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Enter the Warp Master [closed]
"Whoooah," Steven says as he stares at the New York City skyline. He's splayed on his back - on his backpack, if you want to get technical - and his palms are being tickled by... grass. Which is not the warp pad he should be feeling.
This is weird. He's good at warping, now. He's the Warp Master! He knows better than to mess around while they're all on the move. What went wrong?
Steven wiggles for a moment like an upended beetle, then rolls over onto his stomach. "Pearl?" he calls out experimentally. Maybe the warp pad they were aiming for got broken. Maybe it scattered them. "Garnet? Amethyst?" He pushes himself upright, then shivers. Wherever he is, it's colder than Beach City. Good thing he came prepared! He unzips his backpack, and a few moments' rummaging produces a hoodie. He pulls it on, puts up the hood, and gives the strings a good jerk to tighten it.
Much better. Now, he can find his friends.
That turns out to be much easier said than done. There are loads of people here. It's like six or seven Beach Cities combined, at least. Usually, warp pads take them to out-of-the-way places where people don't live, not huge, bustling spots like this.
Steven makes his way to the edge of the park, then stops, frowning at the heavy foot traffic. None of the Gems would be able to spot him in that crowd, or hear him over the rest of the noise. There are fewer people back the way he came. Maybe he should retrace his steps to where he arrived, in case his friends land in the same spot. Maybe it was the timing that got messed up, not the location. Maybe the warp pad was buried under the grass! Can that happen?
He'll ask the others when he finds them.
It's good to have a mission, even if it's not the one they originally set out on. Steven starts off at a purposeful march, backpack bouncing, eyes and ears peeled for any sign of Garnet, Pearl, or Amethyst. Or Lion. Hey, maybe Lion will show up!
He's been wandering long enough to start feeling a little apprehensive when he hears the familiar sound of someone playing a guitar. He knows it's not his dad - or at least he's pretty sure (could he have used the warp whistle again?) - but he wanders toward the sound, anyway. He likes music, and the Gems know he likes music. Maybe, if they can hear it, they'll head towards it, too.
Sure enough, the guy playing the guitar is a stranger. But he's playing really well! And he seems approachable, so Steven goes right on ahead and approaches. He doesn't intend to interrupt the performance, but the song is catchy, and the chorus is easy to pick up on, and before he can stop himself, he's singing along in harmony. If only he had his ukulele; then they could really jam.
This is weird. He's good at warping, now. He's the Warp Master! He knows better than to mess around while they're all on the move. What went wrong?
Steven wiggles for a moment like an upended beetle, then rolls over onto his stomach. "Pearl?" he calls out experimentally. Maybe the warp pad they were aiming for got broken. Maybe it scattered them. "Garnet? Amethyst?" He pushes himself upright, then shivers. Wherever he is, it's colder than Beach City. Good thing he came prepared! He unzips his backpack, and a few moments' rummaging produces a hoodie. He pulls it on, puts up the hood, and gives the strings a good jerk to tighten it.
Much better. Now, he can find his friends.
That turns out to be much easier said than done. There are loads of people here. It's like six or seven Beach Cities combined, at least. Usually, warp pads take them to out-of-the-way places where people don't live, not huge, bustling spots like this.
Steven makes his way to the edge of the park, then stops, frowning at the heavy foot traffic. None of the Gems would be able to spot him in that crowd, or hear him over the rest of the noise. There are fewer people back the way he came. Maybe he should retrace his steps to where he arrived, in case his friends land in the same spot. Maybe it was the timing that got messed up, not the location. Maybe the warp pad was buried under the grass! Can that happen?
He'll ask the others when he finds them.
It's good to have a mission, even if it's not the one they originally set out on. Steven starts off at a purposeful march, backpack bouncing, eyes and ears peeled for any sign of Garnet, Pearl, or Amethyst. Or Lion. Hey, maybe Lion will show up!
