure we messed up acting like life still comes with a time limit." Gabbro adds before the coach can argue. "But, that doesn't negate that we were out here for a very long time. We do actually know what we are doing."

Gossan sighs, letting their head hang heavily. If they didn't have their space helmet Obsidian knows they'd be rubbing their jaw thoughtfully.

"I know that." Gossan admits. "I'm just trying to work out where the line of recklessness and experience is with you two. And I like you both, I'm afraid to lose you too."

Obsidian doesn't know what to say. They like this Gossan too and they don't actually want to be lost. There's been too much of it already.

"Well, I personally am leaning towards experienced Travelers who can handle themselves." Feldspar says casually. "So, Obsidian, are you ready to determine the important question?"

The sudden request is so different from Gossan's open honesty that it leaves Obsidian off balance.

"What?" Is the only confused reply they can manage. What was Feldspar even talking about?

"Well, I'm sure you don't want to stay here forever." Despite the helmet Obsidian knows the older Hearthian is smirking.

"Some of us don't mind impressing The Village." Obsidian replies hesitant with confusion.

"Oh that's unfair." Feldspar laughs. "You can't hold me responsible for something I never said, Hatchling."

They shake their head, but a moment later Feldspar braces their hands on their knees. Groaning as they find their feet. "But, if we're leaving, let's go. Gossan brought your two's new ship…it's mostly finished and I'm sure you want to try it out."

Obsidian thought it should be obvious that they wanted to try it out.

"What do you mean by 'mostly'?" Gabbro asks curiously. Not that it matters. If Feldspar was willing to fly it through the ice fields with reduced depth perception, it's fine by Obsidian.

"It's missing the majority of the computer." Feldspar says. "It flies like a dream. It just doesn't have an autopilot, or its damage reporting system, or the landing camera, or the map, or the planetary identification system."

"But, Slate says the directional indicator and altimeters are fully functional." Gossan says like that should actually be a comfort.

"The manual tank gauges and thermometers work too!" Feldspar says cheerfully.

"And Hal and Marl made sure there was a little tree in the cockpit." Gossan adds as an afterthought.

Obsidian can feel their eyes widen more and more as the friends speak excitedly.

"You brought me a death trap!" Obsidian exclaims.

Feldspar's stance turns cocky and despite Obsidian's dismay at what they'll be flying they find themselves grinning widely too.

"The original ship didn't have tons of the finicky manual meters."Feldspar shrugs carelessly before Obsidian can think of a good response. "I mean, I can always fly you back if you're scared."

Gabbro laughs. "A manual ship isn't scary."

Obsidian agreed and didn't. It wasn't that they couldn't fly a purely mechanical ship. Electrical outages were more common than some might think. And sometimes it seemed like a waste to fix it when the ship would be as good as new at the start of the next loop.

Obsidian could fly a mechanical ship. It's just that Obsidian liked having their computer. Still, there was reputation on the line here.

Obsidian climbs to their feet, pulling Gabbro with them. "Well, are we going?" Obsidian asks as if they weren't the ones who had been protesting moments ago.

Gossan and Gabbro agree. That's all it really takes to leave. It's not like there is anything left worth taking.

"We should do a supply drop." Gabbro suggests unexpectedly as they make their way through the vine to the Jellyfish cave. "It would give us an easy place to stage any future rescue operations. Or just provide a safe spot for any Traveler who happens to be passing through."

"Slate would need to make a beacon of some kind so it could be found." Feldspar says thoughtfully. "But I do like the idea."

The conversation continues but Obsidian isn't listening because they've reached the outside of the cave and more importantly, their ship.

Of course, it's perfect. As hard of a time as Obsidian gives Slate about things like the autopilot, Obsidian understands that the ship they fly is an incredible feat of engineering. And stylistically, a work of functional art.

Even without the computer this ship is clearly an improvement on the previous iteration. Excitement to see how it flies fills them as they approach the ship.

Gabbro chuckles over the short range radio at their obvious infatuation with the ship but Obsidian ignores them. Gabbro can tease all they want. Obsidian simply won't let them fly the best ship in the galaxy, Nomai vessels and Owlk ring worlds included.

The gravity elevator pulls them up and into the cockpit and Obsidian is finally home. The ship is similar to Obsidian's old one. There should be minor improvements to the reactor bay, but most of the upgrades were going to be to the computer.

The biggest and best change though was in the computer bay. The console for the computer is there same as always. But in the corner where Obsidian used to store their spare marshmallows, there was now a fold down passengers seat. It would keep Gabbro safe during rocky launches and landings. There were seat belts and everything!

The gravity elevator makes its unique buzzing sound and Gabbro is in the ship with them.

"Heyo, Time Buddy" Gabbro greets as if they hadn't been with each other only moments before. "This is cozy. I like it."

“You have a seat.” Obsidian informs them excitedly.

“I do.” Gabbro says looking at the corner that will be theirs, unless they're flying. Gossan has insisted that they both practice enough to not get rusty at the controls. It was probably a good idea anyways.

Gabbro goes and tries the new seat out. “Ah, yes. This will do nicely.”

Obsidian smiles and goes to their own place. The familiar position of the controls in front of them and Gabbro behind them lets some tension that had been constricting Obsidian's chest unwind.

They sigh happily and turn on the engine. Nearby they hear the starting rumble from Feldspar's ship as well. A moment later the radio crackled to life.

“Feldspar to Ground Control.” Feldspar announces, “Is anybody there?”

“I hear you, Feldspar.” Hornfels replies. “Did you find them?”

“Yup, with not a scratch on them.” Feldspar confirms. “Say hi Hatchlings.”

“Hi Hornfels.” Obsidian says over their own radio. Gabbro echoed the sentiment from their spot.

“Anyways. We're just letting you know we're headed back.” Feldspar says a little too casually.

“We'll make sure the ridge is clear for you and Gossan.” Hornfels confirms.

“Oh, I'm not flying.” Gossan says with clearly false innocence.

“You’re letting them fly!” Hornfels demands.

“Obsidian and I need to determine a couple of things.” Feldspar says easily. “Figured now's as good a time as any.”

“Be careful.” Hornfels sighs.”Both of you.”

“And no flying at the sun until I improve both ship's heat shields!” Slate adds. Clearly they'd been waiting for news with Hornfels.

“Gossan and I can keep some eyes on Feldspar and Obsidian, Slate.” Gabbro promises.

Feldspar clearly takes that comment as permission, even though it wasn't ground control saying it. “Let's get to it.”

With that Feldspar is off. Obsidian is only a few moments behind, careful to leave enough space for both ships to navigate out of the twisted vines surrounding Dark Bramble.

The first half of the trip is simple, the two pilot's race through the ice fields. Gossan and Gabbro chat over the radio while Feldspar and Obsidian focus on the fragments of ice planet surrounding them. It's a good bit of harmless fun.

Soon enough they are approaching Brittle Hollow. The crust of the planet was mostly intact thanks to Hollow’s Lantern not being super active. There were still a few nice ship sized holes in the crust.

“Hey, Feldspar, ever shot through the Black Hole from space?” Obsidian asks over the radio

“Well, since I thought falling through a black hole would kill you a few weeks ago, no.” Feldspar laughs.

“Shame.” Obsidian says sympathetically and then turns the ship in the direction of Brittle Hollow “Guess there's a first time for everything.”

Both ships slow their approach as the ice capped planet comes into view. Obsidian isn't just doing this cause it's a cool stunt. They aren't at all sure about landing without a camera. It's not that they'll crash the ship upon landing on Timber Hearth, they’ve done it enough to be confident they won’t crash. It's just, the landing gear may be in less than brand new condition after.

Slate will be mad if they break the landing gear before the ship is even finished. Trying to land in the blackhole will be a decent test before they get home.

“Are we practicing landing?” Gabbro asks as they approach the planet in question. There's no judgment in their tone. Gabbro knows what experience Obsidian does and does not have.

Obsidian just nods. There’s no reputation to keep with Gabbro. So they don't pretend they aren't nervous.

“Cool.” Gabbro says still fully relaxed, like they haven't a care in the world.

The primary place to enter Brittle Hollow with the ship is by the Old Settlement. That fact hadn't seemed to change in this universe. Obsidian couldn't explain it but they were starting to get a feel for what things would or would not change from their home universe. They wonder why that is.

There isn't long to think about it, soon they are leading the way to the core of Brittle Hollow. Effectively aiming for the hole in the planet's crust and then passing through it and past the ancient crumbling staircase.

It’s a tight fit but Obsidian manages it without too many issues. Now confident they can get the ship where they want it and land where they want they just have to practice landing.

Luckily, hovering just outside of the gravity field of the black hole is a pretty good lateral movement test. It's not an actual flat surface, but get too close and the ship will fall right in.

Comforted that they won't smash into Timber Hearth Obsidian let's the ship fall into the hole. As soon as they pop through Obsidian slams on the thrusters rocketing past Feldspar towards Giant's Deep.

Gabbro laughs. “Bet you can't dodge an island while executing a gravity assist.” Unlike earlier they speak loud enough that the radio will catch their voice.

“That's a losing bet Gabbro.” Obsidian says, knowing that Gabbro knows that.

Obsidian can imagine the slant of Gabbro's lips as they smirk at the back of Obsidian's head. “Yeah, but now Feldspar's been warned.”

“Already knew Obsidian had the gravity assist down thanks to Reibeck.” Feldspar says. “But what do you mean by island dodging?”

“It's exactly what it sounds like.” Obsidian promises as they position the ship to not quite hit Giant's Deep. They carefully watch the foggy surface for where there are the most swirling storms. The key is heading for one of those and hoping the water giant will do them a favor.

Just when Obsidian was thinking they weren't going to get the chance the construction yard rises from the atmosphere below them.

“Here we go!” Obsidian says beginning entry into Giant's Deep's orbit. They focus on keeping the ship steady even as the large island rises in front of them.

For all the world it looks like they're going to crash into the Island. If Obsidian wasn't certain they'd have swerved off ages ago. Better to lose the speed a gravity assist would provide than crash. But, at this altitude, Obsidian should just miss getting hit.

“Hatchling.” Gossan warns over the radio. Their only reply is the sound of sediment raining down on the ship. Obsidian has to concentrate. The dirt hits harder as the long island rises above then softens as the island drifts back down.

“Obsidian!” Gossan warns a bit more frantically.

Obsidian still doesn't take the time to respond. They can't. There's something more important for them to focus on. They need to make sure the island floating above them does not fall on top of the ship. The sound of sediment knocking loose from the island above changes tone as it hits less of the ship and then stops all together as they fly out from under the island. They let out a single sigh of relief.

"We're fine Gossan." Obsidian says as they let the gravity around Giant's Deep launch them in the direction of Timberhearth.

They're now ahead of Feldspar who laughs. "That sure was something, Hatchling. But maybe don't do it again. I am not sure that Gossan's heart could take it."

Gossan grumbles something that the radio doesn’t quite catch. There’s not much to do while they fly towards home. They could do a couple of loop-de-loops, but that would just be unnecessarily dangerous, waste fuel, and might make Gabbro motion sick.

Remembering that those were all factors that mattered now Obsidian refrains from doing so. Well, not making Gabbro sick had always mattered. But the other things mattered now too.

Timberhearth comes into view and Feldspar tells Obsidian to land first. After informing Ground Control of their approach and getting confirmation they could land, of course.

Obsidian doesn’t argue, mindful of what had caused the crash they’d woken up in at the aftermath of the end of their universe. Better to let the still more experienced pilot to do an orbit around Timber Hearth while Obsidian makes sure to set down safely on the ridge.

Thanks to their practice at Brittle Hollow they are able to set the ship down safely without breaking the landing gear. Feldspar lands shortly after and everyone piles out of the space ships.

There’s a crowd waiting for them all just at the edge of the crater. If Obsidian looks carefully they can see various expressions of worry in each villager. They sigh quietly to themselves.

The truth is they struggled with this. Their actions effecting others in a way they hadn’t for most of what could be considered Obsidian’s adult life. In a way Obsidian wished the village would just go back to not caring what Obsidian did. It was so much easier then.

Chapter Text

Gabbro

Reaching an Understanding

It seems like everyone is waiting for them on the path leading to the lip of the crater. Obsidian and Feldspar land the ships and everyone piles out. It’s rather alarming the number of villagers who surround Obsidian and Gabbro to fuss over them as soon as they step away from their ship. Gabbro hadn’t even gotten their helmet off yet.

“Oh, thank the stars.” Hornfels frets eyes roaming over both Gabbro and Obsidian as they might find some previously undiscovered harm just by looking.

“What were you thinking going off on your own without telling anyone?” Gneiss asks worriedly. “I thought the venture was going to try the Quantum Moon as a group, and then you just disappeared!”

“I’d prefer if you had set things on fire than disappear without telling someone where you were going.” Rutile adds, “What if we hadn’t found you?”

“I was so scared you were going to get lost in space.” Tephra whispers softly at Gabbro’s hip.

“At least you had the sense to take the emergency beacon with you.” Slate says, “Though I’d wish you’d chosen a different way to test it in the field than going to Dark Bramble without a ship.”

That incites a gasp from the other villagers. Apparently it hadn’t been known where they had ended up. Someone was going to have to say something to soothe the villagers, maybe even distract them.

“Well it seems to me the beacon worked great!” Gabbro retorts to Slate’s grumbling.

“Yeah, how’d the ship fly?” Slate asks, getting distracted by what they would consider the important question.

“Like a dream.” Obsidian says. “I mean, it’d be easier with a computer, but the ship is perfect.”

“I liked my seat Slate.” Gabbro adds. “It’s quite comfy, thank you.”

“You let them fly after that?” Rutile demands, eyes turning expectantly to Gossan, whom they tend to see as the responsible one of the group.

“It was a necessary risk.” Feldspar interjects firmly. “Obsidian and I needed to compare notes and now I would like to discuss my findings with the rest of the venture.”

“What was even so important?” Tektite asks observantly. “Not to point out the obvious, but Obsidian and Gabbro don’t tend to take off unless they think it’s important.”

“We- uh.” Obsidian stutters, taken by surprise by the question. “Um.”

“Oh, this has to be good!” Spinel says from where they’ve been observing the chaos.

“Well they have been wanting to visit a friend we aren’t entirely certain we can help.” Esker says calmly. “I’d guess finishing the translator was too much of a temptation.”

“What friend?” Rutile asks only to be drowned out by Hal

“You finished the translator and didn’t tell me!” Hal cries. “Obsidian!”

Obsidian blushes. “Sorry, Hal, like Esker said. I got excited.”

Gabbro grins as Hal’s outrage is quickly forgotten in the face of talking to a living Nomai. “Well, did it work? Were you able to talk to her?”

“Her?” Gneiss asks suspiciously. “Isn’t that one of Riebeck’s Nomai words?”

“Yeah.” Hal says, turning to Gabbro and Obsidian to explain. “I’ll let these two explain. It is their discovery after all.”

Unfortunately the meadow lizard once again has Obsidian’s tongue in the face of village scrutiny. Someone has to say something though. Better to give the Travelers a heads up about Pye before they say Solanum’s name by mistake anyways.

“There’s a quantum Nomai quantumly living on the Quantum Moon.” Gabbro admits. Better to rip the bandage off quickly than panic the village with too much explanation. “Her name is Pye and she is brilliant like Slate is.”

They panic enough on their own anyway. It takes Tektite whistling loudly to quiet the village down enough that Gabbro can explain.

“Gabbro.” Rutile asks, suddenly taking their job as mayor very seriously. “Are you implying that you and Obsidian made first contact with actual Nomai during your time loops.”

“Well, as far as Pye is concerned today was our first contact.” Gabbro says. “But yes.”

“And you only told us now!” Rutile demands almost angrily.

“That was our choice, Rutile.” Hornfels interjects. Gabbro is grateful for them taking some of the heat. “We didn't have a way to communicate with her until the translator was finished and like Esker says we’re not entirely certain she isn’t stuck there forever, more dead than alive. We wanted to have information to give before we told you.”

“When you four are done talking to Obsidian and Gabbro like Feldspar wants, we will be discussing what to do about this Pye person.” Rutile says. Then turns to Obsidian and Gabbro. “I am delighted to see you two back safely but I am requesting as mayor that you never leave without informing someone where we might start looking for you again.”

There wasn’t much they could do but agree. As soon as they do, Feldspar is leading them towards the Observatory. The rest of the Founders follow. There are five of course even if Rutile had forgotten Esker in their count.

No one really says anything till they reach the observatory. Obsidian tries to hang back leaving Gabbro with the distinct impression that they would seriously like to run away again. They reach out to hold their buddies hand. As much as not facing this sounds like a great idea, that was probably a good way to never fly again.

The table is still out from the meeting. Obsidian had been using it as work space for the translator tool and Hornfels hadn’t had the heart to take it away from them. That is where they gather now to discuss, well, everything Gabbro guessed.

“I’m just going to say it.” Hornfels says when it becomes clear no one really wants to start the discussion. “That was unbelievably irresponsible of you two. You do realize you are lucky to be alive?”

“Can we skip this part?” Obsidian asks tiredly. “Gossan already yelled at us.”

“I’m not sure it was enough to impress upon you the seriousness of what you’ve done, if you can ask to skip this discussion.” Hornfels says. “Obsidian you and Gabbro could have died out there!”

“Yeah. I’m aware.” Obsidian says, ears going flat with anger. “Only person who might be as aware as us of the ways Dark Bramble will kill you is Feldspar. Maybe.”

“‘Sidian.” Gabbro warns softly. They probably shouldn’t start the conversation fighting.

“No!” Obsidian yells. “No! I’m done being treated like I’m the new astronaut just because they don’t know me. Feldspar agrees I’m the best blasted pilot in this solar system.”

“Feldspar hasn’t-” Hornfels starts to argue but Obsidian isn’t done yet, not by a long shot.

“I have landed on and explored every object that is out there!” Obsidian continues venting their considerable frustrations. “I’ve also experienced every single way those objects can kill a Hearthian. If you want a categorical list of what will kill you and how it feels to die to it I can give it to you!”

“Obsidian, we aren't doubting your experience.” Esker tries to sooth them like they are a frustrated hatchling. Of course Gabbro could have told them that approach would fail badly, if only they had asked.

“No, you just want to coddle us until we both lose the skills we have just because you don’t understand our methodology.” Obsidian denies vehemently.

“That’s really what you think we want?” Gossan asks, clearly upset by Obsidian’s accusation. This is somewhere Gabbro can step in and diffuse the fight as long as they step right.

“I think it doesn’t matter if it’s what you want.” Gabbro says calmly before Obsidian can keep yelling. “It’s what we’re all going to get if you don’t take the risk and let us do our thing.”

That declaration is met with a moment of disturbed silence.

“Well, if anyone wants my professional opinion,” Feldspar says, clearly enjoying adding fuel to the fire, “I think it’s far past time we lift the grounding and let these two get to work.”

“They stranded themselves on Dark Bramble, Feldspar.” Hornfels reminds their friend as if they think Feldspar might have forgotten.

“Having been stranded on Dark Bramble, I can’t really call their little overnight trip a stranding, Hornfels.” Feldspar counters. “A bizarre accident perhaps, and I’m sure the Hatchlings have learned their lesson. But who among us hasn't had an accident?”

“Am I really the only one who thinks that was reckless?” Hornfels demands.

“No, I do too.” Gossan says, “But I think I’m more on Feldspar’s side here having spoken with Obsidian and Gabbro about their reasoning for going to the Quantum Moon alone and hearing their thoughts about the incident in hindsight.”

“You agree with Feldspar?” Hornfels demands in open disbelief.

“It’s like they said when we picked them up.” Gossan says evenly. “They’re either the best astronauts we’ve ever seen or they're greener than meadow grass. We can’t have it both ways. And after seeing Obsidian fly a ship they’d never flown without any of the major navigational or safety components I can’t rightly call them green.”

Hornfels turns to Slate and Esker hoping that someone will back them up. But it seems that Obsidian and Gabbro have finally won this debate.

“Listen, Hornfels.” Slate says thoughtfully. “I get that you're upset or whatever about the new recruits getting themselves a little stranded. But they implemented every single one of the safety procedures you and Gossan insist on in such situations. You can’t see that and find fault with it.”

Gabbro thinks about how willing Obsidian had been to end it early so they didn’t have to add starving to ways they had experienced death and carefully keeps the thought to themselves. That had been a very worrying moment but grounding Obsidian wasn’t going to help with whatever their Time Buddy’s problem was.

Hornfels sighs heavily. “So what, they’re just free to fly about the solar system?”

“Well, as fun as flying a half finished ship was,” Obsidian says, “I think I want to wait for Slate to install the computer before we launch again.”

“Not, actually that fun, huh?” Feldspar teases.

“I mean there’s always warp access.” Gabbro points out helpfully.

“Yeah, but we can only carry a finite amount of supplies. I’d rather just have our ship.” Obsidian says.

“Agreed.” Gabbro says. They’d mostly been joking about the warp access, but sometimes others didn’t quite catch their jokes. It was always helpful to clarify what they meant. “But I do want to start experimenting with how to rescue Pye soon.”

“Yeah, let’s talk about that.” Feldspar says. “Who is Pye? What happened when you met with her?”

