(The tap, even despite being gentle, causes the rocket to rock back and forth for a second. Olimar turns to see a giant, unlike anything he's ever seen before!
He pushes the buttons in front of him to try and access a system. Seems he didn't quite understand or hear the words.)
"Is this how its supposed to be?"
(The spaceship is slowly rotating, so the top of the ship becomes visible, revealing a pilot's glass and the pilot- the 1 inch tall Captain Olimar.)
(Only one inch tall.)
[ @infinitehorizxn.bsky.social ]
(A tiny spaceship, no more than a foot in length, is tootling around looking for a place to land.)
[ @onettpowerhouse.bsky.social ]
(Seemingly on its own, an apple is moving through some short grass.)
[ @herbalist-trainer.bsky.social ]
(Everything is still in their room, but everything is in a slightly off position.)
[ @spaceydashrial.bsky.social ]
(A tiny spaceship, no more than a foot long, flies through the vacuum of the cosmos, rather 'slowly,' at least relative to a space-bound speedster such as the one the ship tootles past now.)
"That assistance would be most helpful!
I seemed to have. Ahem.
Forgotten." 💧
(One inch tall.)
"I am not familiar with him, I fear."
"Who?"
"Any of the what?"
"She's a quiet woman, for sure. Though, I can't put 'quiet' in a box.
I usually tried to do something shiny. She has all the creativity in the family- I can never top her gifts."
"Heavens. On this world too?
...
...I still need to get my wife something."
"Standards vary from place to place. Koppaites would find my large nose quite repulsive, but such a trait is of quite merit on my home of Hocotate."
"Nonsense. There is nothing unpleasant about your face."
"I do not think they understand words.
Also, I am their captain! I believe."
"Broken?"
(He blows the whistle attached to his space helmet. The Pikmin all take notice, and stop what they're doing to form rank.)
"Thankfully no."
(He dusts off his spacesuit once he is put down.)
"Many thanks. Now I can actually see your face, without the glare of the...
...sun?
In my eyes."
(The staring continues.
Two or three at the back of the pack start to do a jig, though likely this was their own boredom and idea than any command given by the queen.)
(They stare blankly at the queen, and then to their captain, and then to the queen.)
"May you help me onto that table's surface? I suspect this position is not ideal for either of us our necks."
(If either of them have necks.)
"Yes. But. I do not know how to make them do it. They just do it sometimes."
"Ha! I am on the shorter end on my planet too. I simply cannot win."
"I am a freight captain for Hocotate Freight- which, would not be familiar to you.
Everyone here is... large."
"I am Captain Olimar."
"Well. If that is not the crux of the conversation, may I ask who you are?"
"Oh..."
"Would you like to describe the image?"