He's been wandering long enough to start feeling a little apprehensive when he hears the familiar sound of someone playing a guitar. He knows it's not his dad - or at least he's pretty sure (could he have used the warp whistle again?) - but he wanders toward the sound, anyway. He likes music, and the Gems know he likes music. Maybe, if they can hear it, they'll head towards it, too.
Sure enough, the guy playing the guitar is a stranger. But he's playing really well! And he seems approachable, so Steven goes right on ahead and approaches. He doesn't intend to interrupt the performance, but the song is catchy, and the chorus is easy to pick up on, and before he can stop himself, he's singing along in harmony. If only he had his ukulele; then they could really jam.
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That just makes the ones who do stop all the more important, and he's quick to grin at the boy as he approaches. Oh, he likes it when kids come to watch! He hasn't got a lot of experience with them, but he entertains himself with the idea that they might go on to learn to play sometime. Teaching future generations, that's what it's all about!
For all that children like to watch buskers, the harmonizing is quite a surprise. But the Balladeer's a professional, and he doesn't let it catch him off-guard. He just quits his idle pacing to face his new partner, beaming. No one's ever just joined in when he's out here! This is amazing! The kid obviously has an idea of what he's doing too; he really is harmonizing, not just singing along. It's easy to include him on the song too, and when it's over, he finishes with more of a flourish than usual.
Then he executes a rather theatrical bow to the kid, the kind he remembers doing for his old audience sometimes. "Hey, thanks for helping out! That was fun!" Straightening, he glances around over the kid's head. He's pretty young to be walking around the city alone. There must be a parent here somewhere, right?
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His shoulders slump a little as he turns back to the busker. "I kind of lost my friends," he confides. "Something must have gone wrong when we were warping." It's a worrying thought. Nothing like this has happened before. But he's sure the others are looking for him, and wherever he is, it doesn't seem dangerous, just crowded. Brightening, he adds, "But I'm sure they'll be here soon. Maybe I could just... wait here?" By the nice guitar player? That's cool, right? Steven hoists himself onto the bench nearest the busker and settles in with a hopeful smile.
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He shrugs the guitar off his shoulders and sits down with the boy. Under normal circumstances, he might have played a few more songs and waited to see if these friends did show up. But he's got a weird feeling about this one. Even from a distance his song's a little different. The Balladeer probably would have instantly thought him a new Riftie, if he didn't seem so darn calm about all of this.
At least that makes it easy to remain casual himself. "So, what's warping?" For all he knows, that's just some twenty-first century slang he doesn't know about!
He...sort of doesn't really think that's the case.
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"It's how we get around," he explains, swinging his legs idly. It occurs to him that this guy might find magical Gem stuff kind of off-putting, the way his dad does, but there's really no way to answer his question without mentioning it. "Normally we land on a warp pad, but I didn't see one when I got here." He'd ask him if he'd seen one, but if he knew what a warp pad looked like, he probably wouldn't be asking what warping is.
Instead, he says, "My dad plays the guitar! He taught me how to play the ukulele." See, they don't have to talk about weird magic stuff if it makes him uncomfortable.
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That's not really important. What's important is that warping is definitely not twenty-first century slang. He glances off down the path, letting out a long sigh. He's had to break the bad news before, but never to a little kid. If only Greta were here.
Well, she's not.
"This is New York City." He leans back, gesturing at the skyline. He has no idea if it'll mean anything to the kid. "I'm pretty new here too."
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"Wow, really?" He's never been to New York City before. He's not even sure they have a warp pad that leads there. "That's not even close to where we were trying to go."
He frowns at the skyline, then down at his lap. For the first time since his arrival, it occurs to him that things might have gone really wrong. The kind of wrong that won't be fixed by sitting and waiting. The kind of wrong that can only be fixed by working together - but they're not together. What if the others landed safely, and they have no idea where he went? They must be worried about him.