Obsidian nods in acceptance of the question and begins to explain. “Pye was one of the Nomai’s many physicists, but her specialty was less studying physics and more finding practical ways to break known laws. We’ve mentioned that she was trying to create a supernova. But she’d also worked on replicating and extending a time phenomenon with blackholes in our solar system. That discovery was the entire basis for the time loop.”

“Just going to point out that what you are saying is very scary, Obsidian.” Gossan says patiently. “I personally don’t think the natural laws of the world should be broken.”

Gabbro laughs at that. “Idea would have agreed with you, Gossan. But it’s not right to leave Pye more than half dead until this universe ends. Not if we can find a way to help.”

“I’m guessing you two don’t expect it to be easy.” Hornfels observes astutely.

“No.” Obsidian says, “It won’t be easy at all. See, when the Ghost Matter node in The Interloper exploded it blanketed the solar system in the stuff, killing every non aquatic life form instantly, including the Nomai.”

“For Solanum in our universe and likely for Pye here, that meant the stuff killed them every time they tried to leave the sixth location of Quantum Moon. In our universe if you accessed the moon from any of our planets you would find Solanum’s body in a myriad of quantum deaths.” Gabbro adds heavily. “The only place she isn’t dead is the secret sixth location.”

“What, the Quantum Moon has a sixth place it goes?” Feldspar asks guilelessly.

“Yes.” Obsidian confirms. “We believe that the Quantum Moon originally orbited the Eye of the Universe before wandering to the other planets. The Eye is- “

Obsidian trails off and looks to Gabbro for help. Gabbro doesn’t know how to help. So they stick with what the Nomai knew and what they believe to be true. “The Eye is a quantum object that the Nomai found to be older than the universe itself. It was the last location we explored before we woke up here.”

“We have reason to believe it was the source of your Big Bang, Hornfels.” Obsidian adds.

“That’s-” Hornfnes says speechlessly. “That’s- I- I think I need to sit down.”

Esker laughs. “You are sitting.”

Hornfels looks down at their chair as if to confirm it was actually there. “Oh. Okay. That’s good.”

“Come on, Pal. It can’t be that shocking.” Feldspar teases.

“Yeah, if there was a big bang it had to have some kind of a source.” Slate agrees. “Explosions don’t come from nothing.”

“Well-” Gabbro starts to describe how the quantum nature of The Eye could have caused the rapid expansion seen in the big bang. If not from a non-existent point, at least from a comparatively small point.

But Esker rests their hand on their arm before Gabbro can really get started. “Let’s not give them more to process right now, Traveler.”

“Are we even?” Obsidian asks suddenly. “Travelers I mean. We aren’t technically allowed to go anywhere.”

“Obsidian has a point.” Gabbro agrees. It is clearly an opportune time to force the issue.

“The Hatchling is right.” Feldspar says. “We haven’t made a decision on what to do. I for one am going to start kidnapping these two for field trips if we don’t lift the grounding.”

“I’m still worried about safety.” Gossan starts.

“You always are.” Slate grumbles.

Gabbro wants to grin at the light those words bring to Obsidian’s eyes. And because they were excited as well. That was two of five founders clearly backing them.

“But, that is always a concern.” Gossan agrees. “In light of recent operations, I think the risk of talented travelers losing their skill set is higher than their above average risk of incident. I am willing to lift the grounding if Ground Control will give the go ahead.”

“You know I’m fine with anything.” Esker says calmly as ever.

Gabbro and Obsidian have to avoid making eye contact least their excitement show. All that was left was for Hornfels to agree.

“If Obsidian can fly the mechanical ship they aren’t a risk to carelessly crash any other ship they might fly.” Slate says. “You know that’s all I care about.”

Hornfels sighs. “I agree we need them in the field.”

“Does that mean we’re good to go?” Obsidian asks excitedly.

“Well, after I finish your computer.” Slate cautions. “Like you said, it will work better with that.”

“Skilled pilots aside, that ship is currently a death trap.” Gossan remarks.

“Again.” Obsidian says. “My old ship’s autopilot routinely flew us into the sun.”

Slate waves Obsidian’s complaint off. “Enough about the sun. Next time you complain you can fix it yourself. Now let’s talk about more important problems.”

“What’s more important than flying, pal?” Feldspar demands expectantly.

“Figuring out how to convince Rutile and Tektite that a sun exploding Nomai isn’t a danger to village.” Hornfels says knowingly.

That is definitely Gabbro's cue to leave. They start to stand giving Obsidian a look to let them know they should do the same. “Well, that sounds like a hard talk you all will-”

“Nope.” Esker says gesturing for Gabbro to sit back down. “You two got us into this mess, you can help get us out.”

Obsidian groans and throws themselves forward so that their head is pillowed on their arms at the table.

Gabbro returns to the seat with a sigh. “Well, we sure are in it now, Time Pal.”

If they weren’t in the group they were, Gabbro is sure that Obsidian would be swearing at them profusely. It’s going to be a long day.

Chapter Text

Obsidian

History Reclaimed

Obsidian walks through the village looking for Gabbro. They know the ship isn’t flyable yet but they need to go explore. It’s like an itch underneath their scales that they can’t itch.

Hopefully Gabbro will have thoughts on what they can do that doesn't involve attempting to answer every single question the villagers have about Pye when they barely have any answers themselves. Especially with the alternate universe factor. Everything they know about Pye might still be true, but she may easily be very different. For what feels like the millionth time Obsidian wonders what made the universes so similar but not the same. There had to be an explanation.

Obsidian finds Hal and Riebeck before they find Gabbro. They’re on the path leading to the Observatory, just a little past Spinel's favorite fishing spot. As soon as they see Obsidian approaching they wave them over.

“Good, you’re here!” Hal exclaims when they join them.

“We were talking about Pye.” Riebeck declares not unexpectedly.

“I’ve told you two everything I know.” Obsidian starts tiredly.

“No, we know that!” Hal says patting Obsidian on the arm sympathetically. “The Village's questions are really getting to you, huh?”

“I just need to get away from it for a bit, I think.” Obsidian says.

“I think The Village needs to get away from it for a bit.” Hal grumbles. “I caught Porphy worrying about if Nomai drank sap wine this morning.”

Obsidian sighs, having been victim to a long list of questions from Porphy just this morning. They had been very concerned about what Nomai ate. They hadn’t been pleased when Obsidian simply didn’t know.

“Oh, there’s a thought!” Riebeck says excitedly. “Obsidian, surely you can distract them from Pye with some other discovery!”

“Another discovery?” Obsidian repeats not sure what Riebeck was getting at.

“Yeah.” Riebek says. “Come one, there’s got to be something you found that you can throw to them. Something that would get their minds off Pye.”

Obsidian thinks about that for a long moment. “I mean there’s lots, but we’d need to launch and the ship doesn’t have a computer…”

“What about the mines?” Hal asks. “Surely there’s at least a little something there.”

Something does come to mind almost immediately for Obsidian. It’d be very difficult to retrieve, but Obsidian should be able to get pictures of the small shrine at mining site 2a.

“You know what, I think there is something.” Obsidian says. “I think I’m going to go find Gabbro and take them on a small field trip to the mines. Has anyone seen them.”

“I think they were talking to Hornfels.” Riebeck says helpfully. “I'll go with you. I can distract Hornfels with the information on the forge they requested while you and Gabbro make your escape.”

“I should go check the launch pad construction.” Hal says reluctantly.

“We appreciate your help.” Obsidian says making a note to help with that job tomorrow more hands would get it done quicker. “I'll find you when we're on the way back to Hornfel's with our findings, okay? I think you'll really like it.”

“Okay.” Hal agrees, clearly wondering what Obsidian had planned.

Obsidian grins at their friend. “Great!”

Then they turn to Riebek. “Well, rescue buddy, ready to help me rescue Gabbro?”

“Rescue buddy?” Riebeck asks in bewilderment as Obsidian leads them to the Observatory.

“Second rescue we've conducted together.” Obsidian says. “That makes you my rescue buddy.”

Riebeck chuckles at that. “I can accept that. So, what are you planning to find in the mines.”

“The Nomai built a small shrine of historic importance at a different mining site near mining site 2b.” Obsidian says excited to share this find.

“I mean if it’s actually important to our history, I should probably just go with you.” Riebek says.

Obsidian wouldn't Riebeck coming with them, and they were certain Gabbro would feel the same. There was only one problem. “Um, I didn't really take you for a geyser jumper, you know?”

“Reaching this site requires geyser jumping!” Riebek asks in dismay.

“Yeah.” Obsidian says. “I mean we won’t be using them to launch or anything. We actually want to go into the mountain geyses, but there's still a curren .”

“On second thought, I think I’ll wait with Hal for you to bring the data.” Riebeck laughs nervously. “That sounds like a Time Buddy kind of trip. I'll also let Hornfels know what you're up to once they notice Gabbro is gone

Obsidian grins at Riebek. “I appreciate it.”

A moment later they’re stepping into the museum. Gabbro and Hornfels are in the alcove with the Museum Shard, discussing a page of notes. They are clearly trying to determine the best way to present the Quantum rules to the village at large.

It’s easy enough for Riebek to distract Hornfels and for Obsidian to lead Gabbro back to the Travelers cabin. Obsidian fills Gabbro in on their plan while they both retrieve their suits.

“So, are we headed to the Geyser Mountains again?” Gabbro asks once they've made it away from the Observatory.

Obsidian shrugs. “I figured we might as well have a little fun while we snap the photos and notate the translation for Hornfels.”

Gabbro laughs and playfully pushes Obsidian towards the mountains. “Then you better get going.”

Obsdian takes that as the invitation it is and takes off running, laughing maniacally. Small bursts of jet fuel help the trip go faster. They are about half way there when The Village Scout soars overhead.

Obsidian stops running, Gabbro stopping short behind them. As they stand there gasping for breath the scout is recalled.

“Sure hope they weren't looking for us.” Gabbro sighs.

“Riebeck said they would tell Hornfels what we were doing.” Obsidian counters, confused why The Village would be looking for them when they knew what was happening.

As if to confirm that someone is clearly trying to find them the scout flies overhead once again. As soon as it spots them it is recalled again. That was going to be annoying if the scout followed them all the way to the Geyser Mountains.

“I'm going to catch it.” Obsidian informs Gabbro as their eyes begin to search the sky in the direction of The Village. Even though they know where its coming from the task will be difficult.

Obsidian will have to spot the scout with enough time to be able jet pack up to its altitude and match its velocity so that it doesn't break their arm, or worse ribs, when they try to catch it.

Gabbro searches the sky with them. A moment later Gabbro spots it. “Incoming.”

Obsidian doesn't even see it yet, but they take a jetpack powered leap anyways. They spot the scout just as it flies past them. Not wanting to leave Gabbro behind them, Obsidian let's gravity pull them back down instead of following the scout.

As Obsidian lands the scout is recalled to The Village and Obsidian and Gabbro start looking all over again. This time Obsidian knows exactly where the scout is coming from. They see it just as Gabbro says, “Now.”

Obsidian leaps and starts heading in the direction the scout will go. A breath later the scout is flying past, but Obsidian is moving with it, making it easy to reach out and snatch the object from the air.

Then its a simple matter of tucking it under their arm and righting themselves so that they can land on their feet when gravity pulls them back down. A moment after their boots have hit the grass Gabbro catches up to them. Following the scout had gotten them a little closer to the Geyser Mountains. The camera in the scout starts spinning madly as whoever sent it tries to figure out what is happening.

Obsidian sets the device down and waves. Gabbro leans against their shoulder and strikes a pose for the picture. The camera pauses as whoever is on the other side realizes what happened.

A moment later the scout is once again recalled. Obsidian and Gabbro wait for a few moments for the scout to appear on the horizon. “Is that it?”

“Proba-” Gabbro starts to say yes, but they are cut off by the scout soaring towards them.

“We're going to miss it.” Obsidian says not bothering to try to reach the scout. They watch lazily as it flies past and is recalled.

Gabbro shrugs. “They'll send it again.”

As Gabbro finishes their statement, Obsidian sees the glint of metal soaring over the horizon. Once again Obsidian leaps, flies,and catches the scout. The land a bit away and wait for Gabbro to walk over.

The camera in Obsidian’s arm spins and clicks wildly, like whoever is directing it is eagerly trying to see everything that's happening.

“How's your fuel?” Gabbro asks once they're close enough to be heard.

“Still good. Should probably walk the rest of the way to be safe.” Obsidian says easily.

“Whatever will your poor feet do?” Gabbro exclaims with false concern.

Obsidian raises their visor for a moment so that Gabbro can see that they are sticking their tounge out at them. Gabbro probably doesn't respond in kind, though it's difficult to tell for sure with their helmet covering their mouth.

The camera pauses on Obsidian's face capturing them sticking their tounge out. Obsidian hopes whoever is following them enjoyed the picture.

“Hey, what's that on the scout?” Gabbro asks as the camera returns to spinning quickly.

Obsidian looks and realizes there is a roll of paper attached to the scouts legs.

“Don't know.” They say as they tug the scrap off the scout and unroll it.

The scrap in question is a very messily written note. Its so messy that Obsidian has to take a moment to read it.

“I think a hatchling wrote this.” They tell Gabbro as they squint at the page.

“What's it say?” Gabbro asks curiously.

“Take us with you.” Obsidian says uncertainly.

Gabbro laughs as the camera in Obsidian's arms continues to spin.

“Set it down for a second.” Gabbro says.

Obsidian does so and Gabbro poses in front of the camera giving a big thumbs up. The camera pauses in its spinning for a moment watching them with its own steady clicks signaling that pictures are still being taken until Gabbro picks it up and the spinning starts again.

“Well?” Gabbro asks. “Should we get going?”

“Wouldn't want to disappoint a hatchling.” Obsidian agrees.

It's only a ten minute walk to the base of the mountains. The camera in Gabbro's hands clicks periodically letting them know the hatchlings that had sent the scout to them were still paying attention.

The clicking becomes excited again when they start climbing with small expulsions of jet pack fuel.

“Wish I knew for certain who we had with us.” Gabbro says as they take the next leap up the steep steps.

“We can try to find out when we get to the top.” Obsidian soothes. They make quick work of climbing the mountain together. Once they’ve reached the summit, Obsidian turns back towards the village and fires their own scout. Taking pictures as it flies over the crater and the scouting platform.

“So?” Gabbro asks when Obsidian recalls their own scout.

“It looks like all the hatchlings decided to come with us via scout.” Obsidian says. “We’re going to have to be on our best behavior.”

“I feel like geyser jumping is the opposite of that.” Gabbro observes, turning towards the geyser anyways with the hatchlings' scout tucked firmly underneath their arm. “Ready?”

“Sure, do you want to go first or me?” Obsidian asks mentally timing the geyser for when it will best to leap.

“Should probably be you, since you’ll have both hands free.” Gabbro nods towards the scout in their arms. “You can catch me if I come in wrong.”

“Okay.” Obsidian agrees. “Give me two eruptions before you follow.”

Gabbro agrees and the geyser erupts showering them in water. As soon as the water stops Obsidian dives into the geyser letting the current within carry them away. Thank the stars, the underwater path to the big geyser is the same.

The first current releases Obsidian in the geyser underneath the Quantum Grove. Noticeable due to the long roots sinking into the earth and moving along with the heated vent into Timber Hearth's magma layer. Just like the quantum shard just above their heads.

Gabbro joins them a moment later and holds the little scout up so the Hatchlings behind it can see the room they're in. Obsidian thinks it's sweet how seriously Gabbro is taking their role as tour guide.

Once the camera stops spinning and clicking excitedly Gabbro tucks the scout back into their arms and turns their attention back to Gabbro.

“Keep going?” Obsidian asks with a grin.

“Lead on, Time Pal.” Gabbro nods, jerking their head towards the tight pass through that will lead to their destination.

Obsidian nods and lets the current pull them through. They manage to stop flying through the currents right before they slam into the cave wall once they reach their destination.

They’re definitely going to have to catch Gabbro when they come through. Obsidian positions themselves so they can and a moment later catches Gabbro in a rough approximation of a hug.

They get shoved back a little, but manage to catch Gabbro before they are both get hurt. Once they’ve both found their feet they approach the small shrine. Carefully Gabbro sets the scout down where it can see the full art piece.

Obsidian gets to translating. As much as they would love to stay and enjoy the ancient art left by the Nomai as a sign of friendship between their people, their fuel meter is indicating they should think about wrapping it up.

The little scout has gone still, camera focused on the Nomai mural. Obsidian wonders what the Hatchlings think of the discovery. They wonder if they've gone to get an adult yet.

“You have what you need?” Gabbro asks when Obsidian finishes the translation.

“Yeah.” Obsidian says. “Could use a fuel tank refill soonish. I’m not using oxygen, but I’m not anywhere close to full, you know? I’d hate to get there and suffocate at home, seems like a dumb way to actually die. ”

“Yeah, we should avoid that. Where do we want to exit at?” Gabbro asks like they don't already know.

Obsidian takes a moment to think about it even though they know what they really want to do already. And it’s true it might upset the village a little, but it also was the fastest and easiest way home. “Well, I need to talk to Hornfels. They'll want to present this to Rutile at the very least.”

“Yeah, I figured you'd want The Village geysers.” Gabbro laughs. “Rutile is going to yell at us for scaring them. They’ll call it endangering The Village, but it will really be for scaring them.”

Obsidian shrugs. “I think that if we’re trying to fit in with The Village they should try to get used to us.”

Gabbro nods in a fair enough sort of way. “Should we leave the scout here?”

“Let the hatchlings decide what they want to do with the scout.” Obsidian says. “We should start heading back. Do you want to lead, now that your arms aren’t full?”

“Sure, why not.” Gabbro agrees. The step into the currents that will take them to The Village Geysers. Obsidian waits a few long moments before they start to step to join them. The last thing they see of the shrine is the scout’s camera beginning to click around as their watchers realize that they aren’t with them any more. The Hatchlings were in for a fun surprise.

Chapter Text

Gabbro

Heroic Return

Gabbro wonders if the scout was recalled when they left as they wait for Obsidian to join them in the geyser pool underneath the village. They don’t have to wait long of course, their time buddy joins them in a rush of current. Gabbro hadn’t been paying attention so they end up crashing into a crate that had been thrown into the geyser ages ago.

“Whoops.” They say over their shortwave radio.

“That was a great catch, Gabbro.” Obsidian says dryly as they pick themselves out of the wreckage. “Truly, I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Gabbro laughs. “I’ll do better when you miss the launch pad.”

Obsidian shakes their head. “You better.”

It was an empty threat of course. They both know Obsidian won’t miss the launch pad, they’re too skilled in the art of geyser jumping for that, they had practiced significantly less with the geyser streams during the loops.

“We should arrange a clean up.” Gabbro says looking around at the geyser pool. “Having a bunch of trash down here can’t be good for the ecosystem and stuff.”

Obsidian laughs. “We’ll suggest it to Rutile when they’re done yelling at us for doing this.”

Gabbro laughs at that even though Obsidian definitely isn’t joking. Still, if this was going to work there was a certain amount of getting used to them The Village was going to have to do too. Geyser jumping just came with the package, at least the other travelers were finally starting to accept that.

“So, are you ready to get out of here and face The Village?” Obsidian prompts. They ready their pack even as they move to let Gabbro get to the geyser vent . Gabbro was currently the one leading this adventure after all it was only fair that they went first.

“Sure.” Gabbro shrugs watching the vent for signs that it was about to superheat the water enough to push a jet up. As soon as they see the tale tell bubbles they float over it and let the geyser launch them past the village and towards space.

As they soar towards the stars they think that The Village is oddly empty. Surely the hatchlings following them hadn’t missed an entire search party leaving to find them. Gravity begins to tug on Gabbro and they set the issue aside to focus on landing on the bracers for the new launch pad. It’s complete except for the main deck. It was expected to be complete just in time for it to be used properly by Obsidian.

As Gabbro lands, wobbling a little on the round wood they think they should have requested a landing platform. That really would have made things easier. While catching Obsidian would never be necessary they may need to steady their friend.

Gabbro knows they’ll have to wait through one geyser blast before Obsidian arrives. They take the time to try to figure out where The Villagers went. It doesn’t take much looking to find the larger congregation of Hearthians staring at them from across the crater. It appears that at some point the majority of the adults had joined the hatchlings at the scout launcher.

A moment later Obsidian is launched from the geyser. Gabbro watches as they perfectly execute the landing maneuver that Gabbro had done moments before. Even though Obsidian lands perfectly balanced, Gabbro reaches out to steady them.

“Apparently we had more company than we thought in the mine, Buddy.” Gabbro says, jutting their chin towards The Village Scout’s launch pad.

Obsidian follows their gaze and makes a slight choking noise. “Stars! That’s everyone Gabbro!”

Gabbro nods, unable to keep from smirking at Obsidian’s startled reaction. “Sure is Time Pal. Ready to go and explain what they just saw?”

“Do I have a choice?” Obsidian asks petulantly.

Gabbro tries to console their friend by patting them on the back. “I’m afraid not. Can’t do all the explaining for everything you found out there.”

