Unlimited Books, But No Book

The Spamazon Drone quietly docks with the Ship-Post, which still sits like a quiet hunk of metal outside the mining site. It hasn't taken off yet -- Barnon and Twilight have been... distracted.

They're doubled over, laughing, tears in their eyes.

They've spent the last two hours roughly going over the Ships layout, some ground rules like what to touch and what not to touch; and most importantly, Barnon got to show off the veritable hoard of bullshit he's purchased that had yet to be spaced. From defunct, limited-time items, bullshit purchased off Knockoff Drop shipping sites, to the sheer cultural shock between their two worlds that gave it a level of underlying comedy. Over the ships speakers, a playlist of music, once ranging from Earth Classic Rock, now devolved into the absolute brainrot of Neo-Vibe-Grunge-Phonk, plays ambiently.

Twilight's worries were eased, at least for the moment; the two simply... having fun.

The Ping of the Drone Arrival Alert takes them away from their most recent distraction, Barnon wheezing as he stumbles to the Kitchen. The package thumps out of its associated Slot, and Barnon starts to open it with one of the kitchen knives.

"Computer?" Twilight pipes up. "Another quote from the ancient scholar, Joe of Rogan, please." She requests, stifling a giggle.

"I don't care if you're Gay, Black, Chinese, Straight. That means nothing to me. It's all an illusion." The Computer helpfully pings.

"...What's a Chinese?" Twilight asks, tilting her head. That gets a snort out of Barnon; but he wouldn't be trying to tackle that today.

"You'll find out eventually, it's just a type of human. First --" Barnon spins around, holding up another Holopad. It slowly boots up, a bar of light blinking several times before it kicks on. It displays a circular loading sign, as it imports the previous Holopad's settings, saved locally on the Ship-Post.

"Won't have the most recent stuff, like the Camera Feeds anymore, but it should have most of it. I can always re-install that later, anyway." Barnon says, holding it out to her as it finishes booting.

Twilight takes it carefully in her magic, holding it close. Her eyes are wide, glancing between it and Barnon. "So, everything from... last week and before, right?" She asks, and Barnon nods.

"Since you're... here, just don't look up illegal shit. Or more oiled up humans. Ask first, basically, and I won't put any Parental locks on it, or whatever." Barnon shrugs, teasing. Twilight doesn't fluster as much as he thought she would.

"Go on uh... Spamazon, that icon right there." He points out with a finger. "And look up some of the stuff you need if you'll be staying here. Like, toiletries, vitamins or... whatever. Shampoo. That kind of shit. I don't have much, but I've got a few Credits in the account, so we can load you up at least."

Barnon blows a raspberry, glancing around. He could use a shower -- and he needed to get the ship going.
"Just don't buy anything, yet. Put it in the cart, and we'll check it after." Barnon explains, pushing off the kitchen counter. He had no idea how long she actually wanted to stay for, but... well, they could talk about that later.

Twilight nods.
"Anything I need? Really?"

"Yeah, go for it. Computer?" Barnon nods, before glancing upwards, vaugely.

The computer Pings in affirmation.

"Sector 52, Handelgrohba Station. Blipspeed." Barnon rattles off, scratching the back of his head. Honestly, could use a nap, too.

The Computer pings again.
"Affirmative. Calculating route... Two Week estimated travel time. Is this acceptable, or would you like to upgrade to our Sub-Blink Package? Warning: Sub-Blink is outside your current Tax Bracket, but is achievable through Loans that would persist for... 34 years, at reasonable rates."

Shit, forgot to pay the License to quit the Spamazon advertising. Happens every time he needs to set a route, but since he'd fly for like, a week straight, if not more, it always slipped his mind until he had to go somewhere again.
"Confirm Route, no on Upgrade." He huffs.

The Computer pings.

Twilight glances at him.
"...What Station?"

"Hand. Del. Groh. Bah. Station." He spaces out. Gave him trouble the first time, too. Twilight tries to mouth it out with him, frowning.
"Big space station. Think my Ship, but town sized, and it doesn't really move." Barnon explains.

He didn't think those pretty purple eyes could get any wider. Yet here they were, taking up most of her face.
"They get BIGGER?!"

"Yep."

She slowly looks down to the Holopad, starting to paw at it with a hoof. It blinks awake, loading.

"Alright, have fun. I'm gonna catch a shower -- still stinky." He mutters, thumbing towards the Bathroom, starting to turn.

"...I don't mind your smell." Twilight mumbles.

"What was that?" Barnon pauses, glancing over his shoulder.

"O-oh, uh. Nothing. Just... thanks. For everything." Twilight covers, sighing in relief as Barnon just nods.

"Yeah, sure thing. You would've done the same for me if I got dumped on your side of the portal, right?" Barnon asks, rhetorically. He throws her a smile, before the Bathroom Capsule hisses shut, leaving Twilight alone again.

Well, less alone than when she first arrived. He was just in the bathroom.

Her eyes float down to the Holopad, heart-rate starting to kick up.

Barnon said that most of everything on the Holopad had been preserved.

To tell the truth, she'd cracked the Password on the fourth day, through Trial and Error. And she'd... snooped, a little.

Quietly, glancing up to the bathroom several times as she hears the muffled sounds of the shower, Twilight opens the pictures & videos app. She knows exactly what she's looking for.

She scrolls up for a moment, before finding the pictures of Barnon.

The ones of him in the bathroom. Naked. Posing. Likely having been drinking, judging by the bottle, having fun by himself.

Her heart is pounding, like she's getting away with something she shouldn't be. She opens the first picture, biting her lip.

The Bathroom Capsule hisses open, Barnon sticking his head out, now just a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Hey, you didn't need to piss or anything before I went in, right?" He asks.

Twilight startles, making a loud 'EEP' as she throttles the Holopad underneath the closest Pillow, leaning on it as casually as she could.
"N-NOPE! T-THANKS THOUGH!" Twilight 'Casually Shouts', very un-suspiciously.

Barnon gives her an odd look, but shrugs. He'd just check what she'd been searching up later.

The Capsule seals shut again, and Twilight lets out a trembling sigh.

Within a minute, she's already looking at the picture again, staring with eyes that behold indecent thoughts.