But there's no reason to panic. He might not be with the rest of the Crystal Gems, but he's not alone. He's already made a new friend! Well, almost. He hasn't introduced himself. "I'm Steven," he says, extending a hand politely. Then, his smile turning a bit sheepish, he asks, "Do you have a phone I could borrow? I should probably call home." The Gems won't be there, but he could try his dad, or Connie. One of them could get a message to the others, or tell Lion where to find him. They'll get this straightened out!
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"Um." He hesitates slightly at the question, drumming his fingers on his knee. "Yeah. Yeah, you can borrow my phone. But listen." Shifting closer, he lowers his voice. The Rift isn't much of a secret from the public anymore, not after that time it threw a temper tantrum all over the city, but there's no need to attract attention. "I think you might have gotten here the same way I did. This isn't the same universe I used to live in, I - a bunch of us - all got sucked up by this big rift thing." His tone is rather derisive, more so than if he were talking about some kind of natural phenomenon. It does all this on purpose. "So I don't know if you'll be able to reach whoever you're calling."
All the same, he takes the phone out of his pocket and hands it over with a faintly apologetic expression. "You should give it a shot though." Just because there's not a lot of hope doesn't mean they shouldn't try at all.
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The Balladeer leans in as if to impart a great secret, and Steven sobers accordingly, eyes wide. A rift? He's not sure what, exactly, that means... but it sounds like the kind of thing the Gems would try to fix. He can imagine how they would react if they were here: Garnet would look serious, and Pearl would be worried, and Amethyst would pretend it wasn't a big deal even though it was.
But he wouldn't be worried, because he'd know they'd be able to fix it. They're the Crystal Gems! They always find a way!
But first, he has to find them.
He dials his dad's number with a bit less confidence than he was feeling a few moments ago, and his brow furrows when a recorded voice informs him that the number he's dialed has been disconnected. Connie's number lands him in a stranger's voicemail. He even tries Big Donut, but he just gets another automated message - this one from an insurance company. Steven hangs up, then stares down at the phone in dismay.
"I don't understand," he says, looking back up at the Balladeer. "The numbers were all wrong."
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"It's a different universe. The same people won't be around." There's no warp panels in this world; if there's analogues to Steven and his friends here, they'd probably be unrecognizable. The kid's stranded. "I'm sorry," he says, for lack of any real comfort to give, and lifts the arm nearest Steven in silent invitation. He doesn't know him well, but hugs help a lot of things.
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They must know about it now. He's sure they're looking for him.
He's less sure that he'll be easy for them to find.
The Balladeer's apology stings a little - it sounds too much like giving up - but Steven's not about to turn down a hug. He scoots across the bench and tucks himself against the man's side, like he used to with his dad. Gosh, his dad is going to be scared, isn't he? He and the Crystal Gems. This is bad. What is Steven going to do without them?
How are all the other people who came through the rift thing coping? This happened to the Balladeer, too. He said it had happened to a bunch of people, and Steven's guessing they don't all have people like Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl looking out for them. They must be scared, too.
Steven sniffs, just once. He's not the only one in trouble, so there's no point in feeling sorry for himself. "Maybe we can help each other," he says, craning his neck to peer up at the Balladeer. "If we all work together, I bet we can figure out how to get home. How many other people like us are there?"
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He smiles, despite himself. That's admirable.
"Iiiii dunno," he admits. "I'm pretty sure I haven't met everybody. Maybe thirty?" Given how often he meets rifties who've been here for ages longer than him, he suspects he may be lowballing it. Oh well. "There's some people who've tried, but the Rift is pretty dangerous. That's why you don't wanna get too close to the edges of the city. It'll stop you if it thinks you're trying to leave." Optimistic though he is, the Balladeer definitely knows better than to let Steven think he can just go down there and reason with it. There's no reason to think it'd go easier on him than it did on Iman. It obviously doesn't care if someone's a child.
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Still, this is good information to have. There are lots of people like him and the Balladeer, and when they do want to go after the rift, it'll be easy to find. All they have to do is go to the edge of the city! Pick any direction, and you can't miss it!