It was a pattern that Gabbro was noticing. The Village was beginning to believe that Gabbro had been the mastermind behind solving the time loop. Solely because they were the one that would provide any information on what had happened when asked.

As much as it irked Gabbro that Obsidian wasn’t getting the credit they deserved it was also understandable why. How could The Village acknowledge all the work Obsidian had done when they weren’t interested in taking credit?

Obsidian looks at Gabbro through narrowed eyes and
then sighs. “Fine.”

The next thing Gabbro knows they're flying to the otherside of the crater and suddenly Gabbro has to rush to catch up. Once their mind was made up Obsidian never did things by halves.

They land on the lip of the crater and make their way to the main path through The Village. Most of the Villagers greet them there. It's not like the last times they've returned from outings. There are no awkward silences or angry demands.

Honestly, it's reminiscent of Feldspar coming home. The Village is excited to see them and to learn more about what they had been shown.

The Hatchlings manage to get the first word in. It's a tumble of eager questions Gabbro can barely make sense of.

"How did you catch us? That was so cool!” It is unsurprising that Mica asks that while bouncing eagerly on their toes.

"Obsidian, why did you stick your tongue out at Gabbro?" Galena demands filling in the space usually reserved for answering questions. “I don't think it was very nice.”

“I-” Obsidian of course can't begin to explain before the next question comes tumbling forth.

"Where'd you go when it got so dark?" That was Arkose. “Did you go in the geyser?”

“Of course they did!” Mica argues. “Not that that was real geyser jumping.”

Whatever else they were going to say gets cut off by Moraine.

"Did we really used to look like that? We were so small!”

“I want to go geyser jumping!” Arkoses says excitedly. “Can you take us, pleeeeeeeaaaaaasssseee!”

“No one is going Geyser Jumping.” Tektite says firmly then glances at Obsidian and Gabbro consideringly, “At least, not without proper training first.”

“And how do you suggest training occur, Tektite?” Rutile asks, if Gabbro didn't know better they'd say the mayor seemed amused.

“Well, clearly that's for Outer Wilds Ventures to decide.” Tektite says, “but I'd guess it's not an early class.”

Gossan smirks, “You guessed that right. But I'll have to get more information and think about it before anyone decides anything.

The two laugh it off and the conversation moves on.

“Well, geyser jumping aside, I am comforted by what Obsidian and Gabbro showed us.” Rutile says. “If the Nomai were kind to us then, it only makes sense to try to help them now.”

There seems to be agreement with that until Spinel speaks up. “A single picture doesn't prove much, Rutile.”

“I have translations!” Obsidian exclaims, seemingly forgetting that making such statements would make them the center of attention.

They look away from the villagers looking at them. Gabbro notices the way their shoulders hunch and gets ready to intervene if needed. Their Timebuddy was clearly uncomfortable and they couldn’t afford to run. Not that Gabbro wouldn’t follow if they did.

“Oh, there was text at the site?” Hornfels asks curiously. Gabbro could hug the older Hearthian for forcing Obsidian to focus on talking to them instead of the crowd.

It wasn’t really stage fright, Gabbro didn’t think. Obsidian would also get like this if forced to talk to any single villager for too long. Gabbro just didn’t have a good explanation for it and Obsidian certainly wasn’t talking.

“Yeah.” Obsidian says glancing at Gabbro who smiles at them but doesn’t jump in. “It basically just talks about how the Nomai had discovered our species in the geyser pools and didn’t want to destroy our habitat as we mined.”

Rutile smiles. “Exactly as I said, if they were looking out for us we will look out for the last of their kind.”

That’s not exactly true, but it would take a lot of effort to contact any of the other Nomai. Especially when it wasn’t certain that they even existed. Functionally what Rutile was saying was true enough that Gabbro didn’t feel the need to argue.

There’s a couple more questions but most of the Village drifts off after that, each Hearthian patting either Gabbro or Obsidian on the back for a job well done. Gabbro thinks that if Gossan wasn’t standing next to them Obsidian would have run off at the first possible moment.

“That was amazing!” Riebeck says making their way to them both. “I should have gone with you to see it for myself. The Nomai knew our ancestors! I can't believe it!”

Gabbro decides to sit back and see how their Timebuddy responds. Obsidian has been much more responsive to the other Travelers than the rest of The Village. This might be a good chance for them to shine.

“We can take you through the easier way next time.” Obsidian offers awkwardly. “It still involves a little geyser jumping, but you won't get launched and there won't be as many currents to deal with.”

“Stars, yes!” Riebeck says gratefully. “I'd love to see it with my own four eyes!”

“Do you think there would be a way to add it to The Museum?” Hornfels asks. “Something like that is vital to Hearthian history. What else do you know about the mural?”

Obsidian considers the request. “I think we could move it, yeah. The text would be harder to replicate.”

“No it wouldn’t.” Hal argues. “You made a Nomai text writer remember. You’d just have to put a translation with the description so anyone could know what it said.”

Obsidian hums thoughtfully. “Yeah, I could do that.”

“Then we’ll make sure to do that soon.” Hornfels says turning to Gabbro. “But first, you and I need to finish setting up the Quantum Moon exhibit. I have had a thought on how to showcase the rule of quantum entanglement in an interactive way.”

Gabbro nods. “I’ll meet you there in a bit to look at it?”

They could just go now but they wanted to talk to Obsidian a bit more, get their suit off and maybe mention cleaning out the geyser to Rutile.

“I’ll be waiting for you, Traveler.” Hornfels says pointedly and heads back up the path to the Observatory.

“We should take our suits back.” Obsidian tells Riebeck and Gossan once they’re gone.

“Can you find me when you’re done?” Riebeck asks. “We can discuss how best to display the mural in the museum. That way Hornfels isn’t dealing with two displays back to back.”

“That makes sense.” Obsidian says. “You know, the translator isn't that hard to assemble if you aren't trying to translate both ways. We might be able to include one with the replicated Nomai text.”

Riebeck grins. “I really like that idea!”

“We’ll work on it once we've gotten our suits off.” Obsidian promises. Gabbro feels some of the worry that had been growing for Obsidian ease. At least Obsidian was connecting with someone.

“Mind if I come with you?” Gossan asks, falling into step with them anyway. “I wanted to discuss the next trip to the Quantum Moon.”

“Sure thing, Gossan.” Gabbro says as they all make their way to the Traveler's cabin.

Like most cabins in the crater the travelers cabin is really just a large room with a table, kitchen and some beds pushed up against the walls. Each with a view of the hearth fire of course. How else would a Hearthian ever sleep?

There’s also a couple of sleeping bags rolled up next to the fire for those who’d rather sleep closer to it. If they’d been sleeping in the cabin Gabbro know’s that is where Obsidian would be, sleeping so close to the hearth they were practically in it.

The stairs set against one of the walls leads to a slope roofed second floor that doubles as a project room and equipment storage. That is where they walk so they can put away their space suits.

Once they’re out of their suits Obsidian sighs. “That’s better.”

Gabbro grins at their Time Buddy. Gabbro had stripped down to their undershirt because swimming in the geyser pools always left them feeling over warm and a little damp even though the suits were water tight.

“You said it.” Gabbro agrees, turning to Gossan expectantly now that the important things had been handled. “So, what’s so important about the Quantum Moon?”

Gossan smiles but it’s resigned, “Let’s go make some pine bark tea and talk.”

It’s not like they have much choice but to follow Gossan back down to the kitchen and sit around the comfortably worn table. Gabbro wonders how many hours the other travelers had spent around this table making plans or just passing time.

“So?” Obsidian asks when Gossan busies themselves with the tea, hesitating to start the conversation. “What do you want to know about the next trip to the Quantum Moon?”

“Well, you two were so adamant that it's a two Traveler job.” Gossan says honestly, “I understand why. But if it is, then we've got a slight problem.”

“And what's that?” Gabbro asks curiously.

“Rutile wants me to go on the next trip to speak with Pye.” They say plainly. They also set three mugs of tea down on the table. Gabbro takes theirs with a smile.

Across the table Obsidian is tracing the lip of their mug thoughtfully, four eyes distant with unspoken thoughts.

“Meaning someone has to stay behind.” Gabbro says just to make sure they have the shape of the problem right.

Gossan nods. “If you truly think three observers will cause a problem, yes.”

The answer to that is obviously. Three astronauts simply would not fit in the Quantum Tower.

“Why does Rutile want you there?” Obsidian asks, frowning suspiciously.

“Well, they wanted one of The Founders there. Someone with a little more experience with The Village to scope things out.” Gossan admits, “It could be me, Esker, or Feldspar really.”

Gabbro was certain Rutile would have preferred Gossan. “You’d think Feldspar would be jumping at the chance to do some exploring.”

“They were at first.” Gossan says. “But Felds and I talked about it and ultimately decided that it should be me going.”

Gabbro was fascinated by how much Gossan wasn't saying with their simple statement alone. It wasn't too hard to imagine how the conversation went down. Feldspar would have started out insisting they go until they actually started paying attention to what Gossan wasn't saying.

Even as they all sat safely at the kitchen table Gossan's eyes shifted to Obsidian constantly. Checking that Gabbro's Time Pal was still here safe and not suddenly stranded in some corner of the solar system. If Feldspar saw what Gabbro was seeing Gabbro thinks they'd easily agree to letting Gossan go instead.

If Feldspar could let it go, Gabbro could too. “You'll still need a third astronaut to sit with the ship while you're on the Quantum Moon anyway. Probably makes sense for it to be me since I can resist looking at the moon while you move it to the sixth location.”

Obsidian gives Gabbro a betrayed look. “I thought you'd want to talk to Pye?”

Gabbro sips their tea. “When we successfully get her off the moon, I can talk physics with her whenever I want.”

“You're really okay with it?” Gossan asks, surprised.

“As long as you don't let ‘Sidian be too reckless while you're with them.” Gabbro says plainly.

Maybe after they could compare notes with Gossan about the thing that had happened in Dark Bramble. The wouldn't mention it of course, but maybe Obsidian would slip up a little with Gossan and show them a little bit of what had been going on in Dark Bramble.

Maybe Gossan could find a way to help where Gabbro was struggling. It was worth a shot.

Chapter Text

Obsidian

Time's Up

“I think Slate will have a fit when the three of us load into the ship they just balanced for two.” Gossan warns as they pull on their space suit.

Obsidian listens to the conversation passively as they wait for the other two to finish getting ready. Even after a couple of months mostly off, it was second nature to throw on the suit without thinking about it.

“I think they’ll have to get over it, unless you want to learn to go geyser jumping.” Gabbro jokes.

Gossan shakes their head, but they're smiling so Obsidian figures no one is actually in trouble. They click their Translator over from reading mode to writing mode and back again just to make sure it will work when they get there.

“Well, I think the more time we waste the more reasons they will come up with to try to keep us from going.” Gossan says.

“I can fly the ship even if the load is wrong.” Obsidian points out. That is honestly how they were the most comfortable flying, for Obsidian a slightly overloaded ship was a normal ship.

“Yeah, but that’s not going to keep Slate from complaining.” Gossan smiles. “Ready to head down to the pad?”

Gossan already has their helmet on their head with the visor flipped up for better visibility in the crater. Gabbro is holding theirs tucked under their arm for until they actually need it. Obsidian elects to do the same.

“So, what’s our plan?” Gossan asks as they walk from the Travelers Cabin down into The Village. They’d already gotten permission to launch from Hornfels before suiting up.

“We should fly out to a planet that’s on the opposite side of the sun from Timber Hearth.” Obsidian says. “That will help discourage conscious observers on the ground here from looking at the moon.”

“Rutile has mentioned to everyone that it would help the program if they ignored the wandering moon for the day.” Gossan replies. “So hopefully that’s not a factor.”

Obsidian and Gabbro both nod in understanding.

A few Villagers stop them to wish them safe travels on their way to the launch pad. Mica tells them not to get stranded and Gossan stops to talk to Porphy for a bit.

Eventually they make it to the launch pad. Slate is waiting with Feldspar at the bottom. “Thought we’d throw you a going away party!” Feldspar announces mischievously.

“You’re calling it a going away party.” Slate grumbles. “I want to make sure Obsidian knows what to expect flying and landing an overloaded ship that I specifically built to not be overloaded with two passengers.”

“That’s because you’re worrying over nothing.” Feldspar replies. “Been wearing a path around the fire with all your pacing.”

“I just finished the ship.” Slate replies tersely. “I don’t need Obsidian crashing it again just because it’s over loaded for its first real flight.”

“Slate.” Obsidian says, “An overloaded ship is basically all I ever flew and Gabbro is used to flying with me without a place to sit. Everything will be fine.”

The look Slate gives Obsidian is calculating to say the least. “There better not be a scratch on that ship when you land, Traveler.”

“Well, I can’t account for when Gabbro will be flying-” Obsidian starts only to be cut off by their Time Buddy’s hand covering their mouth.

“The ship will be fine, Slate.” Gabbro says moving their hand from Obsidian’s mouth only to grab their shoulder and gently push them towards the lift. “Come on Gossan, let’s get out of here before people start getting curious.”

Gossan joins them in the elevator and Obsidian punches in the launch codes Hornfels had given them. Surprisingly, that was another thing that was different in this universe. It was weird to have to remember a different code. Not that Obsidian was complaining it would have eventually changed in their universe as well, had it survived. It was just weird.

They pile into the ship one after the other. Obsidian hops into the pilot seat and watches through the dim reflection in the glass as Gossan gets settled in Gabbro’s seat. Gabbro makes sure the hatch is secure and steps behind Obsidian’s seat. Their hands grip the top of the seat firmly.

“Ready?” Obsidian checks not wanting to knock Gabbro over with a sudden launch.

“You know it, Time Pal.” Gabbro responds easily.

“I’m good.” Gossan echoes from their spot in the back.

Obsidian takes that as their cue to launch. The ship flies like it did before, only now they had all the indicators they were used to. Once they had escaped Timber Hearth entirely Gabbro walks over to the computer to check the map.

“It looks like Brittle Hollow will be behind the Sun if you're looking from Timber Hearth.” They say casually.

“Giant's Deep is the better approach.” Obsidian reminds them. Though the argument is negated by them choosing to fly in the direction of Brittle Hollow anyway.

“Enh.” Gabbro shrugs. “Not that much of a time save and we aren't on a time limit. Let Gossan see the wandering moon in all its splendor.”

“I'd appreciate that.” Gossan says. “So, what does the surface of the moon look like? You haven't actually mentioned.”

“That's because we didn't actually know.” Obsidian starts to explain.

“I know that.” Gossan reassures them. “But you do know now, so what's it like?”

They chat for a while about what Gossan should expect from the Quantum Moon as they draw closer to Brittle Hollow. When the time comes Obsidian matches velocity with the planet.

“Okay, I'm ready to start looking.” Obsidian declares once they are in position. For a moment they think about rolling the ship, but that would almost certainly throw Gabbro off their feet. They dismiss the idea with a shake of their head and remove their hands from the controls to reduce temptation.

“That means we should close our eyes.” Gabbro informs Gossan. “And time pal, thanks for choosing not to roll the ship, I thought I was going to have to brace there for a second.”

“I thought about it.” Obsidian admits blinking all four eyes to try and bring the Quantum Moon to them. “But Gossan's here.”

Gabbro laughs happily at the comment.

So does Gossan. “Obsidian maybe you were naturally this talented in your universe-”

“They weren't.” Gabbro groans.

“but our Obsidian threw me around the ship plenty.” Gossan finishes teasingly.

“Did they ever bruise your tibia?” Gabbro asks curiously.

Obsidian elects to ignore the pair as they compare notes on Obsidian and their parallel selves most heinous training mistakes. They have a moon to find after all.

It takes five blinks for The Quantum Moon to finally join them in orbit around Brittle Hollow. Obsidian gently pilots the ship the moon's way. The sudden motion causes Gabbro to stumble into the back of Obsidian's chair a little.

“Thought you weren't throwing me around the ship this time.” Gabbro complains, draping themselves properly over the back of the pilot's seat.

“Sorry.” Obsidian says unapologetically. “Just trying to get us to the Quantum Moon.”

Gabbro flicks their ear in retaliation but lets Obsidian work on getting a good photo of the moon with the scout in peace. Once the photo is in place Obsidian and Gabbro swap places. Gabbro is careful to keep their eyes on the photo.

“I’ve got the moon.” Gabbro says once they're settled. “You two have fun.”

Obsidian snorts derisively. “Is that the word?”

“If you let it be.” Gossan says before Gabbro can try to tease them into a better mood. “Come on Traveler, let's go check out the moon.”

“Make sure to have the moon at Brittle Hollow when you head back.” Gabbro says as Obsidian and Gossan prepare to exit the hatch.

“We will.” Obsidian promises and jumps out the hatch into open space. A moment later Gossan follows.

“Is it a simple landing?” Gossan asks over the short wave radio as they both propel themselves towards the moon.

Obsidian feels weird being out here with someone who isn't Gabbro. They'd traveled on their own at the beginning of the loops, and had occasionally spent loops apart once they began working together. Not that that had ever gone well, but it had been so long since Obsidian had been out with someone who wasn’t Gabbro, they hardly knew what to do.

Answering Gossan's question was likely a good place to start.

“Well, yes, as in we will be landing on solid ground.” Obsidian explains preparing to land even as they speak. “The atmosphere is dense and fog-like, so we will need to be careful about descending too quickly. The other important thing to know is that regardless of where we approach it we will end up at the south pole.”

“Why's that?” Gossan asks.

The confused question throws Obsidian enough that they pause in their preparations to descend. “I, um, Gabbro said something about atomic polarity on a macro scale, but then they also said something about the universe perceiving itself and the moon turning its south pole to you being a physical manifestation of that perception?”

Gossan pauses in their own preparations and Obsidian wishes they could see their expression. “They wouldn't have been high when you were discussing this, would they?”

Obsidian shrugs, “Possibly.”

Gossan didn't need to know that Gabbro had started every loop, having just smoked a decent amount of Stream Moss moments before the Orbital Probe Canon fired. The question wasn't had Gabbro been high, the question was had they sobered up yet. The answer was no.

“I see.” Gossan says, glancing back at the ship. “Those loops were hard on both of you, weren't they.”

Obsidian snorts but doesn't expand on the observation. That should be obvious.

Gossan cringes a little. “You're right. Bad question.”

Obsidian decides to let it pass. “Come on, we've got a moon to explore.”

“I'm following you.” Gossan confirms.

Passing through the atmosphere of the Quantum Moon is as easy and claustrophobic as it has ever been. The cracked blue surface so similar to Brittle Hollow appears quickly, but both astronauts are prepared for it. They land more or less at the same time.

Obsidian's eyes rove over the familiar surface of the moon. The Nomai ship isn't too far off, but once again there is no sign of Pye.

“It's Brittle Hollow.” Gossan says in wonder next to them. “That's incredible.”

“We never figured out why,” Obsidian says honestly, “but the moon seems to replicate the appearance of whatever celestial body it is orbiting.”

“Fascinating.” Gossan breathes. Then they shake off their awe, getting back to business. “So, you said the next step would be to get to the North Pole?”

“Yes.” Obsidian agrees, beginning to lead the way north.

“Does the landscape always change like this?” Gossan asks after nearly running into a small cliff that hadn't been there before a moment of inattention.

“Yup.” Obsidian confirms. “It's part of the Quantum Moon experience.”

“Kind of like the Quantum Grove at home.” Gossan observes.

“But it's the entire moon.” Obsidian says smiling. A moment later they reach the cliff's edge. Obsidian begins looking for the Quantum Tower.

It was interesting how in this universe Pye doesn't appear on as many of the iterations of the Quantum Moon. Almost like she'd stopped trying to escape almost as soon as she thought to leave.

Obsidian had always wondered how Solanum had finally figured out she was partially dead. They would never be able to ask her now, of course. It seemed Pye might have some insight on the situation.

“What are you looking for, Traveler?” Gossan asks when Obsidian begins spinning lazy circles.

“Tower's being stubborn.” Obsidian complains.

Gossan looks behind them as if the tower might appear there. That, for whatever reason, is what the Quantum Moon needed to put the tower next to Obsidian.

“There we go.” Obsidian says, opening the door and gesturing for Gossan to go inside with them. As always, it's a little cramped for more than one astronaut. The space feels smaller than last time.

Once they're in the tower and the door is closed Obsidian lowers and raises the light. Of course, they end up at The Eye.

“Where's this?” Gossan asks, looking at the unfamiliar floor in confusion.

“The Eye.” Obsidian says, “But we won't be able to access it here.”

Obsidian plunges the Quantum Tower into darkness again as if moving the tower will prevent Gossan from asking about the nature of the place that took everything Obsidian loved and left them- here. Of course, that would be too simple.

“Hm.” Gossan says thoughtfully as they bring the lights back up. The next stop is Ember Twin which is not the most useful planet they could get to. Obsidian plunges the tower into darkness once again.

“You know you don’t really talk much about The Eye, and yet I get the sense that it had a lot to do with everything you’ve been through.” Gossan observes as Obsidian brings the lights back up.

They know they’re where they want to be before they even turn the lights on. There is water gently lapping at their boots. The sound of Giant’s Deep makes Obsidian miss Gabbro keenly.

