Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190122030835/@comment-26892768-20190123025217

Elsewhere, the teenager with the odd hamer - John Egbert - is looking around his new location. He got there with everyone else; getting past the minions with his teleportation powers. "man, i'm getting the weirdest sense of déjà vu..."

He shakes his head. "probably nothing. kinda like...wait, those guys! in the room where i was gonna do the windy thing! what happened to them?"

As it so happens, the group in question were lucky enough to have a portal open beneath them when the portals started opening up everywhere in Aperture, meaning they're safe and sound. However, this has the slight side-effect of them not being able to interact with anyone, and thus, they are all confused at the moment.

One of the members of said group - a rather tall, thin woman with pearly white skin, a light blue shirt, blue jeans, pink shoes, a pointy nose, and perhaps most notable of all, a gem of some kind in her forehead - stands up, takes a deep breath, lets out a sigh...and then promptly yells, "What was that!?"

She starts pacing around. "First, some kind of rift between time and space opens up beneath our feet without warning, drops us into a facility of some kind that was going to explode, and then another portal opens up and drops us off in some kind of mountain range!"

She takes a few ragged breathes, steadily smoothing out her breathing, before looking at the rest of her group. "Sorry, it's just...this is all so sudden, I-"

"Eh, don't sweat it, P. Completely understandable! Honestly, after everything on Homeworld, I thought we were going to have it easy for a while..." Another one in the group - a short, purple-skinned woman with a black, ripped shirt, blue pants with big stars on them, and a gem in her chest - stretches out a bit, laying back. "...but it looks like the cosmos has it in for us. Seriously, what caused that? Didn't look like the result of any gem technology I know about."

"I just hope everyone in that place got out before it blew up..." That comment comes from the only notable male in the group - a fourteen year-old who looks more like a young child than anything else, dressed in a pink shirt with a star on it, blue jeans, and sandals.

The last member of the group - an even taller woman with cerise skin, a deep violet afro, a bodysuit of varying colors, and a visor that covers her eyes - is silent for a moment, before speaking up. "Well, you'll be glad to hear that they did."

"Really?" The teen asks, looking at the tall woman. "How do you know?"

"Because we'll be meeting them soon - we have to, if we want to get any answers. They ended up here as well. Shouldn't be too far from where we are..." The woman gets up, looking around.

"Oh! Well, in that case, where do we go?" The pale woman asks.

"That way." She points to her left.

"Alright! Come on, let's get movin'!" And the male heads off, with the others following.

Who are these four?

These are the Crystal Gems.