"Who says Lovecraft didn't just write down what he was told to write down by the Great Old Ones?

"Nice use of capitalization," she said, breaking the fourth wall, "Trust me, you'll know them when you see them."

"Yeah yeah, primitive planetary mythology, gods this and that," she put "gods" in airquotes, "I've heard it all before. Hokey religions and ancient gods are no match for the Flux, lady."

"Oh yes, trolls are real," she said, as if it was obvious, "Gremlins too. And Doomrats. Stay clear of those."

She'd just been listening for a bit. Thinking about stuff. Which was to say she *wasn't* really thinking about stuff, she'd just been spacing out like the space girl she was. "Wait... no no," she suddenly snapped out of it, "I am not *less* than an Earthian, okay? Their planet is like B3-Primitive o...

"Well, most people can't see them and the other things that are around, so they wouldn't have known there was anything to make extinct."

"Hey lady, I'm not some local! I literally just got to this planet the other day. Don't lump me in with these primitives."

"Hmmm..." she seemed to think it over.

"...that does make sense."

"You mean the mutation from planet X-178," she said, "typical sort of fauna following the collapse. Dangerous though."

"Oh great," she threw her hands up again as she took note of the figure, "another Earthian!"

"I don't mind telling people," she said, "some of them might want to hear..."

"Those guys have no idea what they're doing, they don't even know what the flux is!" She threw her hands up into the air in frustration. "Don't say I didn't warn them when the GGC comes and grinds this planet into finely ordered fine *dust*!"

Sybil arrived and sat down, not sure why they had to take English class when they already knew how to speak English real good.

"Damn, stupid smoke!"

She sighed.

"That was a non-native mutation that shouldn't exist on this planet. Just like that flux charged pistol that man was carrying," she said as she started to work on repairing both her flashlight and robot companion to function as they normally would.

"Okay," she said with a sigh and pulled out a little ball that then popped out tiny arms and legs. "Guess you're it little buddy." (OOC: 'Small but useless robot companion' is a thing on her equipment list. I'd like to use Tinker on him to make him emit some kind of sonic lure that will attract the ...

"Yeah? So?"

There was a reason other kids tended to think Sybil was weird. It was because she did things like believing in fairies and assorted other crazy stuff. Of course, now it turned out at least the fairies part was real.

Maybe Sybil wasn't that weird after al-- no, no she was still weird.

"Hmmm," she listened to the suggestion while thinking. "HMMMMMMM," she thought a little harder while thinking. "...yeah I don't know. I guess maybe I could try creating a hyperfluxonic lure that will influence the creature's brainwaves to make it follow a specific path... but... I already turned my ...

Jezzy, for her part, did not fire again. Even though she *definitely* hit the last time, she'd better make absolutely sure she knew where it was this time.

Finding the thingie | 1d20 ⇒ 17 (so close)

"Why would you be shocked?" She asked, "Of course they're real."

Jezzy; when it came to her turn; would shoot flux energy into the cloud! Pew pew pew!

She most definitely missed; but the benefit of not being able to see that she missed meant she could imagine she hit!

Pew pew! | 1d20 ⇒ 5