“Oh? You mean this green platform?” the cosmic woman asked when noticing the floating platform floating by. “It only floats in a circular path around the beacon just like its twin. My apologies if it startled you.”
“Ah,” he nodded, “I didn’t notice. Too busy focusing on the crack in the Wall over there…”
Basic curiosity got the better of him and he glanced at the pair of platforms. Just like she said, they orbited around a beacon. For whatever reason, despite his nausea, he could not stop staring at their rotation. He turned even greener, and his eyes became spirals as he fell prone onto the ground with a wet thwack! sound.
“Hmmm, the fourth wall …” Rosalina stated and was colored interested. “Now that you’ve mentioned it, I believe that I’ve might have done something similar to yours.”
Indeed. The word as the repairer mentioned, ‘fourth wall,’ suddenly planted into her mental noggin, and it reminded how she used to done those kinds of stuff similar to this fellow’s doing. The tall lady was curious enough to know more about the fourth wall. “Correct me if I’m mistaken: is your job is like traveling through another dimension or another galaxy, except only for repairing the damage?” she questioned the repairer.
“Done something similar?” the Repairman echoed. He hoped it wasn’t the same thing, but still, he was a bit curious.
As he continued building his makeshift bridge (still trying to get out of the low gravity of the galaxy), he nodded.
“Pretty much, yeah. I just go where the breaks are.”
And then a green platform shot in front of him, causing him to jump back a little.
After he stopped sloshing again, he looked at the block of metal in annoyance.
“Why, my destination does not matter to me.” the blue lady said with simple and gentle head bow.
“You see, my home roams everywhere in space. Even though it may stays in its proper place, it has its motivation to wander as my Lumas and I can gaze upon every stars and cosmos.”
While the stranger focused on his work, Rosalina turned and stared at stars. In fact, there are millions-no, zillions of stars far from her and her starship. “Space is very extraordinary huge” she hummed, before turning back to him.
“And may I be curious: what brings you here in outer space, sir?”
The Repairman nodded. A wanderer. He understood that…
After willfully ignoring the talk of the vastness of space, he turned back to the woman, making sure to keep eye contact. No need for him to be reminded she was floating.
Well, the inkblot was in no condition to dodge the question.
“I fix the Fourth Wall,” he said, “and apparently someone around here looked into a camera or did a tutorial or made a referential joke or something. I don’t know, really.”
In fact, the repairman was already closer to the starship as a tall, blue feminine figure floated by. The lady stopped and noticed a gap in the left corner of her cosmic blue eyes. She turned and saw a stranger through that gap.
The cosmic woman stood for a slight second, watching what the person was doing, and floated toward it closely as possible before she can speak.
“Excuse me?” she softly greeted and tried not to spook this stranger.
“…Yes, can I hel–”
The Repairman turned to see a tall, blue-dressed woman floating next to him. If it was anywhere other than this place, or she hadn’t been floating, he would have continued as normal.
As it was, he had to suppress a gag reflex. His body turned even greener from this sudden reminder of how low gravity could be.
He quickly tried to regain his composure and looked back up at the woman.
“Sorry. Liquid bodies don’t do well in space.” He gestured towards himself. “Am-am I in your way?”
He preemptively began pulling the board he was laying down back. He could always rebuild a bridge.
The Repairman dreaded going to space. Not for lack of air or agoraphobia, not even for fear of what could be in space; he loathed it because his inky body seemed to move every which way in low-to-zero gravity.
Still, a job had to be done, so he packed his things and headed to Space Junk Galaxy. He wondered who’d break the Wall in a system that hadn’t had any notable activity for years.
As soon as he went from Lower Toontown to Space Junk Galaxy, his whole body began churning, and he quickly started to look a little green.
Bear with it, this’ll be a quick job…
And then groaned as he saw that the break in the Wall was on the other side of a vast empty space. He slowly moved to the edge and looked around, seeing if there was an easy way there. There didn’t seem to be one, but he could have sworn he did something move in the distance…
–
Actually, more like he saw something moving from a distance. Now, his eyes weren’t lying at all. There was something moving. It was big as if was a moon. It was a palace, but no, more like a ship since this big thing moved on its own. It was a palace and a ship—no wait. A starship. That’s more like it.
The Repairman couldn’t help but gawk at this spaceship. At the very least, it distracted him from his nausea, and it was quite a sight.
He shook himself, and got back to the job at hand. He didn’t want to just jump across the gap (not in his state, anyway)…
His siren light blinked a burning bright red as he dug in his toolboxes for something to help. A vaulting pole? A miniature catapult? A springboard?
None of them seemed to help…
As he dug through his inventory, he failed to notice that the starship was closer still. He pulled out an armful of planks and began to build a bridge between his platform and the crack in the Wall.
He was still oblivious to the fact that this gap was apparently in the path of the starship, even as it was less than two-hundred feet away from him.
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