“It was only the core thread that tied everything we ever experienced together in a nice little hatchday package.” Obsidian says darkly.

“What-” Gossan starts to ask another question but Obsidian can’t deal with it.

“Gossan, please.” They hate that it sounds like they’re begging. “Not now, not here.”

Obsidian watches as Gossan’s helmet tilts in curiosity. They don’t know what they’ll do if the flight coach keeps digging. Maybe fall apart entirely.

“Okay, Hatchling.” Gossan says. “I’ll leave it for now. Where to next?”

Gratefully, Obsidian leads Gossan to the edge of the North Pole Cyclone. They locate the tower again and walk inside. Gossan follows without any prompting this time.

“This is going to be the hard part, but Timber Hearth is the place that most consistently is clear from here.” Obsidian warns and brings the tower to Timber Hearth.

“But we’ll get stuck if Hatchlings are watching for us.” Gossan says knowingly.

“Exactly.” Obsidian says. “So we should be quick about it.”

It takes three tries to find Timber Hearth. As soon as they do, Obsidian and Gossan are sprinting out of the tower and to the north pole. The moment they arrive they both begin looking for the tower.

“Let’s go.” Obsidian says to Gossan as soon as it appears at the pole. They both step in and Obsidian doesn’t even bother with the Nomai light, clicking their flashlight almost frantically to get away from potential observers.

It takes a few tries before the swirling stone of The Eye is below their feet once again. Obsidian takes a deep shaky breath. They weren’t actually there. It was fine. Obsidian was fine.

“You okay, Obsidian?” Gossan asks cautiously.

Obsidian breathes again. They think about saying they’re fine, but Gossan will know that’s a lie. “We need to walk to Pye.”

It’s not a lie at least. Obsidian turns and walks in Pye’s direction. They don’t want to face the concerned look they know Gossan is giving them. They don’t like it here, but there’s a Nomai who needs their help. It would be wrong to abandon Pye just because being here hurts.

Gossan follows them on the long walk back down to the South Pole. Neither of them speak, what is there to even say? Obsidian doesn’t want to talk about any of the things Gossan wants to discuss.

Luckily the tension growing between them stops mattering when Gossan sees Pye for the first time. “Oh, wow.” Gossan breathes. “She’s really here.”

“Of course she is.” Obsidian says readying their translator. Once they're close enough to communicate Pye writes a spiral of text on the rock wall she is beside.

Obsidian gestures for Gossan to read over their shoulder.

“Greetings, Obsidian.” The text reads. “I am pleased to see you again!”

Obsidian takes a moment to type out their own message in reply. “Hello Pye. It is good to see you. Gabbro wishes they could have come but someone needed to stay with the ship, instead I have brought my mentor Gossan.”

The term may not have the same weight for Obsidian it had for Gossan but it was the best way to explain Gossan’s role as it related to Obsidian in a way Pye would understand.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Gossan.” Pye replies and Gossan nods to the Nomai in appreciation. “I am glad that you and Obsidian have returned here. I have often contemplated the conversation I had with Obsidian and Gabbro when they were last here.”

“Yes.” Obsidian agrees “There have been many discussions about your situation on Timber Hearth as well.”

“I would suspect so.” Pye writes, leaving Obsidian with the impression she is amused. “ If I may be blunt, I would like to leave the Quantum Moon. I must lay my people to rest, but I am concerned this is not a goal I can achieve on my own.”

“Gabbro and I are working on ways to get you off of here.” Obsidian replies. “We just want to run some tests in the Quantum Caves on Ember Twin before we make the attempt.”

“I appreciate that.” Pye says. “Do you mind telling me what you intend to try?”

The next several minutes are spent discussing Quantum theory with Pye. It’s a long discussion that Gabbro probably could have made a lot quicker but they muddle through.

There is a time where Obsidian is forced to hand the translator over and let Gossan speak to Pye on their own. Obsidian knew it would happen but it didn’t mean they had to like it. Rutile of course had questions for Pye that they would expect Gossan to get answered.

It’s not like Obsidian was excluded from the conversation about Pye’s plans once she gets off the moon or the questions about what support she might need from The Village. It was just that only one person could really talk in their current way of communicating.

Truly it all came back to Pye's initial request to be freed from the moon so she could begin what would be a very long time of giving her people the burial they deserved. Gossan offers her housing and assistance from the Hearthians as she does her work. She willingly accepts.

She asks about what killed her clan and Obsidian is handed the translator again. They try their best to explain, Pye deserves that much. They speak of the strange comet that entered the solar system and fell into orbit around the sun. The deadly matter that was locked inside its core.

“I sense you are leaving something out, my friend.” Pye prods when Obsidian stops writing. “Does this perhaps have to do with what your friend said previously about your universe's demise?”

Gossan gasps softly. Most likely surprised it had been mentioned at all.

“Like Gabbro said.” Obsidian replies. “We were expecting Solanum, in our universe you were part of the investigating team sent to explore the comet.”

Obsidian doesn’t have it in them to finish telling the truth.

“Am I to understand that I did not make it?” Pye asks.

Obsidian frowns at the text. This was not a nice story to tell after all, but Pye had asked. “You were beside the node when it exploded.”

Pye falls back a step at Obsidian’s likely too blunt words. Then she gathers herself, steps forward, and raises her staff once more. “I see. Are you finding numerous differences between universes?”

Obsidian shrugs at the text. “Yes. No. It’s structurally all the same but sometimes the details are different.”

Pye makes a humming noise and Gossan taps Obsidian on their shoulder. “I’m at half oxygen, you?”

Obsidian glances at their HUD and sees that they too will need air sooner rather than later. Pye of course notices the interaction right away. “Is everything alright?”

“Our suits are indicating that we will run out of oxygen if we do not leave soon.” Obsidian explains regretfully.

“Then go.” Pye replies. “It would not do for you to die in this place. I will see you when you have successfully tested our theory in the Quantum Caves.”

Obsidian and Gossan both wave goodbye and head back up the path. Obsidian walks briskly, barely giving Gossan the opportunity to catch up. As much as they hate leaving Pye behind they want to get away from the sixth location and off the Quantum Moon. They want their ship and Gabbro’s familiar soothing presence.

Something about Pye’s questions had put Obsidian on edge. It would make sense that she would be curious about beings from an entirely different universe, especially with her expertise. It did not make the questions any less awkward.

At least Gossan seemed to understand that Obsidian needed to leave before they chatted about what had occurred. Once they find the Quantum Tower on the North Pole, Obsidian leads Gossan inside. They don’t stop pulsing their flashlight until they are back at Brittle Hollow.

“So now we just jump out of the atmosphere.” Obsidian say once they've stepped out of the tower. Even not being at the sixth location is letting them breathe a little easier.

“Then let's get back to the ship.” Gossan says and without further discussion they jump. The moon falls away and as promised Gabbro is nearby. Sighing in relief at the sight of their ship and presumably their Time Buddy Obsidian leads the way to the ship. Obsidian was looking forward to some time on Timber Hearth before they launched again for Ember Twin.

Chapter Text

Gabbro

Energy Readings

It’s only been a day since Gabbro last launched with Obsidian, but they are headed out again. Gabbro can tell their Time Buddy feels it isn’t a moment too soon. Gabbro kind of wanted to spend a little more time at home though.

Now that the Villagers weren’t acting like every little thing Gabbro did was suspect it was starting to feel like home. It seemed that this was not the case for Obsidian who was eager to go to Ember Twin now that they could explore the Quantum Caves without a risk of being crushed by the sands.

“Who knows, we might even find something new!” Obsidian chatters happily.

“We'll at least have a better understanding of the Quantum Rules.” Gabbro confirms as they finish buckling themselves into their seat.

They have a warm thermos of spiced tree nut tea courtesy of Slate cradled in their hands. It helps to keep them awake and warm after a rather restless night. They probably shouldn't have let Marl talk them into smoking a little after the village campfire.

They didn't know what else to do with themselves, though. Obsidian had already gone to bed, after avoiding speaking with anyone that wasn't an astronaut. A growing problem that has been going on for weeks now.

After so much time worrying about their Time Buddy, some relaxation had sounded great. They should have remembered that wasn't what they'd get.

Sleep had been hard to chase as anxiety and moss fought for control of their body. They'd been up before Obsidian, wandering the crater still a half awake jittery mess.

Gabbro's path had led them to Slate’s workshop. Of course the engineer was still awake and working. Slate had barely glanced at them before they'd moved away from the signal scope they were building for Moraine and started brewing the tea.

Slate had helped talk them down a little more. By the time it'd become time to launch they'd sobered up entirely. That didn't stop Slate from sending them off with a fresh thermos of tea and a veiled threat about the ship that Gabbro is beginning to understand was a promise to check in later.

Obsidian finishes flying through their preflight checks and launches. It's nice launching from an actual launch pad instead of the edge of the crater. There was talk of building a second one out of wood from Youngbark Crater. Gabbro thought it was a great idea.

Soon they are headed to The Hourglass Twins. Even as they fly, sand moves from Ember Twin to bury the Ash Twin Towers. They'll have to wait for the sand to clear the Lake Bed Caves but that will give Gabbro a chance to just hang with Obsidian. They hadn't had that in a while.

“Want to visit Chert while we wait?” Obsidian asks almost as if they had read Gabbro's mind and were deflecting.

Really looking at their Buddy Gabbro thinks Obsidian could use some spiced tree nut tea too. Their eyes are bruised from poor sleep, and their smile is just a little too sharp for Gabbro to believe they actually want to visit Chert.

It's not that they shouldn't say hello to their fellow Traveler. It just doesn't need to be right now.

Gabbro shrugs. “Would be happy to just hang here too.”

Obsidian laughs. “I think Chert would appreciate the visit.”

“Since when do you visit people just because they would appreciate it?” Gabbro asks only half teasing.

Obsidian shrugs and for a second Gabbro hopes they might get to see what Obsidian is really feeling. Of course Obsidian continues to dance around what they're really feeling. “I used to before all this.”

“Yeah, I remember that.” Gabbro says thoughtfully. They do, vaguely. Back when they had been training together Obsidian had often been even later to practice than Gabbro because they'd been running other Hearthian's errands around The Village.

“Yeah.” Obsidian says sadly. “Actually, let's just go explore. We can run through the High Energy Lab while we're at it.”

Gabbro doesn't miss the sudden refusal to do something Obsidian used to do. The avoidance is as obvious as the light of the supernova had always been. They're probably a little heavy handed again in the asking, lucky for Obsidian they'd become an expert at dodging Gabbro's questions when they wanted to.

“Why?” Gabbro asks and Obsidian takes it as why do you want to go there? Not why are you shutting everyone out? Why are you shutting me out?

“Well, Pye was being weird.” Obsidian says biting their lip in thought. “Not how I'd expect her to behave. I figured- I know it's not the best way to go about it, but she's the one who left the notes at the lab. It's not our fault if we looked through them.”

Gabbro sighs. “I don't like that Time Pal. Feels like crossing a line.”

Obsidian's sigh mirrors Gabbro's own. “I don't either, but I- if she's different than she was in our universe the notes will tell us. Besides, Hornfels wants us to be cataloging it all anyway.”

It is true that Hornfels wants a record of what they remember alongside what they find this time around.

“Weird how?” Gabbro asks. Going back to the original statement.

“She's very curious about our universe and how it ended.” Obsidian says.

“I mean curiosity isn't really out of character. It is an unusual position to be in.” Gabbro says thoughtfully. They don't think Pye's interest necessarily means anything.

“Its-” Obsidian pauses and tries again, frustration making their words sharp. “I'm not explaining this well. The way she's interested is shady?”

Gabbro raises an eye-brow at that. “I'm not sure we should do something disingenuous because we piqued someone’s interest, ‘Sidian.”

“It's worth a look though.” Obsidian argues. “We have the time and would be doing it eventually anyway.”

Obsidian had a point. Gabbro watches their buddy unsure what they are even watching for. Finally they let themselves give in. “Fine. If Pye finds out and is mad we snooped, it was your idea.”

Obsidian chuckles at the harmless threat.

Something in Gabbro eases at the sound of Obsidian’s laughter. It's like they’re back in the loops and things are going well at least for this moment. Gabbro takes the moment offered to breathe easy. They’d gotten good at valuing these small moments during the loops.

Obsidian lands near the Escape Pod. Since the pod was there it was likely the best way into the Sunless City. There was the shortcut of course, but there was no guarantee that it was actually there in this universe. While they didn’t have to race the rising sand this time, air supply was still an active concern.

They follow the familiar path through the caves, past the Angler Fish Fossil Overlook, and into the city itself. The city is what it has always been, a giant cavern with buildings hidden in the alcoves, all revealed to them when they turn on the lights.

The sand isn’t quite low enough for them to follow the path to the High Energy Lab. So, they make themselves comfortable by the trees. Obsidian takes some time to read and document the text that is there for Hornfels.

“Still the same.” They inform Gabbro after making their notes.

“At first glance it all kind of looks the same.” Gabbro says, sipping their tea. The Trees here created more than enough oxygen for them to remove their helmets.

“At first glance Timber Hearth looks the same.” Obsidian retorts coming to sit next to Gabbro now that they’ve done all the cursory looking there is to do.

Gabbro nods in agreement with that. It’s not untrue of course, there had to be some differences in the city after all.

As they sit enjoying the silence and the view of the city the steadily lowering sand provides Gabbro tries to think of a way to ask Obsidian what’s wrong that Obsidian can’t dodge. It isn’t a question of if something’s wrong. It’s not even really a question of what.

Gabbro feels it too. The work they have to do to fit in here, missing everyone they knew and love, struggling to know where they’re even trying to go from here. The only way to describe all the emotions Gabbro feels at any given moment is too much. It’s awful.

Obsidian has to be feeling it too. Trying to get their Time Buddy to talk about it was like it’d been early on in traveling together all over again. Obsidian was refusing to talk about it, like they’d been when they first warped to the sunstation and seen that the sun was reaching the end of its natural life cycle. Gabbro couldn’t afford to let it get bad like it had then. Obsidian not caring if they lived or died would not be fixable this time around.

Unfortunately, Obsidian was avoiding the topic like it would break them so there was no way to discuss it. They were left frantically keeping an eye on their buddy and trying to keep them both afloat.

Eventually the sand lowers enough that they can start towards the High Energy Lab. Gabbro finds that they don’t want to leave this moment, but experience had taught them that not wanting too didn’t mean it wouldn’t just leave them any way.

“Ready?” Obsidian asks, holding a hand out to them with a grin.

Gabbro lets themselves be pulled to their feet and hands Obsidian their helmet before pulling their own on.

Obsidian of course jumps down to the bottom of the city as soon as they are ready for space, engaging their jetpack to slow their descent just before they hit the ground. Gabbro follows.

Wordlessly Obsidian leads the way up the familiar twisting path to the High Energy Lab. Luckily the sand is still lowering and their path is not blocked by cactuses yet. Though there are a few places they have to be careful of needles appearing below their feet.

They pass by the lake bed caves they are supposed to explore. Moving a few quantum cacti until their path forward is cleared. Soon enough the gravity elevator is lifting them up and into the natural bridge leading across the sand canyon.

Obsidian pauses here taking a moment to watch as the sand pillar passes through. Gabbro watches with them. It’s an intriguing sight when the pillar isn’t trying to smash you against one of the twins' surfaces.

“Do you think we’ll find anything different?” Obsidian asks curiously.

“I don’t know.” Gabbro replies honestly. “Nothing has really changed so far.”

“There were a few more cacti.” Obsidian points out making Gabbro laugh.

“Yes, Time Buddy, there were a few more cacti, but I haven’t seen anything substantial.”

Obsidian grins and Gabbro feels like maybe they’ve done something right, at least this trip out. Obsidian was less lost in their own head out here with Gabbro. It wasn’t sustainable now that there was a village to integrate with again, but it was good to see Obsidian smiling and joking either way.

Once the sands have passed over they continue on their way to the old broken tower that once held the gravity elevator that led to the lab. The elevator is still there of course, shining down among the ruins of the tower.

Gabbro hops up onto the side of the building and nearly tumbles off as some of the cracked ancient stone gives way beneath their feet. Of course, Obsidian is there to catch them.

“Careful.” Obsidian warns as they set Gabbro back on their feet on a firmer part of the structure. “It seems we finally found something different.”

Obsidian is right of course. The structure is far more deteriorated than it had been in their universe. Time, for some unfathomable reason having taken its toll here in a way it simply hadn’t in their home universe.

“We’ll have to step carefully to reach the elevator.” Gabbro observes breathing a shaky breath. They hadn’t fallen and they were aware it was a risk now. It was okay.

Obsidian nods. “Do you want me to take the lead?”

“Please.” Gabbro says. In new terrain Obsidian was more sure footed than Gabbro was. Probably because Gabbro had often let them take the lead, meaning they got the brunt of the solar system's nasty little surprises.

Of course, Gabbro’s Time Buddy navigates the collapsed building with ease. Expertly getting them up to the gravity elevator without hardly any time lost.

As the beam of purple light pulls Gabbro into the High Energy Lab the reason for the structure beneath’s more extreme collapse becomes immediately apparent.

“Wow.” Gabbro says turning to Obsidian to see what their take on the situation is.

It appeared that the structure had collapsed because something had gone terribly wrong in the lab above.

“That’s one way to put it.” Obsidian says thought fully. “I wonder what could have caused this crack?”

Calling the giant fissure seemingly splitting the entire lab in half a crack seemed like an understatement to Gabbro. It started from the ceiling and ran all the way down and across the floor. Splitting the stairs leading up to the black hole experimentation platform down to the tower below.

Gabbro shrugs. “I mean, it could be anything. Experiment gone wrong, or just a bad foundation.”

“They’d probably have written about an experiment going wrong.” Obsidian points out.

“You’re the one with the translator.” Gabbro says, gesturing for Obsidian to lead the way up the stairs and towards the text wall on the next floor. There was no reason to pause at the place where the Nomai had conducted their black hole experiments. The crack passed right through the ports for the two halves of the warp crystals, there was no doubt in Gabbro’s mind that the equipment which created the black holes was broken.

Gabbro hangs back as Obsidian approaches the text wall with the same near reverence they have always shown the Nomai writings they found throughout their journeys. They raise their Translator and set it to read the familiar swirling script on the wall before them. Gabbro listens patiently as Obsidian reads the familiar words aloud

“PYE: Records show Nomai arriving at the warp receiver on Brittle Hollow very slightly before departing from the White Hole Station. Ramie and I are devising an experiment to test if this is a real phenomenon or simple machine error.”

The story is as familiar as any of the other similarities to their old universe. Even though the question is as good as answered they take the time to read through and document each scroll for Hornfels. Gabbro waits to speak until Obsidian is done.

While Obsidian works Gabbro makes sure to take some photos of the area using their little scout. Hornfels will appreciate the extra data. Always preferring visual evidence to accompany traveler reports of Nomai ruins.

“So, it looks like the crack is just a foundation problem.” Gabbro observes once Obsidian finishes.

Obsidian nods leading the way to the exit. “Seems like.”

“It’s weird. Seems like everything the Nomai made was unbreakable, but this place is broken.” Gabbro points out.

Obsidian shrugs. “Nothing lasts forever. Come on Gabs, we both know that.”

Before Gabbro can ask Obsidian to slow down and unpack what they mean by that Obsidian is leading the way out of the lab and back towards their ship. The sand column has stopped and they should be able to safely explore The Lakebed Cave. Perhaps even perform a few experiments of their own. First they will need to grab a few supplies.

Gabbro wonders what supplies they will need to get Obsidian to actually talk about what they’re thinking. So far they haven’t been able to find it. They had a suspicion the proper answers wouldn’t reside in the Lake Bed Caves either, even with the endless possibilities the caves represent.

Chapter Text

Obsidian

Quantum Testing

Obsidian hands Gabbro the potted plant they’d gotten from Hal before leaving Timber Hearth and grabs the root kill Porphy had given them as they left to launch.

“I hope this works.” Obsidian says to Gabbro trying not to sound as worried as they feel about it. They were trying so hard to not bother Gabbro with how difficult things still were for them. They worried constantly that one wrong move would have them grounded, distrusted, and abandoned like in the loops.

Gabbro was finding their place in this new village and Obsidian didn't want to jeopardize that. The trouble was Gabbro was starting to notice that something was up. That was a problem because if Gabbro knew they'd worry and all Obsidian wanted was for Gabbro to be happy.

The leaves of the plant in Gabbro's arms jostle when Gabbro shrugs. “If it doesn't we'll at least have learned more about quantum entanglement.”

Obsidian nods in agreement and makes their way down the staircase leading to the bottom of the Lake Bed Cave. They pass through the tunnels until they reach what had always been a massive sand river during the loops. Now the riverbed was empty.

“This would've been easier.” Gabbro murmurs as they hop from stone to stone.

“We could come back later when the sand’s rising for old times sake.” Obsidian suggests wryly, “But I think Gossan might consider that an unnecessary risk.”

“I think I might consider that an unnecessary risk, Time Pal.” Obsidian would worry that they'd said the wrong thing if not for the teasing smile in Gabbro's tone.

