May 31, 2016 09:22
"Log Date, 6-4-2. The island that my escape pod landed on continues to travel from world to world, and Homeworld remains out of sight. As long as the fragment of Earth that I'm trapped on continues to land on planets that aren't Earth, I should have plenty of time to try to locate a Homeworld warp, or at least some means of communicating with somebody back on Homeworld. In the meantime, my efforts to piece together a rudimentary understanding of Fandom Island's local human population remain ongoing. The Gratuity has been helpful in assisting me with finding materials for better understanding the local written language, and the Rufus explained to me the concept of human aging. I find the process to be... disturbing on multiple levels, though his explanations do fall in line with my admittedly limited understanding of human bodily operations."
She frowned thoughtfully, walking back and forth a few times with a heavy 'clank clank clank' every time her feet fell while she waited for her screen to stop glitching on her. When it stabilized again, she continued her recording.
"There are... flaws... in the human design that make me wonder how they continue to persist as a species. But my recent expedition into the local settlement of 'Knothole' reaffirms that those flaws are consistent to most organic life." She wrinkled her nose. "The local species here do differentiate themselves from the island's human population in that they immediately recognized me as non-organic, and their immediate hostility toward me when I confirmed their observations leads me to hypothesize that this planet, Mobius, must have had interactions with Gems before."
Or something something... robots. Peridot frowned and paused in her recording to tap experimentally at a crack on her visor. She'd missed a lot of what the local organic beings had been saying as the blue one spun at her in a way she'd only ever seen certain varieties of Quartz do before. Much of it had sounded mocking and jubilant, but none of it had seemed terribly inviting.
"Make a note to learn what a robot is. In the meantime, I have no intentions of visiting Knothole again. There's a largely non-organic city on the horizon that looks far more inviting, anyway. Peridot, Cut-5."
And then she closed her screen and started stalking back toward the island.
She hated this mission.
[OOC: Open! Feel free to bump into the grumpy Gem as she stalks back to Fandom from her short-lived visit to Knothole!]
places: mobius,
topic: log date