"Where do you all live?" he asks, raising his eyebrows in preemptive fascination. He's picturing something a bit like the Crystal Temple, with everyone living in the same big building so they can talk to each other and teach things and make plans.
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Speaking of quarters, where on earth is Steven going to live? Normally the Balladeer just sends new rifties towards an empty room in his own building, but he seems young to live alone. Greta's already got Lily, who's more than enough to handle. Who else is there...?
Maybe he'll just work that out later. "I could take you to see it?" He doesn't mind being done for the day. This is far more important.
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Pearl might describe her as an angel, if she was here. But she's not. Not yet.
It's not every day you get to meet an angel from another universe, though. Or visit a building they own. It's probably huge! "That sounds cool!" Steven says, hopping off the bench with renewed good humor. "Is it far?"
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It's a small thing, but Steven seems like he might enjoy the small adventure of it. Once the guitar is packed away, he hefts it onto his shoulder and stands. "Gabe doesn't live there himself, but I can call him if you want to meet him sometime. Actually, we'll have to get you a phone..." Where do people get phones connected to the Rift network nowadays? For all that he's directed a few new folks to proper lodging, he hasn't actually been involved in that part. Maybe Gabriel can help there too.
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Feeling much more like his usual self, Steven asks, "What is this... subway you speak of?" He drops the tone of playful intrigue for a more genuinely curious, "Does it have something to do with sandwiches? Or the ocean?" Those are the only two 'subs' he can think of off the top of his head.
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"I guess it could! But these are underground trains." He drops his voice to a mysterious pitch, spreading a hand to gesture demonstratively. The reality of it is a little grubby, but isn't it a marvelous idea, really? "They run through tunnels under the whole city. Everyone uses them, if it's too far too walk." He tends to go on foot himself; the trains are mostly for when it's just miserable out.
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"Whoooooaaaaahhh," Steven says appreciatively, eyes widening. "That sounds so cool!" Maybe not as cool as warping, or at least not as fast. But a different kind of cool. "Let's do it!"
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"Sure!" He agrees, altering their course slightly to make for the nearest station. He rides rarely enough that he's not sure of the exact schedule, but he's sure they won't have to wait too long regardless. Home's only a few stops away. "But stay close, okay? It's crowded down there." That's another reason he doesn't take the train much. The sound isn't unbearable, but it can get uncomfortable, especially if he starts to think too hard about it. Why bother unless he has to?
It's a small enough thing, though, and Steven's renewed happiness is easily worth it.
Manhattan streets aren't as packed as the subway stations, but they're still pretty crowded all on their own. The Balladeer didn't quite appreciate it before he had a smaller person to keep tabs on. Ordinarily he's not shy about making his way through, guitar case and all, but he slows his steps and is careful to keep near Steven as they head towards the station. "People busk in the subway stations sometimes too," he shares idly as they go. "Usually when it gets cold. I'm not sure if any of my friends will be down here today."
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He does manage to stick close to the Balladeer, in no small part because he slows his pace enough for Steven's little legs to keep up. It's impossible to keep his attention from straying, though, especially as they leave the park and hit the city streets. The buildings are so tall, taller even than the Crystal Temple. He can't look at them properly without losing his balance, so he settles for gawping at his more immediate surroundings. There's plenty to see: shop windows, newspaper stands, pigeons, an endless stream of people resolutely ignoring everything (how can they do that when everything is so awesome?).
Then the Balladeer speaks, and Steven looks back up at him. Most of his friends can sing, but his dad and Connie are the only other musicians he really knew back home. "Do you know a lot of other buskers?" he asks, already imagining the kind of jam session you could have with lots of other musician buddies. "What do they play?"
The crowd seems to be condensing around them, and Steven shifts a bit closer to the Balladeer as they start to descend a staircase. Oh, man, this must be it! "Subway," he whispers to himself in rapt anticipation.