It probably is an unnecessary risk. “Then we'll have to skip it. I'm saving all my unnecessary risk goodwill for The Sun Station.”

Gabbro chuckles. “Maybe we'll tackle that one once we've saved Pye. I'm sure she would love to see some good old fashioned Hearthian piloting.”

Obsidian enjoys the rising excitement the possibility of tackling The Sun Station again brings them. They let that feeling carry them to the quantum shard residing in the cave.

The lights are on when they walk into the cave where Coleus had been lost. Obsidian walks to the switch while Gabbro goes to walk around the shard.

“Got your flashlight on?” Obsidian calls to their friend.

Gabbro shines said light at Obsidian playfully, momentarily blinding them.

“Thanks Gabs.” Obsidian groans blinking until their vision returns, then plunging the room into darkness. They jump down to join Gabbro by the shard while Gabbro lets their eyes adjust.

Gabbro sets the plant on top of the quantum shard decisively and climbs up after it.

“You coming?” They ask, holding out a hand to Obsidian.

What can Obsidian do but take it? Gabbro pulls Obsidian on top of the shard before letting go to flick off their flashlight and better secure the plant. Obsidian takes the moment to check they still have the herbicide before reaching out for Gabbro's hand and flicking off their own light.

They don't have to hold hands to remain entangled with each other and the shard, but it has always seemed like one of Gossan's best practices to do so.

Before moving onto the next step of the experiment they check that the plant is properly entangled with the shard. Once it has appeared in each possible location Obsidian mixes the vial of herbicide with a bottle of water per Hal's very specific instructions.

They're in the closed off secret cave that Coleus had been brought to when he disappeared.

“So, we just spray it lightly on the versions we want to kill?” Obsidian asks Gabbro one more time before they do something that means they have to start again before they've even begun.

“Yes.” Gabbro agrees. “Then Hal said it will take about an hour to work. I think we'll need to observe the plant while it's working. I suggest we leave the one in the lowest cave alive as it has the best light source.”

“Okay.” Obsidian says before spraying down the leaves of the plant. They spend the hour documenting the cave for Hornfels while Gabbro observes the plant and Quantum Shard. It's all the same as it ever was but they dutifully note everything anyway.

Soon enough the hour has passed and the plant is no longer living.

“Poor thing.” Gabbro tells the wilted lifeless plant sympathetically. "We'll do our best to revive you.”

“Is it time?” Obsidian asks, looking up from some notes they were taking on rock formations in the cave. The notes would go to Hornfels but Obsidian expects they would quickly be sent on to Tuff.

“Yeah time to see if it died in the other locations as well.” Gabbro murmurs.

Obsidian tucks away their things and watches as Gabbro does the same. “You took notes on the plant dying?”

“Hal said it was a fairly new formula the Tree Keepers were using on vines trying to grow into the building tree groves.” Gabbro says helping pull Obsidian on top of the rock. “Figured they'd like a spare set of observations on how it worked. I'd have spent the time staring at the thing either way.”

Obsidian nods and readies their flashlight. “Ready to see if it worked.”

Gabbro nods, patting the dead plants wilted brown leaves like they were encouraging an unsure hatchling. “Do your thing, Time Pal.”

The light flickers on and off and they are in another cave. Obsidian glances at the plant still sitting innocently by Gabbro's feet. Its waxy green leaves shine nicely in the light Obsidian is pointing towards it.

“Nice. It worked.” Gabbro says happily bending down to touch the plant. “I bet you're feeling a lot better in this cave huh?”

Obsidian smiles watching Gabbro talk to the plant like it might reply is as endearing as always. It makes Obsidian wish they could just exist in this moment forever, but they know that’s not possible. They need to figure out how to bring the plant back now so that they can go save Pye later.

“So, how do you think this is going to work?” Obsidian asks curiously, kneeling down to check the plant over themselves. “Do you think we need to kill it at each location but the one?”

Gabbro tilts their head thoughtfully, staring at the little plant by Obsidian’s knee like it might speak up with its own input on the experiment. It would be more accurate to kill the plant in all but one location. Doing so also meat at least two more hours of work.

“We’ve got enough time to take a break.” Obsidian says, seeing what Gabbro wasn’t saying. “A little time mostly quantum dead won’t do the plant any more harm than it’s done Pye or Solanum.”

“We don’t know if there’s been any harm or not.” Gabbro points out astutely.

“Then a bit of time between dying and any rescue attempts is probably a good idea.” Obsidian replies.

Gabbro nods. “Okay then let’s keep going.”

Obsidian does the work with spraying down the plant and herbicide before handing Gabbro the translator. “Go make notes for Hornfels, I’ll take this shift.”

Staring at a plant unblinkingly for an hour had to have gotten boring for Gabbro. Even if they had been taking notes. It made sense to switch up tasks that way neither of them got bored.

“You know Hornfels is just going to send any observations we make to Riebeck and Tuff respectively.” Gabbro points out as they work.

“Yeah, but it’s still Hornfels doing the asking.” Obsidian says. Gabbro chuckles and gets back to work. They’re both silent while they sit and take their respective notes on the cave. Eventually, Gabbro finishes their notes and joins Obsidian by the plant.

The silence stretches long and thin before Gabbro shatters it with the very request Obsidian had been avoiding all day. “Talk to me, Time Pal.”

They try to willfully misinterpret what Gabbro means, even knowing doing so will fail. Now that Gabbro's decided to ask they won't leave it alone until they get answers. “Well, it's interesting how the leaves begin to wilt from the edges, I suppose that is the most delicate-”

“Obsidian, please.” Gabbro says, tone pleading.

They can't take their eyes off the plant before them, but they don't need to see Gabbro's expression to know how they are looking at Obsidian. Mouth turned down in dissatisfied pout, eyes frantically searching Obsidian's expression through their visor for tells they don't even realize they are giving. It hurts not knowing where to begin in giving Gabbro what they want.

Obsidian sighs and reaches up to scrub at their eyes forgetting there would be a helmet in their way. The lack of access to their own tired eyes makes them groan in frustration.

Gabbro shifts towards Obsidian and Obsidian jerks away before they can even think to avoid Gabbro's touch. They still don't look away from the plant, if they let their eyes wander to Gabbro they might break.

“‘Sidian.” Gabbro says softly once more. “Please. Let me in?”

“We were having fun, weren't we?” Obsidian asks dully.

Gabbro tilts their head consideringly. “Doing research?”

Obsidian nods, unable to expand on the thought. They feel like they’re on the edge of something terrible and they don't know what they will do if Gabbro pushes them further.

“Yeah, Buddy. We were.” Gabbro agrees, “I can have fun and worry about you at the same time. I'd even say I've gotten good at it. Now tell me what's going on, please.”

It's the second time Gabbro's asked and Obsidian still doesn't know what to say. How to verbalize the looming darkness that has settled deep into their bones. How do they explain how they miss home acutely and can't truly find their place in this nearly identical world? How can they say that they can't trust these new Hearthians to not reject them if they ever learn the truth. It had been such a close call with the other Travelers. They felt like they were still trying to make up for it. It felt like they never would.

It makes them wonder if they'd been able to re-find their place at home, had they managed to escape the loop. The thought that they might still feel as they do now had they been able to save everyone hurts more than they can bear.

“I don't know who I am anymore, Gabbro.” Obsidian says eventually. “I don't know how to begin to figure it out.”

It's not all of what's wrong, not by a long shot, but it is the gist of the problem. The shape of something that there are no words to describe, like calling a quantum shard an optical illusion. Wrong but not unreasonable.

Tears threaten to spill from Obsidian eyes like a dam burst. They try steadying their breath but it only leaves them feeling like they're choking.

“‘Sidian.” Gabbro says reaching for them.

Obsidian doesn't have the strength to flinch away. The plant in front of them is more wilted than it was when the conversation began. It's like it's choking too.

“I feel so lost.” Obsidian whispers. “I'm so tired of being lost.”

The tears start falling, blurring the dying plant Obsidian had promised to observe. They gasp trying desperately to keep the now quantum object from disappearing entirely.

Gabbro's hand closes around Obsidian's arm and pulls Obsidian to them. Obsidian suddenly finds their helmeted forehead uncomfortably resting on Gabbro's shoulder. The plant is now long gone as Obsidian loses their fight to hold back heartbroken sobs in Gabbro's embrace.

“That's it.” Gabbro murmurs gently rubbing small soothing circles on Obsidian's back. “Let it go Pal, I'm here.”

“The plant-” Obsidian gasps through another heaving sob, trying to explain that on top of everything else they've ruined the experiment.

“Shh. Forget the plant.” Gabbro says. “We're helping you right now. We'll reassess the experiment when you're feeling better.”

Obsidian accepts Gabbro’s reassurance and lets themselves break down fully. Gabbro is there to catch them after all. Obsidian isn’t sure how much time passes as they cry themselves out in Gabbro’s arms, but they do feel marginally better once it’s over.

They pull away feeling a little better and a lot wrung out. They look down and realized they’d wrinkled Gabbro’s suit as they clung to it. “Uh, sorry.”

“No need to be sorry, Time Pal.” Gabbro says calmly. Leaning back and letting Obsidian pull away now that the tears have stopped. “Seems like you needed it.”

Obsidian nods wishing they could wipe at their face. There are tears on their visor that they can’t do anything about. They sigh, “I guess we should try to get the shard back and see-”

“Buddy, we don’t have to do anything.” Gabbro says firmly. “Definitely not after that. Come on, sit with me for a minute and we’ll talk a little longer.”

Obsidian stiffens. They don’t really want to talk about it anymore. Talking won’t help anything.

“I don’t know that I have anything else to say.” Obsidian murmurs, though they sit next to Gabbro anyways. Right now they couldn’t deny Gabbro anything.

Gabbro lets the silence stretch for a few moments. Giving Obsidian a few moments to think on it.

“It's just difficult and I don't know how to make it not be difficult.” Obsidian admits. “I'm trying. I just don't know where to start.”

“What's difficult, Buddy?” Gabbro asks patiently.

“Everything!” Obsidian gasps. “Literally everything. I feel like everything is so much bigger than me and I can't even begin to explain.”

Obsidian bites their lip trying to keep from shedding more tears. They don't think they have anymore tears to cry, but it feels like they might anyway.

“At least promise you will let me know when you need this again?” Gabbro asks. “While you’re figuring it out? Okay?”

Obsidian nods and finds themselves pulled to Gabbro again. This time leaning against their side like two posts holding each other up.

“Thanks for talking to me Buddy.” Gabbro says softly as they lean against each other. “I was worried.”

“It’s okay.” Obsidian says nonsensically. It isn’t really, Obsidian still doesn’t really want to talk about it, but having Gabbro here and listening helps. “You can talk to me too, you know.”

Gabbro knocks their helmets together gently. “I don’t have much going besides the night terrors. Well, and apparently my normal coping mechanisms work about as well for me now as waking up under Giant’s Deep works for you.”

Obsidian is startled by their own chuckle. “Horribly, then. Though, I mean that kinda makes sense.”

“How so?” Gabbro asks.

“You die horribly, wake up high with no lead up? Sometimes die horribly quickly after if the cyclones were on a bad route? I'm no expert but that sounds traumatic to me.” Obsidian says.

Gabbro laughs, because of course they think Obsidian’s rather blunt observation is hilarious.

“Maybe. Probably.” Gabbro agrees with a shrug. “I got Slate to give me tea for my trouble, so that was nice.”

Obsidian smiles, happy that Gabbro is happy.

“Hey, it looks like the herbicide kept working without us!” Gabbro declares suddenly.

Obsidian looks towards the spot the Quantum Shard tends to rest at in this cave to find that the plant is much more wilted and yellow than it had been when the conversation began.

“Oh, but I don’t have observations for Hal.” They worry.

“Just make a new timestamp and we’ll observe starting now. You can make notes on the last location too if you really want to.”

Obsidian agrees and picks up their notes to do just that. They happen to catch their oxygen meter out of the corner of their eye. Their tank is at about half now.

“After that I am going to need to get some air.” Obsidian informs Gabbro.

“After that, I am going to need a break.” Gabbro replies.

“Chert?” Obsidian asks, knowing Gabbro will confirm if that is where they are going next.

“Would be offended if we didn't visit.” Gabbro says “Though I do want to stop by the ship before we head that way.”

Obsidian makes an inquiring noise busy writing down how the plant has changed in the past several minutes.

“Your helmet's visor is all splotchy, could probably use a wipe down and direct solar radiation is bad for the scales.” Gabbro points out casually.

Obsidian had forgotten that. Not that there were dried tears on their helmet. The spottily blurred vision was annoying to say the least, but that Ember Twin's surface was not hospitable, even near trees.

They used to lose their helmets at Chert's camp often during the loops. Gabbro would want to bounce an idea off the other astronaut but it was hard to get Chert to do anything but understandably lament their impending doom.

They'd found they could sometimes shock Chert out of the downward spiral by removing their helmets. The surprise warring with familiar real faces seemed to help. It's not like the exposure had mattered then.

“If you say so.” Obsidian shrugs. They know Gabbro's right, they just don't think it'd matter for the two minutes it would take to clean their visor. Gabbro probably felt it was better not to risk it. They were probably right.

“Okay, well, I think this plant is dead. So, on to the next location?” Gabbro asks.

Obsidian lets Gabbro lead the way. They don't really feel up to leading after their talk. Luckily Gabbro seems to get that.

The plant of course is alive and healthy in the third and final cave they would be killing it in. Though Gabbro had said Obsidian could grab the observations for Hal they make themselves comfortable on the Quantum Shard and reach out for the herbicide expectantly.

“I-” Obsidian starts to argue but is too tired to continue. So they hand over the herbicide and move to jump off the shard. There's data in here they can gather for Hornfels.

“Where are you going?” Gabbro asks as they carefully spray down the plant.

Obsidian sighs, the exhaustion from their prior tears grows heavier. “If you're doing that, I should-”

“Come over here and help me.” Gabbro says gesturing to the space beside them.

“But-” Obsidian tries to argue.

“We can stop by and do observations for Hornfels after we visit Chert.” Gabbro replies before Obsidian has even made their argument. “Please rest?”

It sounds so nice and Obsidian does need the moment. So they go sit by their Time Pal to rest. It's almost like the times they'd sit and watch the sky dim, sitting together in silence watching a plant die. There's a certain morbid restfulness to it that Obsidian takes comfort in.

When it's time to go back to the ship and find Chert, Obsidian feels a bit better. If they can keep small moments like this Obsidian thinks they might find their place in the Outer Wilds after all. They just have to keep going forward.

Chapter Text

Gabbro

Waiting

Gabbro leans against the ship wall and watches as Obsidian carefully cleans the inside of their helmet. The odd hunch in Obsidian’s shoulders tells Gabbro that they are feeling watched and it is making them uncomfortable.

Obsidian had moved the ship closer to Chert’s camp, landing beside the other Traveler’s ship.

“How are you feeling Time Pal?” Gabbro asks to try to break the tension.

“I-” Obsidian pauses to actually think about what they're saying, taking one last wipe at their visor before going to put the cleaning cloth away. “I think I feel a little better.”

“Good.” Gabbro says meaning it. They want Obsidian happy, and will do anything they can to help them get there. “Do you think you feel up to visiting Chert?”

“Yeah.” Obsidian says. “Yeah, I think I can manage that.”

Gabbro smiles. “Awesome, then let’s go do that. Do you think we should bring them an extra tin of Marshmallows?”

“We never did before.” Obsidian says looking a bit confused.

“Seemed like a silly social nicety to enforce.” Gabbro shrugs. “Hey everything is dying but we brought Marshmallows so we don’t run you out!”

Obsidian grins. “It might have made Chert laugh.”

Gabbro shakes their head. “Or cry.”

“There is that.” Obsidian agrees, grabbing a tin of marshmallows and gesturing for Gabbro to exit first.

“Helmet first, Time Pal.” Gasbro reminds them, watching as Obsidian laches on the helmet. Gabbro only opens the hatch once it is secure and jumps out of the ship.

Obsidian follows quickly, closing the hatch. Together they make their way to Chert’s camp. They can feel the heat of the sun even through the fabric of their suit. Gabbro can’t believe they used to take their helmets off out here. Though seeing real Hearthian faces had brought their Chert some comfort. There was no denying that.

Chert greets them cheerfully when they walk into the camp. There are no warnings of sand this time around or look of panic behind Chert’s golden visor. Just a hearty hello for fellow travelers.

“Hey Chert.” Gabbro says easily. “Hope you don't mind if we take advantage of your air supply while we wait on an experiment to finish down in the caves.”

“Sure,” Chert agrees, hands still steady on their drum. “but only if you play with me for a while.”

“I did bring my flute.” Gabbro agrees, waving the instrument in their hand just in case Chert needs the proof.

It occurs to Gabbro that Gneiss never had remade the mandolin they’d made for Obsidian in this universe. They would have to ask Obsidian about it. They couldn't say for sure that was even the instrument Obsidian wanted. Though they can't think of anything else. Their Gneiss had been waiting to hear how Obsidian’s launch day went before making any decisions. Seeing as Obsidian's launch day ended up being the last day ever, the decision had never been made.

For now Gabbro sits with Chert and plays watching as their Time Buddy methodically roasts marshmallows. The Travelers song doesn't seem to shake Obsidian like it had in the early days of being here. It's a small improvement, but it means the world to Gabbro.

Chert coaxes Obsidian into a conversation about what they had found in the caves on Ember Twin. Obsidian wisely leaves out their little helmetless break by the trees in the city. Not because they'd been in danger, but because less experienced astronauts might not see it that way.

Chert takes great interest in the experiments that had been done in the High Energy lab asking Obsidian increasingly perplexed questions about what they had observed that was different.

“You have to wonder what causes that.” Chert murmurs almost to themselves. The shortwave radio picks it up anyway.

“We think it must have been time. A structural flaw that got worse.” Gabbro says thoughtfully.

“Yes, but you said there wasn't a crack at all in your universe. You have to wonder why.” Chert replies.

“I mean, it's honestly more of a wonder that things are so similar.” Gabbro says thoughtfully, taking the moment from their flute.

“What do you mean?” Obsidian asks.

“Statistically, it's impossible that both universes have the same solar system, much less the same people from the moment the big bang occurred.” Gabbro says pointing their flute knowingly at their Time Pal. “Don't say it.”

“I didn't say a thing.” Obsidian says innocently holding their hands up. “Especially not about The Eye just seeing double when-”

“That seems true.” Chert cuts in more interested in the actual discussion than the oncoming banter. “It isn't, though. Any theories on why?”

Gabbro shrugs, allowing the opportunity to be teased mercilessly by Obsidian to pass. “Not really. Not yet, it's just an interesting thought right now.”

Chert nods thoughtfully then turns to Obsidian. “What about you Obsidian, any insights?”

“Oh no.” Obsidian says the slight smile playing at their mouth gives Gabbro hope that things might eventually be okay. “That's Gabbro's job, I'm just a pilot.”

Gabbro laughs so hard they snort. “That is categorically a lie. You are a pilot first, but you're also a very good archeologist, and a decent mechanic.” That gives Gabbro pause, “Hey why weren’t you apprenticed to Slate?”

Obsidian shrugs and glances at Chert. “Well, we didn’t do that at home and I’m guessing I wasn’t here because you were?”

Chert snorts. “Putting Ro and Obbie together in any situation was like mixing oil and water. No way the founders would have taken a risk like that. It was bad enough that they had to do the training we all had together.”

Gabbro finds themselves shaking their head in wonder. “I still don’t get that.”

Chert chuckles, “Well, it’s a mystery to us too. It’s still weird to see you traveling around together like that’s normal.”

A short silence follows the comment before Chert changes the topic. They chat about the village for a while, just comparing notes on the two villages. Gabbro finds that they genuinely like this Chert.

It makes them a little sad. If they had been able to let go of their competition with the Chert from their home universe would it have been the same? It's not like they would ever know. All they could do was enjoy the camaraderie this Chert offers.

“We should probably check the plant.” Obsidian says after a while.

Gabbro doesn't really want to go, but they also know they should. It was far past time to get Pye off the Quantum Moon and this was the first step in learning if it was even possible.

“Well, thanks for having us Chert but we shouldn't keep you any longer.” Gabbro says with a smile.

“My fire is available any time.” Chert assures them both.

Then it's another trip back into the caves and back to work. They check each iteration of the plant, now dead in every cave but the one Coleus had been lost in. They return to the final cave once they verify that they have successfully set up a situation in the caves similar to what Pye was experiencing.

The final part of the experiment should not be too difficult to execute. In theory, they simply must observe the object they wish to disentangle. More importantly they should be able to get away with observing only a portion of the object.

“I hope we don't end up with, I don't know, just a leaf or something traveling with us.” Obsidian sighs.

Gabbro only nods in agreement. The imagery of what consequence such a thing might mean for Pye being much more horrific than the quantumly plucked leaf itself.

“That’s why we’re testing it ‘Sidian.” Gabbro reminds them.

They don’t have to see their Time Buddies face to know that Obsidian is rolling their eyes at them. All four eyes looking to the invisible stars as if they might be able to help them. The effect is a lot less dramatic when there are still stars to look to, even if they can’t see them deep in the Lakebed Cave.

