Transcript S2 E17: Grace Narrator X: (Everett) “Well, I’d offer you some canned bread,” Everett says, “but I know you’d hate it.” Narrator S: (Micky) “Actually, canned bread sounds amazing right now. After weeks of eating nothing but vomit fruit, regular awful bread would be a feast.” [Echoing hoofbeats and indistinct background conversation.]  X: (Everett)…

Transcript S2 E16: The Vot Hypothesis Narrator M: Merlin has been pondering the orb so hard, you guys. [A contemplative bell and wood block melody.] Narrator S: While the ground team has been searching the cosmos for the way home, Merlin has been orb-pondering as he has never orb-pondered before.  M: The sun has proven…

Transcript S2 E15: Crushing Narrator X: The ground crew, here in the dark city, is attempting to get some sleep while they wait to hear back from the sun team about the, uh… oh, you know, just the feasibility of controlling the entire sun in order to aid in the expedition’s desperate intention to fly…

Transcript S2 E14: Guiding Light Narrator X: The Stagecoach glides through the weightless void, searching for the way home. [Whooshing engine noise and folksy guitar music.] Narrator S: They’re drawing gradually closer to the curved edge of the cosmos, the city-encrusted bedrock shell.  Narrator M: They are attempting to chart a course in the general…

Transcript S2 E13: The Other Side Narrator X: (Hambing) “Hah!” [Ongoing grunts of effort.] Inside the sun, armed with his trusty spear, Hambing hacks through a jungle of insane tearror weirdness.  Narrator S: Now that he’s no longer martini-glass-size, this task is less of a problem for him. But there’s still the fact that every…

Transcript S2 E12: Alienation Narrator X: (Guy) “Hello,” the crew hovering inside the Ship’s control deck hear through the Biological Man’s teletheric. “I’m Guy.” Narrator S: All eyes turn to Steve, who is hovering upside down beside a punch-disc input. Within his flickering head-satchel, his fluidic brain eyeball spasms and darts, boggling at the teletheric,…

Transcript S2 E11: Elsewhere Narrator M: Merlin is alone. [A heavy, unfamiliar ambience.] He is perched atop a mountain of insane garbage.  Narrator S: The Biological Man’s voice emanates from his chest, with Cleo sob-squealing in the background.  M: (Biological Man) “What happened? What happened, Merlin? Are you okay?” (Merlin) “I’m– I’m all right. I…

Transcript S2 E10: Burn Narrator X: The Foldlight illuminates. [Tense, frantic music.] The control deck comes alive with instant, urgent, lightning-fast activity, with the humming and whirring sounds of various bocular and punch-discular devices. [A menacing Sentinel sound.] (Steve) “Oh no, here it comes! Shut the door! Shut the door!” Narrator M: bellows Steve, sproinging…

Transcript S2 E09: Bottled Up Narrator S: In the unnerving golden light of the sun, the shard of rainbow crystal is really quite beautiful, truly like a prism.  Narrator X: Its iridescence is darker, deeper, more colorful, more strange, intensified by the stark glare of this place’s dim star.  Narrator M: The single light source…

Transcript S2 E08: Thought Exercise Narrator M: Here in the archway-covered plaza, crisscrossed by splinters of edgeless, textureless bedrock, the remaining members of the Ship’s crew – plus Steve – stand gathered around a glowing underfold princess.  [A quivering synth melody.] Narrator S: Her blue-green-pink bioluminescence glitters weakly against the ultrablack stone of the city. …