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The subway station is packed tight. It's a bit dingy, but lit fairly well and with enough turnstiles to handle the crowds. There's no buskers in here today. Maybe down on the platform. "I know most of the Park regulars," he continues, leading the way. "A lot of guitar players, one or two violinists - Frank's got a saxophone!"
Don't kids ride free down here? The Balladeer's got a vague impression of that being the case. It's something he's never had to think about before. But it sounds right, so he swipes his card once and holds the turnstile for Steven. "C'mon, hop through."
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The subway must be amazing if people are in this much of a hurry to get on!
Steven doesn't think twice when the Balladeer waves him through the turnstile, but hops on through without question. The Balladeer must know what he's doing, right? For his part, Steven had the vague idea that they'd have to buy tickets from someone behind a counter, like at the movie theater, but maybe that part is coming up.
"How big are the trains?" he asks. He knows he'll be finding out soon enough, but a) he's excited, and b) it's so crowded (and he's so comparatively short) that he isn't sure he'll get to actually see it very well until he's right up next to it.
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He glances down at the little hand fisted in his jacket. Yeah, the crowds are a little tough to navigate, huh? "Here," he offers, holding out his hand. It's a good idea! "Just watch the guitar case." The way it's hanging, it's at a pretty good height to smack Steven in the face if it swings wrong. He'll adjust it once things clear up a little.
"You know, I'm not sure how long they are exactly." He has to raise his voice to be heard as they weave their way towards their platform. The crowds are thinning out now, as everyone disperses to their various destinations, but there's still quite a few people heading in the same direction as them. People going about their everyday business. At this kind of volume, he actually likes it. "But it's pretty long. You'll probably see some pass by before ours comes. It'll be...over here." After a split-second pause to assess the signs, he leads the way to the right platform. Here, there's some actual breathing room.
"The rails are down there," he explains further, pointing to the edge of the platform. "Don't get too close though, it's dangerous." That would be why there's a yellow line, and all the signs about how you should really not cross the line. He still thinks it bears re-stating.
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"I guess it's hard to tell, if they're in tunnels," Steven allows as they walk to the platform. But if the train is as long as the platform is, that's pretty darn long. Steven cranes his neck to peer down at the rails. Compared to the Gem technology he's seen, it's all a bit dingy and rough-looking. But the people who built it weren't working with magic, and it makes sense that anything built underground would be kind of dirty. Underground is made of dirt.
There's a faint breeze from the tunnel, and a glimmer of light reflected against the tunnel wall. The breeze turns to a gust, the light brightens, there's a rush of noise, and the train appears in a blur of silver and light. "WHAAAAAT," Steven exclaims in general appreciation, his hands clutching his head as the train rattles past. "THAT'S AMAZING!"
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"Yep! There's a lot of them too - you can look at a map of all the routes once ours comes. Probably in a few minutes," he guesses, glancing at his watch. They got here at a pretty good time. Shifting the guitar case to the ground for the moment, he leans back against one of the pillars to watch Steven watch the tracks. "I'd never seen them until I got here, either. Some other cities have subway systems too, but I've never lived anywhere that populated." This is technically true. "This is probably the biggest one in the country." Okay, that one's a guess.
He turns to glance around at everyone else waiting for the train. They're clustered into ones and twos, ignoring each other and looking at their phones for the most part. That's normal for here, but he gets the idea that it's not for Steven. "You can meet people from all over here. It's a big tourist destination, so there's lots of folks passing through." He only means to soften the blow of New York culture. There's not much to say about it, though, so he's faintly relieved when another train blows in, slowing to a stop alongside the platform. Everyone moves as the doors slide open, and the Balladeer hefts the case to his shoulder again and gestures to Steven. "This is it! Watch the gap."
Luckily there's enough seats that they don't have to stand. Steven would probably get crushed. The Balladeer leads the way to a pair, pointing out the route map on the opposite wall. "See, that's all the trains! We're on the green one!"