“Then we should get to it.” Obsidian says knowingly. They take out their scout launcher and spend a little time focusing the image the way they want it. A moment later there’s the tell tale click to let Gabbro know that Obsidian has taken a picture.

“Think this will do?” Obsidian asks, waving Gabbro over to take a look at their work.

Gabbro glances at the screen. Obsidian has taken a shot of the dense part of the foliage, there is nothing in the photo but the leaves. “Yeah, that does look like what we're going for.”

Obsidian nods and reaches up to toggle the switch that Slate had installed at their request.

For general exploration it was a useless upgrade. No Traveler wants to suddenly be unable to look through their visor to see the world around them excluding what little information may be seen through the scouts display on their HUD.

For keeping a quantum object, and only that quantum object, in view it worked perfectly.

“Alright, I'm set.” Obsidian says just a shade too lightly. “Don't let me walk off the edge of the shard okay?”

Gabbro steps away from the plant and reaches to hold their buddy's hand. Obsidian squeezes back as if to calm their nerves.

“Alright, here goes test one.” Gabbro says, with this free hand they click their flashlight.

The room is engulfed in darkness before they switch the flashlight back on. The results of the test are of course immediate. Gabbro looks down to see a vibrantly green little plant, where a dead one had been before.

“Well, that was easy.” Gabbro says happily picking up the no longer dead plant. “Glad to see you're feeling better, little one.”

Obsidian reaches up to toggle their helmet out of dark mode.

“That's a relief.” They say once they've seen the plant for themselves. There's a flatness in Obsidian's tone to indicate that it's not actually all that much of a relief, but Gabbro knows they've pushed all they can today.

“Yep, they're good as new!” Gabbro says cheerfully. “It looks like we will be able to get Pye off the Quantum Moon.”

“We should watch the plant for a while, just to make sure.” Obsidian points out taking the plant from Gabbro to carefully turn it over themselves.

“Can't we take the plant home for proper supervision?” Gabbro asks. They already know that it will work perfectly of course. That's not really the question. The question is if Obsidian is ready to head back yet.

“I mean, yeah?” Obsidian replies with a shrug. “I don't see why not.”

“Great! We can check in with Hornfels and Rutile too. Let them both know we're ready to get Pye.” Gabbro says, jumping down to exit the cave. They pause for a second waiting for Obsidian to join them.

They walk out of the cave together. Gabbro watches Obsidian carefully as they walk. Their Time Buddy seems tense and on edge. They really shouldn’t be flying like that, especially now that there wasn’t a time limit.

“Mind if I fly?” Gabbro asks, trying to keep their tone easy and not show the worry they are feeling for their time pal.

“I can do it.” Obsidian says, tone stern like it always was when they were taking the hardest parts of exploration upon themselves.

“Yeah, so can I.” Gabbro counters, “And if you let me fly back Gossan might not yell at me for letting myself get rusty at the controls.”

The tension doesn’t leave Obsidian’s shoulders but Gabbro is going to take their huffed laugh as a step in the right direction anyways.

“Fine, just don’t crash my ship.” Obsidian finally relents.

Gabbro smiles. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Time Buddy.” And they wouldn’t. Doing so would make Obsidian sad, which is the last thing Gabbro wants.

Chapter Text

Obsidian

A Sleepless Night

Hornfels and Gossan insist that they spend a day on Timber Hearth before going to get Pye. They agree that their experiment was a success and are willing to let Gabbro and Obsidian handle the rescue on their own. They just want the astronauts well rested before they go on what may prove to be a difficult mission.

Gabbro reassures them that Ground Control’s concerns are just a precaution. It’s hard to feel like that’s true though. No one would listen when Obsidian said they could do this stuff. They'd dealt with so much worse.

They’re in their campsite between the Observatory and the Launch pad. Gabbro is lying in their hammock and Obsidian is lying in their sleeping bag trying to not let the fact that Giant’s Deep is overhead increase their heart rate.

“I’m just saying we’ve done more under exponentially worse conditions.” Obsidian argues while Gabbro plays their flute.

“Yeah, but we don’t have to do that, now.” Gabbro says calmly before dragging another soothing note from their instrument. Obsidian doesn’t want to be soothed right now. They want to be tense. They want to go. They want to save Pye and double check their discoveries and-.

“But we have all the things we need to do it now.” Obsidian argues desperately.

Gabbro takes a long slow breath and lowers their flute. They turn on their side so that they can look at Obsidian across the fire. Some small part of Obsidian wants to hide from their gaze. It feels like Gabbro can see right through them.

“By our Time Loop standards, you’re absolutely right.” Gabbro says calmly. “But we’re not in a Time Loop anymore, so we can function under better conditions.”

Obsidian glares at their Time Pal, huffing in frustration. They can’t believe Gabbro is taking Hornfels side on this.

“You went to the Quantum Moon early with me before.” Obsidian objects obstinately.

“Yeah and realized that just because we can do something doesn’t necessarily mean that we should.” Gabbro replies just as stubbornly.

Obsidian wants to storm off in a fit of frustration. Even Gabbro isn’t getting it. Obsidian has to keep moving, they can’t even really explain why. Being still feels a bit like dying. Inactivity is like being trapped by the sands of Ember Twin. The longer there is nothing to do the more likely they are to get crushed.

“Buddy, just take a day and relax.” Gabbro says gently. “Maybe take some time tomorrow to play with the Hatchlings or help Gossan in Zero G cave.”

There’s nothing wrong with Gabbro’s perfectly reasonable suggestions of course. Before the loops Obsidian would have done those things without requiring any prompting at all. They would have looked forward to the day relaxing with people they cared about. It didn’t seem to work that way anymore.

They don’t know how to explain that to Gabbro. Their friend has been pushing more and more for them to just behave normally. Obsidian dearly hopes it’s that easy for Gabbro, they do.

“I’m going for a walk.” Obsidian says forcing their way out of their sleeping back and climbing tiredly to their feet.

“Buddy.” Gabbro says in alarm. Their hammock swings with the momentum of them scrambling to get up too.

“I’m not leaving Timber Hearth without you.” Obsidian says stiffly. “I just need to clear my head. I'll be back in a little while.”

“I can come-” Gabbro says getting the rest of the way up.

“I kinda just need to be on my own for a bit, Gabs.” Obsidian says a little too harshly. They look away from their Time Pal as they speak. Unable to see the way they know their words will hurt Gabbro. They walk away, back into the main part of the village.

Obsidian doesn’t really know where they’re going. As far away as they can get without going so far they’ll miss launching. They’re passing through The Village when they’re called out of their spiraling thoughts.

“Obbie? Is that you hatchling?” Gneiss calls from their rocker by their porch.

The nickname that is not theirs grates against Obsidian's ears like finger nails against a sheet of slate. Still it would be horrifically rude to ignore the elderly caretaker.

“Yeah, it’s me.” Obsidian replies. The lie feeling ashen in their mouth. It wasn’t Obbie, they weren’t Obbie at all. Couldn’t Geniess see that.

“You’ve been up for a while, Hatchling.” Gneiss says worriedly. “Sleep being evasive?”

Obsidian rolls their eyes. “You could say that.”

“Well, maybe a distraction will help.” Gneiss says gently. “It always did when you were small. Here, come inside, I have a surprise for you.”

There’s not really much Obsidian can do but follow the elder into their cabin. Gneiss encourages Obsidian to make themselves comfortable in one of the chairs and goes digging in their workshop. Obsidian feels their stomach sink. They’d been avoiding this so well.

“Ah, here you are Hatchling.” Gneiss says excitedly from the other room. They hurry back into the common area Obsidian was left in bearing a gleaming new mandolin. “It’s a little late but it’s yours!”

Obsidian stares at the mandolin like it might bite them.

“I-” They’re at a complete loss for words. They don’t want to do this, not when they’re supposed to be resting.

“I know your last instrument was smashed in the crash” Gneiss says proudly. “Of course it isn’t exactly the same since no two instruments are exactly alike, but it’s still the same idea as far as playing goes.”

Obsidian takes the instrument carefully. Fighting back the blur to their vision as tears flood their eyes. It’s a beautiful instrument of course, but it's meant for someone else. Obsidian will never know what they’re instrument was going to be.

They gasp around a sob and bite their lip hard enough to bleed, just to keep the tears from flowing.

“Obsidian!” Gneiss cries out in surprise at their sudden show of emotion.

The instrument is lifted from their hands and they find themselves pulled into Gneiss’s embrace. They rub between Obsidian’s shoulders just like the original Gneiss would do when Obsidian was small and sad.

“What’s wrong, Hatchling?” Gneiss asks gently. “If the instrument isn’t to your liking, we can always try something else.”

Obsidian feels even worse now. They don’t want the mandolin, but there’s no way to reject it that Gneiss will understand.

“I- I have to go.” Obsidian chokes. “I’m sorry.”

They pull out of Gneiss’s embrace and run down to the launch pad. The launch codes from yesterday probably still work, and if they don't Obsidian knows how to activate the elevator manually, with minimal damage to the hardware.

They don't know where they're going, they just know they can't stand to be here a second longer-

“Woah! Where are you headed in such a rush, Hatchling?” Feldspar says suddenly as Obsidian sprints past the campfire.

They are so distracted by the pilot's voice that they don’t realize they’re about to run into one of the posts to the elevator until it happens. Obsidian doesn’t have time to feel their momentum be stopped by solid wood before they are lying on the ground staring up dazedly at the stars.

Feldspars concerned face drifts into view like the attlerock, just before the sun rose, during loops it took them a while to leave their sleeping bag. “You alright Hatchling? That did not look like an easy fall.”

Obsidian groans and pulls themself into a sitting position. Their chest and back both feel a bit bruised, but really it's not much in the grand scheme of things. As they often remind themselves, they’ve dealt with so much worse than this.

“I’m fine.” Obsidian grumbles with embarrassment. Feldspar reaches out to help them up and Obsidian bats them away. “Really. I got this.”

“Okay.” Feldspar says in a tone that makes it clear they aren’t buying the act at all, but are currently willing to let Obsidian continue with trying to pull it off.

“Where were you headed anyway?” They ask a little too breezily, like the answer really doesn’t matter. Though it most definitely does.

“Uh.” It’s unfortunate but Obsidian doesn’t have an answer to that question.

“Mhm.” Feldspar says, making their way back to the fire.

Obsidian rubs their toe into dirt awkwardly. How are they going to extract themselves from this situation?

“Well you can sit there and fumble for a believable lie or you can come sit with me and enjoy the fire.” Feldspar says like they don’t actually care which way Obsidian decides to go. “You don’t have to tell me what had you running like there were angler fish after you but you do have to rest a little before your next big launch.”

While Feldspar had technically given them an option it’s not much of one. They can not launch and stand around awkwardly or they can sit by the second to last campfire they ever saw but not have to deal with Slate.

Wordlessly Obsidian goes to sit by the fire. They don’t really know what to say, nor do they feel they have the voice to speak even if they did know. In typical Feldspar style, the other pilot doesn’t push Obsidian to share what’s on their mind.

Obsidian leans against the log facing out towards the clearing. It’s where Slate used to sit, hopefully that will help keep the low lying terror this place causes away. They still probably won’t get any sleep but maybe they won’t get too lost in their own head.

Feldspar watches Obsidian for a moment while Obsidian watches the fire envelope the wood in front of them. Burning wood looks so much nicer than burning bodies feel. That’s probably not something they should say aloud.

Eventually Feldspar seems to accept that Obsidian isn’t going to say anything about what brought them to the campsite under the launch pad. Of course the pilot accepts this in stride like they do with most things and pulls out their harmonica.

The familiar notes of Feldspars part of the Travelers song fills the clearing. Obsidian takes a deep breath in, holding it as long as Feldspars holds their notes and lets it out just as slowly. They do this a few times until despite all the pent up negativity they’ve been holding they begin to relax.

Several ways to explain what happened pass through Obsidian’s mind in the near silence. Admissions that they can’t sleep much and they’d honestly rather fall into the sun that face some of the dreams sleep has to offer. Denials of those very same facts covered by insistences that they’ve always been like this.

They want to tell Feldspar about what happened in the clearing with Gabbro. They’re worried that they may just add another person that sees through their carefully built act like it’s glass. They’re terrified that their concerns might actually be heard. They don’t know which prospect is worse.

So Obsidian remains silent and Feldspar keeps playing. Where Gabbro’s flute hadn’t been able to lull Obsidian into any sense of calm, despite Gabbbro’s best efforts, Feldspar’s harmonica succeeds.

The fire before them is warm and familiar, even if it is as hated as it is loved. The ground isn’t too hard or cold and the log props them up well enough. It’s been so long since Obsidian has purposefully slept in an actual bed, aftermath of crashes notwithstanding, that they don’t know they’d be able to if they tried.

It’s probably not what Feldspar was hoping for, but slowly Obsidian’s mind empties of the usual worries and concerns. The constant terror that the time loop is just around the corner, the knowledge that they wouldn’t know if they were in one. The sense that this place can never be home and that Obsidian will never learn to belong. How can they when they can’t trust that the universe simply won’t rip it all from their hands again in an instant.

All of that just fades away and slowly, Obsidian drifts into a light not quite sleep. It’s not what Gossan and Hornfels were hoping for when they told Obsidian to get some rest. Even though they’re not fully awake they aren’t sleeping deeply either.

Their mind tracks the sound of Feldspar harmonica and misses the low drone of Gabbro’s flute. They don’t really dream, but they do rest. For once able to let all their worries about the next mission and what may come after that rest.

It’s still the best doze they’ve had in a long while.

Chapter Text

Gabbro

Science Compels Us

Even a day later Gabbro still doesn’t understand why Obsidian never returned to their campsite. Mainly because their Time Buddy had said they would. It could be as Obsidian said, that they’d finally succumbed to exhaustion, but nothing as simple as exhaustion had ever stopped them before.

“So, you ready to save a Nomai.” Obsidian asks with a manic gleam in their eye.

Their friends' words break through the downward spiral of thoughts nicely. Regardless of what had kept Obsidian away two sleep cycles ago, they were here now. They were here now and they needed Gabbro to be present as well. Just as they’d said, they were about to rescue Pye.

“Yeah, sure, sounds like fun.” Gabbro says with an uncaring shrug.

They don't mean to be short with Obsidian. They're just cranky because they didn't sleep well the past two sleep cycles. First worrying about if and when Obsidian would return, then worrying about why they hadn't at all.

Obsidian's excited expression falls.

“Are-?” Whatever their Time Buddy wants to ask is cut off before the question ever starts. “Forget it. Do you have everything you need to go?”

“Don’t know what else I’d take besides my suit.” Gabbro replies.

The plan is easy enough. Especially after Hornfels and Gossan had nixed several of the more complicated ideas they’d introduced. Though the safer way certainly had its own complications.

Originally Obsidian wanted to not bother with a ship at all, Pye’s ship would be on the moon after all and Pye should know how to safely pilot it back to Timber Hearth. Their plan had been to Geyser jump to the moon, follow the usual course, and then use the Nomai ship to bring Pye hope.

Gossan and Hornfels had not liked the reliance on should and had insisted that they take a ship up. At least they’d only wanted to add a third astronaut to stay with the ship. Feldspar had insisted they get to go this round, promising to ignore the Quantum Moon until it returned to orbiting Timber Hearth. It was likely the best they were going to get.

They meet Feldspar at the launch pad. The pilot is already space ready and impatiently kicking at the ground.

“I hope you’re as ready as I am to get off this rock.” They say eagerly.

“Yeah.” Gabbro says when it is clear that Obsidian isn’t going to reply. Likely still pouting about the way Gabbro snapped at them earlier. “Thanks for coming with us.”

Obsidian snorts derisively, but of course Feldspar doesn’t let the negativity affect them. “I know you don’t need me, but hopefully having a ship on hand will be helpful.”

Feldspar leads the way into the elevator punching in the launch codes. They look at Obsidian thoughtfully. “Hey you wouldn’t mind if I, uh, took the ship for a spin would you? You know before the boring waiting for you to come back and all?”

Gabbro finds themselves grinning despite their terrible mood. It was such a Feldspar request, in either universe. Perhaps in any universe? Clearly there would never be a time that Feldspar wouldn’t be a pilot.

Obsidian raises an eyebrow and some silent conversation passes between the two. Gabbro wonders when the two became such close friends. It's good, necessary, that Obsidian is making connections outside Gabbro. So why is Gabbro suddenly so jealous about it?

“You better not crash my ship.” Obsidian relents.

Feldspar nods amicably and leads them towards the elevator. “No boring crashes, got it.”

“No crashes, Feldspar.” Obsidian insists. “Boring or otherwise. I like my ship whole, thank you very much.”

Feldspar rolls their eyes and punches in the launch codes. “That's a boring way to fly. I bet all your crashes were boring.”

Despite themselves Gabbro snorts. “Please don't encourage them. I really don't need to hear ‘Hey Gabbro, watch this.’ while we're on the Quantum Moon.”

Feldspar laughs as the elevator brings them to the top. They step out onto the launch pad. “Don't worry so much. I've already had the importance of making a good impression with Pye drilled into by pretty much everyone.”

“Yeah, I can save the stunts for after we save Pye.” Obsidian says brashly.

They let Feldspar take the gravity elevator up into the ship following shortly after. Gabbro is the last to float in. After a silent conversation of their own, Obsidian takes the spare seat. Gabbro is the most used to flying without a seatbelt after all.

Feldspar takes them into space and then stops just outside Timber Hearths Orbit. They don’t refrain from rolling the ship while they search for the Quantum Moon. Obsidian laughs with excitement while Gabbro braces themselves against the pilot seat and closes their eyes. Watching only makes the dizziness worse.

Once the rolling stops, Gabbro opens their eyes to see the Quantum Moon floating serenely before them.

“Well, this is your stop hatchlings.” Feldspar says while they take a precautionary photo of the moon. Even though it shouldn’t be needed, since Feldspar will be observing it until they aren’t needed any more.

“You coming?” Gabbro asks Obsidian as they work to open the hatch. They jump out before Obsidian can even finish unbuckling their seat belt.

Despite the tension between them they hold hands while entering the atmosphere of the Quantum Moon. Gossan doesn’t have any safety rules written down for the Quantum Moon, yet, but for them it might as well be one.

They make their way to the North Pole as far as the moon will let them. They pass the Nomai ship a few times, and a couple of Pye’s corpses. There’s a moment Obsidian thinks they see movement in the distance, but it must be mist playing tricks on them. There is nothing living here except themselves and Pye at the sixth location. Soon, she won’t be here either.

Once they’ve gone as far as they can they step into the Quantum Shrine. Gabbro lets Obsidian handle the flashlight until waves are lapping against Gabbro’s booths. They breathe the smell of salt water and relax. Maybe, soon, they’ll visit their old campsite. They do miss the simplicity of a campout on Giant’s Deep.

Obsidian opens the door and leads the way to the large cyclone at the north pole. It’s a quick walk, but it feels long because of the silence hanging between them. A silence made oppressive by the mist surrounding them. Gabbro doesn’t know how to break it anymore.

They spin together when they reach their destination until Gabbro lays eyes on the Quantum Shrine. Wordlessly they reach out and pull Obsidian into it. It only takes two flashlights clicks to get back to Timber Hearth.

Then it’s an easy exit and two steps to the north pole itself. They do the song and dance one more time and are at the Quantum Moon.

The effect of being near The Eye on Obsidian is obvious of course. Their shoulders go up defensively and their breath gets short. Gabbro may be hurt and confused that Obsidian seems to still be pushing them away, but they can’t let them hurt so obviously like this.

They pull their Time Buddy to them, knocking their helmets together with a familiar thunk and wrap Obsidian in a hug. “Going to need ten steady breaths before we continue, pal.”

Obsidian laughs a little hysterically but does as Gabbro asks, leaning into them heavily as they breathe deeply. Once the requested breaths have been done Gabbro lets Obsidian go with a pat on the shoulder. “Feeling better?”

Their Time Buddy takes one last deep breath and nods. “Yeah I can do this. It’s not like we’re actually there.”

Gabbro decides to hold Obsidian’s hand as they leave the shrine. Obsidian isn’t the only one whose anxiety spikes at the close proximity of The Eye after all. They could honestly use the support too. Obsidian squeezes Gabbro’s hand and at least for this moment they both breathe a bit easier.

Pye is waiting for them where Solanum had always been at the south pole. When she notices them she waves them over, already turning to the wall beside her with a raised staff to inscribe an elegant loop of Nomai text upon it.

Obsidian gamely readies their translator and steps forward to read what Pye has to say. Gabbro takes their normal position behind Obsidian. It’s where they’d always stood when reading ancient words over their friends' shoulders.

‘Greetings Obsidian and Gabbro.’ Pye's writing reads. ‘I am delighted to see you both again. I hope you have arrived with positive news regarding your experiments in the Quantum Caves of Ember Twin.’

Obsidian defers to Gabbro on how best to reply. That is the current state of affairs on most occasions after all. Gabbro gently lifts the translator from Obsidian's hands and types out their reply.

‘We are happy to see you too, Pye.’ They begin politely. ‘And yes, the experiments show it is possible to return a living thing that is both dead and alive to a state of life.’

