Her first thought is how? The second is, how did this not happen sooner? Because all things considered, she's run the whole gamut. Traveled through time, went into her Grunkle Stan's mind, switched bodies with her brother, almost got married to a bunch of gnomes stacked on top of each other, zombies...there was a pterodactyl in the mix somewhere...
So really this is...it was coming, she should have expected it.
It doesn't make it any less spectacular. The first thing Mabel does (after being ushered to some wacky space doctor and being told to sign a contract, which she did mostly to get them to stop telling her to do so) is book it full speed, searching, searching. She finds it surprisingly quickly. The highest point in the ship. She gasps aloud. Presses her face to the glass until her nose is flattened to her cheek. It's so beautiful! The sweeping view of the wingspan (those panels were solar thingers, right?) the expanse of stars. Stars....for as far as she can see.
And as the magnificence of it all fades, Mabel's gape of awe drops. She folds her lower lip between her teeth and chews it, suddenly nervous.
She reaches out to pat the leg (or shoulder, if you're short enough) of the nearest passerby and throws on a forcible smile.]
Hey there, fellow space cadet! These uniforms, are they made out of cling-wrap or what, amirite? [Ice-breaker! She laughs at her own joke before ever so casually seguing to the matter at hand.] So, rough estimate: how far would you say this ship is from...Earth?
MOIRA: GARDENS
[The rest of the ship was kinda poopy. She's been exploring for a bit and while the shiny space glow and all the buttons was really cool at first she was getting kinda tired of the same old, same old. She'd already drawn thirty hearts in fog on the glass, along with secret messages, for the next person to come by any of the windows and fog it up with their breath to discover. But aside from that it was just windows, walls, floors, and lots of things she'd been shushed out of touching before she could press a finger to them. Excuse her for trying to climb inside the medical bay pods, if you didn't want her pretending to be plankton being eaten alive, maybe you shouldn't have made them look like tiny whales!]
Uuuuugh, am I gonna be stuck in this party pooper prison forever? I thought space was supposed to have adventures. And laser guns, and blob beasts and stuff!
[Mabel wrenches open the next door with a heavy frown. Which immediately turns into an ear to ear grin.]
PLANTS! [She declares loudly. So many plants! This place was so huge and green and wow, she didn't even realize how bad her eyes were hurting from the future-y space lights until now. What a relief. She skips inside and grabs the first pot she finds, thrusting her face into the greenery and inhaling deeply.
It's amazing. Oh gosh. What kind of weirdo plants from alien planets might live here? Would any of them have sentience? Would any of them have crazy space fruits? Flowers? Could she pick the flowers and create the galaxy's most radical daisy crown? She whispers to the plant, eyes wide at the possibilities.]
I'm going to sniff every last one of you.
ERIS - 6578: CASINO
[The formal wear was baloney. How was she supposed to stand out in a crowd when everyone looked exactly the same in their weirdo old unitards? In rebellion she's slipped her sweater on over-top. It's not her personal best, but it sure beats looking like a black noodle in a sea of black noodles. Even Pacifica would agree this place was not the good kind of fancy.
Though, as she worms her way through a door unimpeded and finds herself at a dazzling casino, she has to concede that maybe they were just a little bit cool. No one stopped the twelve year old from entering an adults-only establishment. Maybe the rules were different in space?
OH! OH! WHAT IF SHE LEARNED SPACE POKER AND CAME BACK TO WHOOP GRUNKLE STAN'S BUTT? He'd be so jealous. And maybe she could win enough money to buy that human sized hamster ball after all!
Within five seconds, she's assumed possession of a stool at a likely looking table, slamming her hand down and squaring the dealer off with a hard edged stare.]
Deal me in — [She squints at the nametag.] — Clancy!
Mabel Pines | Gravity Falls
[Space. Space??
Space!!!
Her first thought is how? The second is, how did this not happen sooner? Because all things considered, she's run the whole gamut. Traveled through time, went into her Grunkle Stan's mind, switched bodies with her brother, almost got married to a bunch of gnomes stacked on top of each other, zombies...there was a pterodactyl in the mix somewhere...
So really this is...it was coming, she should have expected it.
It doesn't make it any less spectacular. The first thing Mabel does (after being ushered to some wacky space doctor and being told to sign a contract, which she did mostly to get them to stop telling her to do so) is book it full speed, searching, searching. She finds it surprisingly quickly. The highest point in the ship. She gasps aloud. Presses her face to the glass until her nose is flattened to her cheek. It's so beautiful! The sweeping view of the wingspan (those panels were solar thingers, right?) the expanse of stars. Stars....for as far as she can see.
And as the magnificence of it all fades, Mabel's gape of awe drops. She folds her lower lip between her teeth and chews it, suddenly nervous.
She reaches out to pat the leg (or shoulder, if you're short enough) of the nearest passerby and throws on a forcible smile.]
Hey there, fellow space cadet! These uniforms, are they made out of cling-wrap or what, amirite? [Ice-breaker! She laughs at her own joke before ever so casually seguing to the matter at hand.] So, rough estimate: how far would you say this ship is from...Earth?
MOIRA: GARDENS
[The rest of the ship was kinda poopy. She's been exploring for a bit and while the shiny space glow and all the buttons was really cool at first she was getting kinda tired of the same old, same old. She'd already drawn thirty hearts in fog on the glass, along with secret messages, for the next person to come by any of the windows and fog it up with their breath to discover. But aside from that it was just windows, walls, floors, and lots of things she'd been shushed out of touching before she could press a finger to them. Excuse her for trying to climb inside the medical bay pods, if you didn't want her pretending to be plankton being eaten alive, maybe you shouldn't have made them look like tiny whales!]
Uuuuugh, am I gonna be stuck in this party pooper prison forever? I thought space was supposed to have adventures. And laser guns, and blob beasts and stuff!
[Mabel wrenches open the next door with a heavy frown. Which immediately turns into an ear to ear grin.]
PLANTS! [She declares loudly. So many plants! This place was so huge and green and wow, she didn't even realize how bad her eyes were hurting from the future-y space lights until now. What a relief. She skips inside and grabs the first pot she finds, thrusting her face into the greenery and inhaling deeply.
It's amazing. Oh gosh. What kind of weirdo plants from alien planets might live here? Would any of them have sentience? Would any of them have crazy space fruits? Flowers? Could she pick the flowers and create the galaxy's most radical daisy crown? She whispers to the plant, eyes wide at the possibilities.]
I'm going to sniff every last one of you.
ERIS - 6578: CASINO
[The formal wear was baloney. How was she supposed to stand out in a crowd when everyone looked exactly the same in their weirdo old unitards? In rebellion she's slipped her sweater on over-top. It's not her personal best, but it sure beats looking like a black noodle in a sea of black noodles. Even Pacifica would agree this place was not the good kind of fancy.
Though, as she worms her way through a door unimpeded and finds herself at a dazzling casino, she has to concede that maybe they were just a little bit cool. No one stopped the twelve year old from entering an adults-only establishment. Maybe the rules were different in space?
OH! OH! WHAT IF SHE LEARNED SPACE POKER AND CAME BACK TO WHOOP GRUNKLE STAN'S BUTT? He'd be so jealous. And maybe she could win enough money to buy that human sized hamster ball after all!
Within five seconds, she's assumed possession of a stool at a likely looking table, slamming her hand down and squaring the dealer off with a hard edged stare.]
Deal me in — [She squints at the nametag.] — Clancy!