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Once the train has trundled out of sight, he gives the Balladeer his full attention again. "Beach City gets a lot of tourists in the summer," Steven says with a sage little nod. Not as many as New York, he'd guess, but he's familiar with the concept. People like to visit cool places! He hasn't seen much of New York yet, but he can already understand why tourists would want to come here.
He can't help making an excited keening sound as their train pulls up and they finally get to step aboard. "Oh man oh man oh maaaan." He hops right up onto the seat and presses his face close to the window. He has just enough time to realize that the view probably won't be very exciting - just an endless stretch of tunnel wall - before the Balladeer points out the map. "Which stop are we going to?" he asks, peering at it. Which stop are they at, even? He wasn't exactly paying attention on the way down, but he remembers the Balladeer saying he usually just walks. That probably means the train ride won't be that long.
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It just...doesn't seem quite important enough to tangle with the Rift over. He likes having limbs.
Leaning forward, he rests his elbows on his knees to peer at the map. "Okay, we're at that circle - " He points out the station they're leaving now. The train lurches into motion around them, and the few people still on their feet grab for the bars. Reading subway maps to kids, at least, is probably a common enough sight for them. "And we're going two up. It won't take too long."
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He mimics the Balladeer's posture to read the map, nodding his understanding. And he's right; it isn't long at all before they've reached the next stop, confirmed by a recorded voice announcing the stop's name. There's a brief bustle as some people leave and some step on, and then they're off again. He lurches a little in his seat with an appreciative grin as the train accelerates, and it's hard not to let out a whoop, as if he's on a fairground ride. But no one else is making noise - they all just look bored, which seems unbelievable - so he keeps his mouth shut.
Once the train stops at the next station, Steven hops to his feet and preemptively grabs the Balladeer's hand again. He doesn't want them getting separated so close to where they're going. "Thanks for taking me on the train," he says once they've made it back out onto the platform. "It was fun!"
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He can't bring himself to challenge optimism like that. It goes against his nature. Even his belief that the Rift might keep some people forever is, in the end, something hopeful when he applies it only to himself.
"I've...actually never been swimming," he replies instead, in the tone of someone who may have just now realized this fact. Is that unusual? "I'm sure I could learn, it can't be that hard." Surfing's another matter. But beachside jam sessions...that's something he could really get behind.
He reflexively curls his fingers around Steven's hand in turn as the two of them leave the train. They look like they're together now; no one around here has any way of knowing that he basically just found a lost kid in the park and took him home. Geez, people around here should pay more attention. "You're welcome! I had fun too!" It's crowded here too, and he can only turn and grin at the boy for a second before focusing again on where they're going. This station is smaller than the other one, and they quickly ascend the stairs and emerge into the sunlight again.
"Here we are!" The apartment building is only a couple minute's walk from the station, and the Balladeer gestures grandly up at it as they arrive. It isn't entirely worth the pomp. On the outside, there's little to distinguish it from any of the other tall brick buildings along the street; it certainly doesn't look like it's owned by an angel. He bounds up the steps and opens the door for Steven, brow crinkling slightly as a thought occurs to him. "You remember how to get here, right? All you'd have to do is take that same line to the same stop, if you ever need to find your way back." He doesn't see any reason why he should be out in the city alone, but you can't rely on plans with the Rift around. For all he knows, it'll teleport Steven to Queens tomorrow. He should be able to find his way home.
...or, you know. Here.
Where is Steven going to stay, exactly?
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Steven would be tempted to offer lessons, but it's way too cold out for swimming.
They emerge from the subway into a nicer-looking neighborhood than the one they were in before, and Steven raises his eyebrows, surprised and impressed by how different things look. They didn't even go that far! Is the whole city like this? Like, a bunch of little, different cities smashed together?
Still, the building the Balladeer leads them to isn't quite as cool-looking as the Crystal Temple. It's not as tall, anyway, and it's not shaped like a Gem. But it's fancier than any of the other buildings in Beach City, and Steven whistles, impressed.