Pye takes a deep steady breath and replies 'Conclusively?’

‘As conclusively as we could make it, considering the experiment was conducted on a plant using herbicide and not a living being using Ghost Matter.’ Gabbro replies.

They take the time to explain what exactly it is they intend to try, including how Obsidian’s helmet works to keep Pye under observation at all times during their trip. Gabbro will have to lead Obsidian through the Quantum Moon just to be certain. It's fine though, Obsidian has assured them several times over that they trust them to do so.

After a few questions about how they’d drawn the conclusions they did, Pye agrees to try. It’s a massive show of trust to people she doesn’t know anything about. It’s not like she has much choice though. Sadly, Pye can either trust them or stay here. Gabbro takes their responsibility here very seriously.

“Okay, I’m going to take the photo.” Obsidian says once Pye has made her decision.

Gabbro watches as Obsidian takes a few shots. Working to get an image that has as much of Pye as possible without having any of her surroundings in the image as well. Eventually, Obsidian gets a picture they like.

“Okay, I’ve got her.” Obsidian says reaching for Gabbro’s hand. Gabbro reaches back, holding Obsidian firmly. As soon as they make contact Obsidian reaches up to flick the switch that dims their visor.

“Alright, I’m ready.” Obsidian says. “Lead the way Gabs.”

Gabbro nods to Pye who reaches out for Obsidian's hand as well. Their Time Buddy startles at the unexpected contact but relaxes quickly. “Yeah.” They laugh, sounding embarrassed. “I guess it makes sense to try to entangle Pye with us too.”

“The living plant was technically entangled with me when we left the cave.” Gabbro hums thoughtfully. Then shrugs. “Well either way we should see how going works.”

Gabbro pulls Obsidian and by association Pye along towards the Quantum Shrine. They wonder what Pye is feeling at this moment. Is she scared? Excited? Numb with grief to either emotion? Gabbro thinks they’d be all three. Perhaps it’s something else all together for Pye. They won’t know until they’ve gotten to know her.

The three cram into the Quantum shrine. Obsidian getting jostled a little as they all try to fit in the door. Gabbro closes the door and it’s time to prove the theory. Now Gabbro is experiencing a heady rush of excitement and fear.

Once they’re sure that everyone is here, set to be entangled and that Obsidian still has Pye firmly on their screen they take a steadying breath in and click their flashlight off. The following exhalation they turn it back on again. The waves of Giant Deep licking at their boots.

Before they can make themselves look, Pye makes a noise that might be a laugh. Gabbro looks at the Nomai quickly, afraid that something might be wrong. She doesn’t seem to be in any distress though. This is confirmed when she gives Gabbro a thumbs up, just as they'd discussed, indicating they should keep going.

Gabbro clicks their flashlight off and on until the Quantum Moon is reflecting the lush green meadows of Timer Hearth. They’re home. Now they just need to help Pye leave the atmosphere and get to the ship. It feels like it’s been too easy, but maybe they’d just been through enough on the first try for once.

They open the door and pull Obsidian out into the green meadows. The ever present mists keeps this place from being as reassuring and safe as home, but it’s close.

When she steps out of the shrine Pye pauses and stares at the sky above her in what must be appreciative awe. As Gabbro understands it, Pye did not feel all 300,000 years pass and yet it would not have been a short span of time either. She must be overwhelmed.

“Ask her if she’s okay.” Obsidian hisses, tapping the translator with their joined hands. There isn’t anything to write on except the exterior of the shrine. Gabbro hopes Pye can forgive the damage to one of her people's marvels. At the same time they think the Nomai would want to keep this conversation as record of what had happened here.

It is difficult to use the translator tool one handed. Reading had never been an issue, but Gabbro really needs two hands to type. They let go of Obsidian just long enough to check in with Pye.

‘Are you okay?’ Gabbro asks. ‘Sorry putting this here, but there isn’t anywhere else.’

Pye nods and types her response. ‘I appreciate you checking and do not mind the vandalism. In all honesty, I am a little overwhelmed. It’s been far too long since I have seen anything but the quantum stone of The Eye.’

Gabbro nods. ‘That is understandable. Do you need to take a break?’

Pye replies quickly. ‘No, I would rather reorient myself on a planet with an atmosphere if you do not mind.’

Gabbro nods, feeling impressed by the Nomai before him. Pye is tenacious, she will get along with Obsidian and Feldspar at the very least. Though Gabbro suspects that Reibeck and Hornfels will develop a friendship with her as well.

‘Great then our next step will lift off into the atmosphere and leave the cloud cover of the moon. One of our ships is waiting to pick us up.’

‘I understand.’ Pye replies.

Gabbro summarized the conversation for Obsidian real quick handing back the translator. “Okay, Pye understands the next steps. Do you still want to hold hands or manage your jet pack?”

Obsidian sighs. “Can’t really do both. I’ll see you in Zero G, Time Pal.”

Gabbro let’s Obsidian go. Once again feeling uneasy. It’s only practical, but they alway hold hands when leaving the Quantum Moon. Gabbro takes a shaky breath and prepares to lift off only to find a Nomai hand being held out to them.

It seemed Pye got the gist of the conversation and was trying to help. Gabbro smiles, nods and takes Pye's hand. Apparently whatever means her suit uses to manage her jetpack doesn’t require her hands. They all nod to each other and the next thing Gabbro knows the three of them are lifting up and through the Quantum Moon’s heavy cloud cover.

Of course their vision goes blank for a moment when they are engulfed in the dark gray cloud cover, but they can still feel Pye’s hand gripping their own firmly. The clouds clear and three astronauts are floating freely above the moon.

“Okay we’re clear.” Gabbro says letting Obsidian know that they are okay to switch their visor back over to its normal setting.

Pye squeezes both of their hands gratefully.

“Hey Pye, good to see you outside the moon!” Obsidian says once they’ve done so. Even though she can’t understand them she must understand something of their tone because she pats Obsidian on the shoulder. Then turns to Gabbro gesturing at the space around them and tilting her head inquisitively.

She’s right of course, it’s time to get their ride. As if thinking about the ship summoned them, Gabbro sees their ship rise up from behind the Attlerock and speed towards them. For a moment Gabbro thinks Feldspar will overshoot and they’ll have to give Pye a crash course in geyser jumping.

Of course, Feldspar is a much more skilled pilot than that. They stop near enough that it’s just a nice little float to reach the gravity elevator. Gabbro lets themselves be pulled up first, showing Pye that this is indeed the technology she is familiar with.

They go stand by the pilot's seat while Pye is pulled into the ship. “Heyo Hatchling, looks like mission success. Good job.” Feldspar greets.

Pye steps aside tapping the ring of the gravity elevator thoughtfully. Gabbro will have to explain where they got it once they’re somewhere that can be written on well. ‘

Obsidian is pulled up last. It’s just verging on a snug fit for all four of them. Even though Pye is small for a Nomai, Feldspar is smaller. Gabbro clocks the moment Obsidian starts to panic at how tight the space is. Their shoulders go tight and their breaths go short.

“You know what, I’ll take the geysers down.” They say. Reaching up to toggle the gravity elevator back to letting people out.

“Hatchling that definitely isn’t-” Feldspar starts to say, but of course Obsidian isn’t listening.

There isn’t really anything anyone can do to stop Obsidian once they’ve decided something like this. The elevator is reserved and Obsidian jumps back out into space. Gabbro watches as they circumnavigate Timber Hearth looking for The Village Crater. Pye and Feldspar look at Gabbro in confusion.

Gabbro shrugs. “We can waste time chasing after them and arguing with them or we can try to handle it once we’re all on the ground.”

“Arguing in space is just a waste of oxygen.” Feldspar sighs. “Close the hatch, Hatchling. I’ll inform Hornfels of the mission's success and warn them to expect a geyser landing along with the usual landing.”

Gabbro nods and does as Feldspar requested. They try to give Pye a thumbs up to let her know that it’s all okay. They’ll explain once the dust has settled. Then they’re going to find Obsidian and have a long chat about why they keep leaving Gabbro behind, that is not good Time Buddy behavior.

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Obsidian

First Contact Part II

Obsidian stares blankly at the sea of night sky before them for a moment. They breathe trying to reorient themselves in the quiet of the void. They don’t really know why they’re out here, but the ship is definitely leaving them to land on the launch pad.

Somehow they’ve matched velocity with Timber Hearth and are floating just outside its insistent gravitational pull. It’d be beautiful if they remembered doing it. Why are they out here and not in the ship like they’d meant to be?

They remember the ship pulling up and going towards it and then- it’s panic inducing the way they don’t know what happened. Something that made their chest feel tight and their limbs run. Something that made their mind decide they didn’t need to know what happened next.

It’s difficult but they force themselves to breathe slowly. There is definitely a reasonable explanation for why they are out here alone. It’s not the first time they’ve lost time like this, it’s just been a while.

During the loops they’d occasionally space out while doing something and Gabbro would have to remind them where and when they were. There’d normally been something bad happening back then though. They can’t imagine something going wrong after having gotten Pye off the Quantum Moon.

They sigh. They’ll have to discreetly find out what Feldspar and Gabbro think happened and apologize for it. For now they need to get themselves back home. Hopefully Feldspar will give Hornfels a heads up that they will be arriving separately from the ship. They hate not knowing why they’re arriving separately from the ship.

They float about half way around Timber Hearth before The village crater comes into view and Obsidian matches velocity with the geyser. Once they’re sure they have the timing right the rocket towards the geyser, letting gravity do its job. They fall into the hole neatly and are quickly forced into the other direction by a blast of rushing water.

They flip out of the stream and, using their jetpack, float down into the geyser pools. The water splashes when their boots hit it and Hatchlings rush forward to ask them what happened. Their chest goes tight again and they can’t breathe enough to even make their escape.

“Sorry, Hatchlings, you’ll have to ask your questions once we’ve gotten our reports.” Gossan’s voice melts through the static in Obsidian’s head like the ice on The Interloper when it neared the sun. “Come on, ‘Sidian.”

Gossan’s hand is suddenly on Obsidian’s bicep, steering them towards the medical cabin. It’s not the first time this has happened.

“Gossan, no, I-” Obsidian doesn’t even know what they’re protesting as they try to pull out of Gossan's vice like grip. They just don’t want to waste a loop-

They shake their head harshly. They have to remember there are no more loops. Why is it suddenly so difficult to hold on to what is happening here and now? They’d gotten so much better before the end. It hadn’t been as much of an issue as they and everyone else were worried it might be once they'd been in the parallel universe.

There had been one little lapse back when they’d thought they were stranded on Dark Bramble. They’d told Gabbro they wanted to end the loop, because in the moment there had been a loop to end.

“It’s just to talk.” Gossan says calmly, though their grip on Obsidian’s bicep doesn’t loosen. There’s nothing to do but let Gossan steer them into the medical cabin.

In short order they are sat down on a stool by the fire and handed some water to drink. Obsidian looks at it dubiously, a bit of water isn’t going to help them regain what they’ve just lost.

“It’s just water, Hatchling.” Gossan says frowning now.

They have got to pull themselves together.

Obsidian breathes, grateful when Gossan doesn’t press while they’re bringing themself back to the present. Grounding Gossan had said after that terrible conversation they had back in the Zero G Cave. That had been a bad day too and taking it slowly had helped.

They can do this. They just need to tune in with the world around them and not the rush of misplaced adrenaline through their veins. With a deep breath they turn their concentration to their surroundings.

They see the sturdy brown wooden walls around them, Gossan’s worry creased face, the bright red blanket folded on the back of Gossan’s chair, the small tidy fire dancing in the hearth. The room is covered by a thin fog with each breath against their visor. They feel the warmth of the fire seeping its way through the layers of space suit, the smoothens of the clay the mug was made from through their gloves, the hard edge of the stool beneath their thighs even through their space pants, and the heavy weight of their jet pack on their shoulders. The hear the crackle of the flames in the fireplace, the sound of Gossan’s even and composed breath, and commotion outside as Pye was likely brought into the village-

Realization that there is something they need to be doing hits them like an electric shock. 

“I need to go help the others with Pye.” Obsidian says shooting to their feet.

Gossan is up just as quickly and standing in their way. “If the other travelers need your translator they will come get it themselves. We're still talking.”

The words are said calmly but Obsidian knows they aren’t going to be leaving right away. At least the grounding exercise had helped. They felt more certain of the here and now, lest appended to an unclear past that currently was not happening.

“But-” Obsidian tries to argue anyways. They’re feeling better, they can help with the issue at hand and not do this- this pointless talk with Gossan about what happened and why. It hadn't helped long at the Zero G cave and wouldn't help now.

Besides the truth was Obsidian doesn’t know what happened and if Gossan finds that out, they might get grounded again. The thought of getting kept from space again makes Obsidian's mind feel staticky all over again.

“Feldspar says you weren’t in the spaceship for more than ten seconds before suddenly declaring that you couldn’t do it and walking away.” Gossan summarizes nicely for Obsidian. “Want to explain why?”

They suddenly can feel the memory of that, like it's something someone else did or a story they'd been told before. They know it must be true. They don’t really remember seeing everyone in the ship and feeling closed in, but they know the shape of the feeling enough to know it must have been what happened. Obsidian didn’t like tight spaces since exploring the Ember Twin.

“I- I don’t like being closed in places.” Obsidian offers hesitantly. “I know I should- It’s something I need to be okay with and I’m working on it but right now-”

Gossan reaches out, that hand that’s supposed to be comforting but isn’t is back on their arm. “Hatchling, being afraid doesn't mean you can't fly. It just means we have to make sure you respond to the fear safely.”

“Geyser jumping doesn't count?” Maybe a bad joke will diffuse the situation.

The Gossan of their universe used to look that unimpressed when Obsidian would make their own enhancements to their training gear without prior authorization. “No.”

Their flight coach waits expectantly for confirmation that Obsidian understands what Gossan means.

“Okay so I might have panicked a little when I made that decision.” They admit hesitantly, afraid they’ll be caught in the lie. They’d panicked so badly they stopped thinking entirely. “I could geyser jump in my sleep, so it's not that big of a deal.”

It would be a lot bigger deal if Gossan knew they forgot why they ran in the first place. Even now that they know what happened, can distantly feel themselves saying that they couldn’t do it at the press of bodies in the cabin, they don’t remember it with the clarity they normally would.

Gossan just raises an eyebrow, managing to look even more unimpressed. “We’ll need to work on better coping mechanisms.”

That means more training. Obsidian sighs heavily in frustration. That’s better than admitting that talking helped ground them too.

“Do we have to do that right now.” Obsidian asks. “I just abandoned Pye, I should go help her.”

“No. Right now, we need to get Pye settled.” Gossan agrees.

Obsidian nods and steps forward as if to leave. Gossan smiles at them in amusement. “There’s probably time to get out of your suit and drink your water first Traveler.”

They don’t want a soothing drink of water, but humoring Gossan might get them out of here faster. Handing the glass back to Gossan they take off their helmet and jetpack, leaving the supplies in an unused corner of the cabin. They then slip out of the shirt that makes up the suit. It's a relief to no longer be physically weighed down.

Then they take the water back from Gossan and sip at it carefully. It tastes good too, cool and clear against lips parched by canned oxygen.

“Better?” Gossan asks knowingly.

“Yeah.” Obsidian says trying not to sound annoyed that attending to basic needs is helping to keep the static in their mind quite.

Gossan chuckles softly, smiling at Obsidian like they might know anyways.

Gabbro chooses that moment to walk in, the door flung open carelessly as their eyes frantically search the room for Obsidian. They’ve removed their space suit as well which means Obsidian can see every crease of worry on their face as they find Obsidian and watch them studiously.

“You okay?” Is all they ask.

There’s more important things to do right now than chat, but in the same two word question Obsidian knows they will not escape talking. They sit on the need to run. Why is Gabbro always the person who sees Obsidian best, especially when they don't want to be seen at all?

“I'm okay.” Obsidian says even though that's not quite right. It still feels like they're a wrong moment away from losing themselves again, though this moment still feels pretty solid. They're on edge, but it's only a little worse than the normal amount of on edge. Doing something will help though.

Gabbro watches them thoughtfully for a moment before nodding firmly. “Then we could really use you and the translator. Riebeck is trying to get by on manual translation but it's slow going. Pye's already asked about you, twice.”

The simple statement floods Obsidian with guilt. Of course, they've worried Pye with their behavior. She doesn't need to deal with Obsidian being like this on top of losing her clan.

They have got to pull it together. It suddenly strikes Obsidian that Pye actually has some things in common with them and Gabbro. It wouldn't hurt to reach out, would it? Misery does love company.

“You're right.” Obsidian says tightly. “I shouldn't have left like that. I'll go explain and apologize.”

“Buddy, I didn't mean-” Suddenly Gabbro standing in the doorway has turned to Gabbro blocking Obsidian's exit. That terrible tightness in their chest returns.

“No. No. You're right.” Obsidian says, drawing their shoulders back and stepping forward to guide Gabbro out. Their friend doesn't mean to be blocking them in after all. “Let's go.”

“Hatchling, aren't you forgetting something.” Gossan says gesturing to their jetpack and other assorted space gear, including their translator tool. Right.

Ducking their head in embarrassment Obsidian goes to retrieve the tool the village will need to communicate with Pye. When they turn back around Gabbro has stepped back outside and is holding open the door for them. Just like that the knot of trapped and caught eases once again. They're grateful when they step out into the sunshine.

“They’re letting her stay in the Traveler’s cabin, since besides Feldspar it’s mostly unused.” Gabbro says leading Obsidian in that direction.

There’s silence as they walk in that direction, but of course it doesn’t last long.

“You’re going to tell me what happened back there later right?” Gabbro asks.

Obsidian shrugs. “It’s not much to tell, it was too closed in. I don’t even really remember- well.”

Gabbro frowns. “Don’t remember what, leaving?”

Obsidian nods. “It won’t happen again.”

“You said that last time.” Gabbro says, ears tilting back in displeasure.

“I will tell someone if it happens again.” Obsidian promises seriously. They mean it this time. If they lose track of what’s happening like that again they’ll tell Gossan themselves. “I just- I’m afraid I’ll get grounded again. I think that would just make it worse.”

Gabbro nods like they understand. “Whoever you tell, you should tell them that too. Now come on, Pye’s worried about you and we could use some help figuring out what to feed her.”

Sure enough Pye is sitting on a stool in the Travelers Cabin. As soon as Obsidian steps into the room she reaches for her staff. She's watching Obsidian intently.

They want to say something smart and reassuring but of course the Nomai beats them to it. A short purple spiral of text curls into the stone of the room’s hearth. She steps back from her work and looks to Obsidian expectantly.

They step forward with their translator raised ready to interpret her words for the room if necessary, though it appears this first message is for them alone.

‘My friend, are you alright?’ the text reads. ‘You seemed so scared when you left and I do not understand why.’

“What did she say, Obsidian?” Riebeck asks curiously.

“She’s just asking about me.” Obsidian says. “One second, let me reply and I’ll play messenger.”

‘I apologize for scaring you Pye.’ Obsidian types quickly. Letting the text scroll off a branch of her own words. ‘I did not expect the ship to feel as tightly packed as it did. Still, I should not have acted like that.’

Pye nods like Obsidian’s answer makes sense.

‘It is not you who should be apologizing.’ Pye replies in another spiral of text arching across the hearth in the Travelers cabin. It’s just another strange adornment of the explorers who live here. Obsidian hopes she can erase it when they run out of space.

Obsidian frowns at that and the text expands further. ‘I suspect my people’s search for The Eye has something to do with your fear and for that I am sorry.’

They don’t know how to respond to that. It’s not okay, but she lost everything too. ‘I probably would have been crushed by sand at some point anyways.’ They try to joke.

Pye tilts her head when she reads the text and gives Obsidian a deeply calculating look that suddenly becomes a short bleat of amusement at their terrible joke. They don’t really want to continue the conversation so they turn back to Riebeck and Rutile.

“You had something you wished to communicate to Pye?” They ask when neither Hearthian prompts them with what to say next.

Rutile gives them a look similar to the one Pye is giving them. They sigh when Obsidian doesn’t give them any answers either. “Yes, I would like to welcome her properly to the village and offer our aid in whatever way she may require, will you translate my words for her?”

Obsidian nods and directs their translator to another place on the mantle, they do hope this conversation won’t take up too much space as there isn’t much room for more text. They wonder if they will be able to build a scroll wall at some point. Pye watches them with that same expression the whole time they type out Rutile's words. Obsidian adds a note of their own to make sure Pye knows who was actually speaking this time.

There’s a moment once she is done reading the new text where she gives Obsidian another considering look before finally providing her own reply. She simply thanks Rutile for their kind welcome and requests housing and food while she begins the work of laying her clan to rest.

The following conversation of welcoming and logistics is fairly long and tedious considering that it all must be verbally communicated, typed, translated, read, replied to, translated again, read, and communicated back verbally. It turns out the text can be cleared away to allow room for more words. The group eventually determine that Pye will stay in the village when she is not exploring the solar system on her own. She assures them all that her people's remaining technology will be sufficient to her needs and a ship would not be necessary.

Rutile in turn offers her shelter in the Travelers Cabin and any food or resources she may need. This she accepts gratefully.

Once Rutile leaves Obsidian and Riebeck are left to help her get settled for real. The project helps get their mind of what had happened during the rescue. Pye is amusing when she does choose to converse with them and Riebeck is calming when they themselves are not terrified. Obsidian tries to let themselves breath a little easier. Surely things will be okay. 

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Gabbro

Settling In

As is often the case Gabbro wakes before Obsidian does. It is not that either one of them gets more sleep, it’s just how they experience sleeping poorly that is different. Obsidian struggles with falling asleep at all, spending many rests staring at a dancing fire for hours before finally drifting off fitfully. Gabbro can fall into slumber easily but they are often woken by nightmares until they are eventually chased from their hammock entirely.

They've been watching Obsidian sleep fitfully for a good while. It hasn't helped them figure out how best to help their buddy. Even though they've certainly done a ton of deep thinking about it.

The whole thing was difficult to wrap their mind around because they weren't entirely certain what Obsidian's problem was. They were absolutely certain that Obsidian didn't know. How then could Gabbro help them put the pieces together?

It was enough to drive Gabbro to smoking, but that no longer helped. The panic attack fighting against any high they might get just tired them out. Drinking wasn't much better.

They sigh and quietly climb out of their hammock careful not to disturb Obsidian. If they're just going to lie here they should go check on Pye. She would be awake. Her poor sleep schedule rivals Gabbro and Obsidian's, though no one is quite sure if that's just normal for a Nomai. Perhaps Gabbro should ask.

They grab the translator tool on their way out of the little camp they and Obsidian share in place of a proper cabin. Even though they are planning to visit Pye they walk in the direction of Slate's workshop first. A little pine bark tea will wake them up enough to keep up with the brilliant Nomai.

Slate is of course awake and tinkering with a project when Gabbro enters the workshop. They've learned to wear their own sleepless nights well. Gabbro wonders if they and Obsidian will eventually do the same. They shove down the thought wondering if either of them will live long enough to reach that point.

“Did you sleep at all?” Slate asks, handing off a warm mug of Gabbro's new favorite drink before returning to their work. They flip their welding mask back down, and pull their heavy heat resistant gloves back on methodically.

Gabbro holds the cup in their hands and brings it close to their face. The steam is warm against their scales and the crisp woody aroma slowly drags them into being more alert.

Sighing happily they take the first sip of their drink, feeling it warm them pleasantly. “Perfect as always, Slate.”

“That didn't answer my question, Gabbro.” Slate replies beckoning them over to the workbench. They gesture for them to put on their own set of gloves when Gabbro steps close.

They try to make sense of what project Slate is working on as they gamely prepare to help. It looks like one of the ships landing cameras. The internal components are still intact, so they’re clearly not actively working on the device’s functionality.

No, Slate is currently working with the casing, which is no longer silver, but covered in a dusted black substance. They’re also working with some fluffy fiber that looks like it may be made of similar stuff. Rock wool, they think they’ve heard Gossan call it before. Perhaps they are intending to use the sparkly ore like the Nomai had been using on the Ash Twin Project?

“Improved temperature resistance with the mechanical casings?” They ask after studying the object for a second longer. It’s the only purpose they can figure out.

Slate nods. “Yes, but I don't have enough hands to hold these pieces together and seal them closed. Can you help?”

And that explains why Slate wanted them in the gloves. Since they’re already dressed to help and there’s no reason not to, Gabbro nods in agreement. Slate gets everything arranged the way they want it and then gestures for Gabbro to hold the casing together on the far end.

“So what chased you out of bed this time? More rising sand?” Slate asks as they work.

“I-” Gabbro nearly lies that they’re fine, but they’re trying to do better at letting the village help them. “I was dreaming about Obsidian dying.”

Slate makes a humming sound. Interested if Gabbro wants to talk about it, but not demanding if they don’t. Slate figured out a while ago it’s the best way to guarantee that they talk. Gabbro tends to feel unable to speak when asked directly about the loops, but if the space is given talking helps.

It’s even more important that they talk now as best they can at least. Obsidian needs them to.

“They were ending a loop early and there was nothing I could do to stop them, but we weren’t in the loops any more.” Gabbro says softly. It’s a very poor explanation of the vivid way Gabbro’s deepest worry became reality, but it's all they could really bring themselves to say.

Slate finishes their work thoughtfully. Once they’re done they remove their gloves and carefully flip their mask up so they can fully see Gabbro’s expression. “Are you worried about that actually happening, Traveler?”

The direct questions shouldn’t surprise Gabbro, but it does. Slate is like Gabbro in that most of their communication happens in what they don’t say. Still, Slate is older than Gabbro and has probably learned when that won’t work. This is probably one of those times.

The words get stuck in Gabbro’s throat anyways. They nod silently.

“Stars above.” Slate swears softly. “Okay. Well, thanks for the confirmation that everyone should be keeping an eye or two on them.”

At least someone had noticed. “If you press them or try to ground them they’ll run.”

“We’ve already figured that out, but it doesn’t mean we can’t continue to pay your buddy extra attention.” Slate says. “You’re not alone in trying to help them, Gabbro.”

They’re surprised at how badly the earnest words hurt. Gabbro and Obsidian had been alone in helping each other for so long, it hurt that there were other people who could offer support now too. It hurt badly enough that Gabbro wanted to turn Slate away, but that’s what Obsidian was actively doing to everyone and it didn’t seem to be working for them.

“They won’t accept help.” Gabbro says softly. “Not even mine.”

Slate puts a comforting hand on their shoulder. “We’ll figure it out, Gabbro.”

Gabbro nods. In a way it’s true. Either they’ll figure it out or they won’t and nothing will really matter anyways. That’s not something they’re willing to put to words.

The quiet stretches and Gabbro returns to sipping their tea.

“So, where were you headed with the translator?” Slate asks eventually.

“I was going to check in on Pye.” Gabbro replies. The tea had helped chase off the last vestiges of their nightmare. They couldn’t say they were settled, but they could at least act like it now.

Slate nods. “I figured as much. She’ll be leaving to see the Nomai Ruins soon. I believe she told Rutile it would be easiest to start laying her people to rest at the mine while she still recovered.”

“Then I should go catch up to her.” Gabbro says. They leave with their tea, waving good-bye to Slate as they go.

They find Pye packing a basket full of food that the village had slowly determined that she could eat. There's some bright red bramble berries and a lot of leafy greens, Gabbro thinks they see some light purple root plant Gabbro hasn't seen used as food before.

The door to the Travelers cabin is wide open, as if she has been going in and out of the building and had stopped bothering to close the door. She's no longer wearing the outer layers of her suit, or any of the heavy life support tools, like her mask or oxygen tanks. It's nice to see her looking a little more at ease.

Not wanting to startle her, Gabbro knocks lightly on the door frame. It quickly becomes apparent that the Nomai may not have knocking as she startles anyway, dropping the long roll of fabric she had been packing into a bag.

“Sorry!” Gabbro gasps, “I didn't mean to scare you!”

Pye stares at them with three wide eyes before making that odd bleating sound Gabbro and Obsidian had learned was a laugh from previous experience with Solanum.

Is she laughing at them? Why? Gabbro feels themself frown.

She tilts her head in their direction giving them what can only be called a look. Over emphasising her gesture she points towards the translator tool at their hip. Oh right, Pye can't understand them.

Gabbro types the apology out and lets the text carve itself into the hearth. Whatever conversation the stone slab had been used for had been erased.

‘Greetings Gabbro! Why did you feel the need to strike the door frame?’ her curious question appends itself to their statement.

So Gabbro explains what knocking is and asks how Pye is doing. She replies that she is well and explains that she is going to tend to the bones in the mine. Apparently she had already gathered those in the observatory to be properly laid to rest once she gathered the others.

Gabbro feels horribly guilty about that for a second before she assures them that they couldn’t have known there was someone left to care about how the remains were handled. Still Gabbro offers to go with her to the mines. It seems like it might be good for her to have a little support and it would be interesting to see what Nomai funerary practices actually were.

They’re delighted when Pye accepts the invitation and has them help her carry half the load. It’s a quiet walk through the village. They have no way to communicate with the Translator packed away. They should work on learning to speak Nomai so that Pye’s only form of communication isn’t written expression.

They're passing the Observatory when they meet Obsidian heading towards the launch pad. Gabbro doesn't miss that Obsidian is in their flight suit, their helmet held lazily at their side.

“I'm headed out to get some data for Hornfels, you coming?” They say instead of a normal greeting.

Gabbro is a bit thrown by the sudden decision to explore. They'd honestly been looking forward to working with Pye. Before they can really think about the potential consequences of trying to delay Obsidian in their current mindset they say. “What if we go after we go to help Pye in Nomai crater? I was going to see if Riebeck wanted to come, I know you like hanging out with them.”

“I-” Obsidian hesitates just long enough for Gabbro to realize they’re going to get turned down before it happens.

“Maybe next time?” Obsidian says suddenly unable to make eye contact. They could not have made it clearer that whatever they said next would be a lie if they had said ‘I’m lying’ beforehand. “I just really want to check on a few things, it’s time sensitive.”

Gabbro gives Obsidian an annoyed look. Nothing that was out there was so important that it couldn’t sit for a few sun cycles. Obsidian knew that. Obsidian knew that Gabbro knew that. They’d have checked on it if there was something that serious.

“Well, I already promised Pye I’d go with her.” Gabbro stalls.

For half a second Obsidian’s expression falls before it is replaced by a sunny smile usually reserved for dodging questions when they were trying to get information from people in the village during the loop. It’s one of Obsidian’s fakest expressions and it should never be directed towards Gabbro.

“That’s alright. Maybe next time.” They say like it won’t matter to them one way or the other. Gabbro grits their teeth to keep from screaming.

“It will only be a few sun cycles, Buddy.” Gabbro says. “Come on.”

“Catch me on the next trip out.” Obsidian says looking towards the launch pad. “I shouldn’t be gone too long anyways.”

Before Gabbro can do anything Obsidian walks down the secret path towards the launch pad. Pye, who had been watching the whole conversation curiously, taps them on the shoulder and once again points to the translator.

It's difficult to respond. They don’t know what to say. How to explain in a way that won’t make the mourning Nomai feel like this is in any way about her. It really isn’t.

Impatient of waiting for Gabbro to explain, Pye puts her own message on the nearby cliff face.

‘Will Obsidian be joining us?’

Gabbro sighs, grabs the translator and types their reply. ‘No, they’ve got some work to do for Hornfels. We should get Riebeck though, they’ll be eager to help you.’

Without giving Pye the chance to respond they put their translator tool back up and head into the Observatory where they should find Riebeck. Hopefully when they find the archeologist they’ll agree to come with them and Gabbro can just pass the translator off to them and let them handle most of this.

Helping Pye doesn’t seem like that great of an idea anymore, but they can’t back out now. At least Gabbro has a good guess of where Obsidian is flying off too if they need to find them. They’d not tried to get the translator tool from Gabbro, meaning they weren’t going anywhere they could translate text. That had to mean they were searching for The Stranger.

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Obsidian

A Familiar Space

Apprehension makes Obsidian jittery as they slow their approach towards the giant black disk beginning to block out the sun. There's no denying that The Stranger is present in this universe. Though they had been almost certain it would be. The Nomai had lost the signal after all, crashing into Dark Bramble suddenly instead of reaching The Eye.

Their ship passes through the cloaking field and Obsidian sighs in relief as the familiar ill lit appear seemingly from nothing. The urge to make the old joke about it not mattering if this is a bad loop where someone realizes they ‘launched without the launch codes’ at the tip of their tongue. There's no Gabbro to laugh at their perceived disappearance this time though. The absence of their time buddy aches.

It's for the best, Obsidian reminds themselves firmly. Gabbro was slowly finding their footing in this new universe, they didn't need Obsidian slowing them down like dead weight. The other Traveler would never even think of it in those terms, but Gabbro had wanted to go with Pye and Riebeck instead of Obsidian. It was a good thing they had those connections, it was.

The stupid joke wouldn't have been accurate anyways. Hornfels knew that Obsidian was exploring. They'd evaded saying what exactly they were looking into, Hornfels had assumed they were checking a Nomai ruin. Still, they had some time before anyone realized they couldn't be reached by radio.

Obsidian lands the ship in the docking bay and check their suit before hopping out of the hatch. Normally they just head straight to The Stranger's light operated air lock, but this time they take a moment to look around the bay like they had their first time in this place.

They try to recall the details of what they'd seen back then as they wander around the waiting alien ships. The memories feel distant and fuzzy because they did not pay much attention to this area during the loops, but it feels like this is the same. The only way to really know is to continue on.

They go to the airlock and pull out their flashlight to make the lock open. As they bands keeping the lock sealed spin they think they should get some pictures of The Inhabitants language for Riebeck and Hal. If only because both would enjoy the new project.

The thought doesn’t go very far and they don’t end up taking the photos. Letting Hal and Riebeck know there’s a whole new alien language to translate would require letting anyone but Gabbro know about The Stranger at all. Obsidian simply was not prepared to share this place yet.

The Stranger felt like something special and theirs. It was an opportunity to escape thinking about the loops and the Nomai’s terrible plan that accidentally ruined Obsidian’s life. Not that there had been much life left to ruin. it would have been simpler if they’d just died on the Attlerock like had happened on their very first loop.

The bands finally align and the air lock opens into the mostly dark boat house. The flashlight’s glow catches on pillars making them light up, though docked as it is there is nowhere for the round raft to go. Obsidian confidently steps onto the platform and turns the gear.

As it’s done a hundred times before the raft drops and Obsidian falls with it. They know to brace themselves for the landing, have caught their balance as the raft shifts and bobs beneath them more times then they count.

Once they’re stable they take a moment to close their eyes and breathe, letting the current take them. They have to pause and find the courage to look up and out. They don’t know what will be worse, finding that this achingly familiar place is just slightly different or finding that it is exactly the same.

If they were to be completely honest with themselves they hated how not quite right this universe was. The similarities far outnumbered the differences, but the differences were just prevalent enough to leave Obsidian feeling like someone had gone through their space gear and put it back together incorrectly. Except the metaphorical space gear was their actual sense of reality and they didn’t know where to begin processing that.

Still, this place being the same would almost certainly be just as hurtful as nothing being quite right. It would mean at some terrible awful point the time lines did diverge. Obsidian couldn’t begin to say when or why but the fact that this could have been their universe would hurt all the more. They don’t know how they’d be able to tell Gabbro.

The raft bumps into the stone wall of the ravine signaling the end of Obsidian's relaxing trip down the river until they actively do something about their raft being stuck.

Well it is too late to turn back now, with one last deep breath Obsidian opens their eyes. They let their eyes sweep over the solid stone wall before them water surrounding them before looking up.

It's as beautiful as the first time they saw it. The artificial river flows through the once verdant green of the dying ring world. The decrepit structures of the three main areas stand where they always had until the dam failed.

The only thing missing is Gabbro’s steady presence by their side. They couldn't resent Gabbro for not being here. Unlike Obsidian, Gabbro was figuring out how to be okay. Obsidian would let them have their happiness, Pye needed a friend who understood her loss and Gabbro was great at being supportive. Just like Obsidian was great at exploring.

Sighing, they pull out their flashlight and steer the boat up to the River Lowlands. They stop to grab an artifact from the building surrounded by Ghost Matter, smiling when they realize that even the Ghost Matter patch is the same. For the first time in a long time something settles in Obsidian. They feel safe, content.

They wonder if this is how The Inhabitants felt when they entered the simulation of their home world. It still wasn't exactly home but it was so close Obsidian could pretend for a while.

Obsidian knows they shouldn't get their hopes up. Timber Hearth had been the same until everyone started insisting that Obsidian despised Gabbro. Still there is comfort in the similarity so far that they sink into eagerly.

They check the River Lowlands carefully, combing through each of the easiest to access areas for any sign of divergence. Each time they find that everything is exactly how they expect it to be down to the placement of cups on tables. The more they find that is the same, the more elated they feel. Finally something familiar, something right.

Tying the artifact to their belt they grab a lantern and make their way to the theater for the slide reels. After setting the lantern into the projector they head into the halls and down the staircase to grab the two slide reels they know they will find here.

The reels are exactly where Obsidian expects them to be, setting in place on their shelves that they imagine once housed countless works of art. Obsidian gathers the heavy items reverently and returns to the theater. They start with the one of the Stranger’s homeworld.

The art is exactly as Obsidian remembers it. Showing how The Inhabitants had heard The Eye’s signal and left to see it. Even the burns are as Obsidian recalls, leaving just enough of the image to vaguely see that The Stranger had been built at the very top. The other reel is also how Obsidian what they expect, the closing of the first lock to seal away the prisoner for all time.

Obsidian should look into a way to rescue them. Even if they won’t be able to save their life, The Prisoner should not be forced to languish in the dark for all of this universe's life as well. It would be difficult to do on their own though, and Gabbro never really liked coming here. Not after the first time Obsidian figured out how to silence the alarms.

They could always ask a fellow traveler. Though they did not feel ready to share this place with anyone else.

Sighing, Obsidian sets the lantern aside and goes to put away the slide reels. The wood creaks beneath their feet like it always does as they walk back up the stairs and exit the building. It even smells the same here, old, musty, abandoned.

They supposed it wouldn't hurt anything to leave The Prisoner for a little longer. They’d been a comforting presence once Obsidian learned to reach them. Though they always chose to end what little existence they had. Still their presence was comforting towards the end. There was a peaceful acceptance to The Prisoner that made losing literally everything just a little less painful.

They sigh again and finish making their way to the building that houses the technology for the simulation as well as the deceased inhabitants. They suppose before they make any decisions about The Prisoner they should at least learn if they are even there. Perhaps in this universe the simulation failed and there’s nothing but corpses in the tomb below.

It’s the same door it’s always been that slides away with minor protest when Obsidian removes the light from its perch. It's the same dark winding hall leading to an eerie green fire. Logically Obsidian knows they’re supposed to find it eerie, but they’d slept at it so many times it was welcoming in its own way now.

The Inhabitants that sleep around the fire are as dead and dedicated as they had been in Obsidian's home universe. They'd never made a habit of looking too deeply at the bodies that rest here. There was something more disquieting about them than the bones of the Nomai scattered across the solar system. Perhaps, simply put the Nomai had names for them.

They quietly sit on the floor with their ankles crossed. The artifact is cradled between their hands as they stare deeply into the flames and allow themself to doze. Even as they wake up in the simulation they have this feeling that they can’t quite shake, like they’re running out of time.

They aren’t of course. They could choose to live here till their body ceased to function and there would be no Nomai mask to call them back into a body that was unbroken and ready for its first launch. Though Gabbro would likely find them before dehydration killed them, and they'd be understandably furious.

So while the limit wasn't twenty two hours, it also wasn't forever. Obsidian would need to move quickly in the simulation. They really just want to see if The Inhabitants are there. It will take a lot more visits to confirm everything they know to be here. That's a future problem though.

Readying their artifact Obsidian climbs the steps out into the Starlit Cove Cove. They make their way through the familiar paths being careful to keep an eye out for any wandering Inhabitants.

Just because this specific place had not seen changes in the past did not mean that the schedule The Inhabitants were on would be any different today. Obsidian had no way to know when orchestra practice was here outside of the twenty two hours on their launch day.

So they creep through the area, carefully extinguishing the lights that keep the door solid and walking through the cave to reach the grappling warps that look a bit like hands with far too many fingers.

The path is of course as familiar as the paths of The Village Crater at this point. Even the sensation of being pulled through space but not time by the strange not warp devices is no longer as uncanny as it once was. The path is dark but Obsidian knows how to reach the living quarters of The Inhabitants easily by now.

They notice a glow of shaded lantern light at the center of the clearing. It’s typically not there, but why quickly makes itself apparent as Obsidian recognizes a group of Inhabitants surrounding a telescope.

Apparently, it was stargazing night in the Starlit Cove. There were about nine of The Inhabitants all standing around a few telescopes pointing in different directions. A few were sitting at the devices peering through the lens while the rest observed from off to the side. Soft coos and chirps showing that there was some communication passing among the group about what they were observing.

This shouldn’t really surprise them all that much. The Prisoner had even been allowed a telescope after all. Still the sight of them congregating startles them enough that they trip and fall into the nearby river with a splash. The light in their lantern goes out and they wake back in the tomb.

Obsidian guesses that’s probably time up anyways. They’ll have to be careful not to be seen when they’re in the simulation, especially now that The Inhabitants could be anywhere. Alerting them to their presence before they’re ready could be disastrous. Obsidian would like to be able to free The Prisoner first.

Feeling a bit better for having a self assigned project again Obsidian makes their way back to their ship. They half expect there to be someone searching for them when they leave the cloak of The Stranger, but no one is calling them over the radio when they connect back.

It's easy to head to Giant’s Deep to go poke around the Construction Yard for a bit. Not because they were trying to find anything, just to get enough data to be able to say they were doing something while they were in space. Then they head back to Timber Hearth to wait for Gabbro to get home. Maybe if they tell their Time Buddy about what they found they’ll want to go to The Stranger with them next time. Then maybe they’ll be able to figure out how to free The Prisoner together.