The question catches him a little off guard, but then he nods. "We were the green one, and we got off at 86th street," he recites. See? He's got this!
The building's interior reminds him a little of Peridot's ship. It's all straight lines and hallways and doorways. Pearl would like the symmetry, he thinks. But it doesn't look lived in, and he looks up at the Balladeer uncertainly. "Do we all get our own rooms?" That's how it worked in the Crystal Temple, but they could all hang out in the house his dad built on the outside. Where do all the rift people who live here hang out together?
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That's all well and good for displaced adults. Steven's too young to live alone. More than that, he doesn't seem as if he'd like it. "Don't worry," he continues, pausing for a moment at the top of the stairs and turning to smile reassuringly down at Steven. "You don't have to live alone."
Entering onto his own floor, he cranes his head down the hall towards Greta's door for a moment. It sounds like she's home - but didn't he already decide he wasn't going to drop another child on her out of the blue? She's going through enough, she's doing enough. He can handle things on his own. Unlocking the door, he leads Steven inside.
His apartment is pretty sparse, as if he doesn't spend a lot of time in it. But there's musical instruments set carefully up in the living room and photos of landscapes hanging on the walls. He's been making more of an effort lately. "You can stay here, if you want?" The Balladeer offers, faintly uncertain. He hasn't really got any idea how to do this. It's just obviously the right thing to do. "Or I can take you to meet some of my friends in the building later."
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But he doesn't like the idea of having an apartment all to himself, either. There's something sort of unfriendly about all these doors, bare except for their numbers and preemptively shut. He hasn't been here very long, but from what the Balladeer's told him, he's getting the impression that the rift people haven't banded together as much as Steven presumed they would.
Aren't they lonely?
The Balladeer's apartment isn't too reassuring on that point. It's nice, but there's no friendly mess, no traces left by visitors. His breath catches when he spies the stand of instruments - there's the ukulele! - but overall, it's less warm-looking than he would have expected, considering how nice the Balladeer is. Maybe he's lonely, when he's not out busking.
But hey, he wouldn't be lonely if Steven was staying with him! Maybe that's why he offers. Still, Steven doesn't want to impose. "Are you sure?" he asks, fiddling with his hoodie strings. "I mean, it's okay if you want your own space." The Gems all have their own rooms in the temple, after all. It's the lack of common space here that throws him, not the thought of people wanting to get away sometimes.
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Well hey, Steven's not so young. He can probably do lots of things for himself! The Balladeer has a very vague conception of child development, but that seems likely.
Turning back to Steven, he notices the fidgeting. Is he worried? He frowns and gets back to his feet. "I mean, you can get your own if you want! I don't have an extra bed or anything..." And while he doesn't have a lot of furniture to begin with, there's definitely not room for much else in here. There's the couch, of course, but that seems a little unfortunate as a permanent thing. He'd been thrilled to get a bed of his own. Maybe he could find one of those couches that turns into a bed?
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Brightening, he adds, "I don't mind sleeping on the couch!" He's managed to sleep under far less comfortable circumstances, after all. He hops up onto said couch, gives the upholstery a few assessing pokes, and nods. "This'll be fine."
Steven shrugs off his backpack and pulls it onto his lap. "And I came prepared," he adds. "I've got all sorts of useful stuff in here." See? He's totally worth keeping around!
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Whatever Steven has, it's surely not enough to prepare him for living in a new city. The Balladeer's gonna have to pick up some things - bedding, more food. Schoolbooks? Does Steven need schooling?
He really ought to ask Greta about all this.
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"Ta-daaaa!" he concludes with a sweeping gesture. He's ready for anything!
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"Neat." He sounds genuinely impressed as he puts the raft back with the rest. That bag carries a lot more than he thought it did just from looking. A lot of it is odd, but the extra clothes will come in handy - and hey, who's he to say that a rock might not ever be useful? "You carry all this stuff all the time?"
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It occurs to him, a little belatedly, that 'missions' might require further explanation. Most kids don't go on missions, they go to school. "I'm a Crystal Gem," he elaborates, hiking up his shirt to show off the shiny, rose-colored gemstone set where a normal child would have a belly button. "We defend the Earth from danger! Usually it's just mutant Gems; that's what we were going after today." Before the whole rift thing happened. It's okay, though; Steven's sure the others can handle some mutant Gems without him.
Taking in the Balladeer's expression, he adds, "I guess you don't have those in this universe."
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His confusion must have showed on his face. He smiles a bit sheepishly. Most of what Steven has to say isn't actually throwing him much; plenty of people have interesting stories around here. "Nah, nothing like that. But don't worry! It's not the strangest thing I've heard. Some of the others have magic - sometimes the Rift actually gives people a little bit when they come through. Normally pretty subtle stuff, I think." He actually doesn't know much about how Rift powers work. Probably, knowing the Rift, there's not any actual rules to it.
Leaning forward, he tries to get a good look at the gem while it's visible. It doesn't look like a piercing. From here, Steven's skin seems to just meld perfectly with the crystal. Is it part of him? Would that make a mutant Gem...just sort of a mutated Steven?
Ugh.
He'd sort of like to inspect the Gem further, but he's aware that you don't just go around poking people in the stomach. "How do you do that?" he asks, leaning back. "Defend Earth, I mean."
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"With magic!" he says, letting his shirt drop back down. "The mutant Gems - Pearl says they're broken. It's not their fault. We don't know how to fix them, yet, so we bubble them and keep them in the Temple, where they can't hurt anyone by mistake. They're safe in there."
He should probably tell the Balladeer who Pearl is, huh? He's never had to explain everything to someone before. But the more people who know about the other Crystal Gems, the better - that way, there will be lots of people who might recognize them when they show up.
"Pearl is one of the other Crystal Gems," Steven says. "It's her, Garnet, Amethyst, and me. They've all got weapons they can pull out of their gems, if they need to fight someone." He gives his stomach a rueful look. "I have a shield, but I can't always get it to appear when I want it to." It does tend to show up when he really needs it, but he wants to have it under control. The others make it look so easy.
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"Well, I don't know a lot about magic," he says encouragingly, "But I'm sure it'll come with practice! Just like learning to play an instrument, right?" At least, he understands that other people had to practice to learn.
The fact that the other Crystal Gems all have actual gemstone names doesn't fly past him. But Steven's young - maybe he'll get one when he graduates from training or whatever. "Are there only the four of you? For the whole world?"
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He'll ask later.
"That's what the warp pads are for," he says. "We can go all over the place really quickly. Most of them go to places the Gems left behind, but that's where the trouble usually is, anyway." He's not even sure where many of the places are in relation to Beach City, but he gathers that most of them are too far to go on foot.
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The Balladeer wonders if that's quite as horrifying as Steven's making it sound. He isn't doing it on purpose. But even with so little context, the Balladeer can imagine the kind of things that might result in so many people getting...broken, mutated, becoming dangerous and mindless. They aren't things he cares to question Steven about further right now.
Instead he pops back to his feet, stepping around the couch towards the kitchen. "Hey, are you hungry? It's getting later." On his own, he tends to just eat whenever he feels like it, but he supposes he's willing to stick to any routine Steven might have.
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Hey, maybe tomorrow, he can make breakfast! He's really good at breakfast, and if there are no mutant gems here, it means his waffles almost definitely won't come to life and try to attack anyone.
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There is definitely, technically, food in the apartment. But the Balladeer tends to eat street food a lot, out as much as he is, so what he's finding in the cabinets is pretty basic. He clatters around for a few seconds, opening and closing the fridge. "Spaghetti?" There's the audible equivalent of a shrug in his voice. "Soup. Or sandwiches, there's bread. Eggs?" Eggs can be a dinner food!