There was a Camp Pining Hearts marathon on the television. Peridot had found out about it mostly by accident, and was now fixated on the television screen for what was probably going on the eleventh episode, now. She'd needed to break for class that morning, true, but that only meant that by the time she returned to the television, she had a rather ( Read more... )

"Log Date, 8-22-2," Peridot said, holding up her little tape recorder from where she was laying on her back on the roof, staring up at the sky. "Fandom Island continues on with its random happenings, in the building lead-up to an event that Tony Stark has informed me is known to the humans of Earth as 'holiday,' and 'Christmas.' I haven't observed ( Read more... )

Peridot was really putting the 'Peri' in 'paranoid' today. Which was a statement that worked much better when said aloud, but she was both unaware of the narrative, and still fairly new to Earth humor to begin with. Suffice it to say, she would have been happy to hide herself under her bed in her dorm room (the first actual functional purpose she ( Read more... )

It started around midnight. Big, purple globs of grape jello, raining down from the sky. Jello drenched the bricks, the emo garden up on the roof, and every window that happened to be on the wrong end of the wind ( Read more... )

Yesterday, Cassandra had made the terrible mistake of traveling across the causeway to explore the strange world that laid beyond it ( Read more... )

Tip would have gone to hang out on the deck after class this afternoon, but apparently being in space didn't stop June from being about a billion and a half degrees outside, and she frankly wasn't interested in sweating through her clothes while sitting still, just now ( Read more... )

It was a particularly gorgeous day out, and Tip didn't have any classes or work or anything she needed to get done. She did have a care package from home, full of snacks from Mom's current grocery store (which included basically anything that would stand up to being dipped or coated in dark chocolate), a case of birch beer, and the world's ugliest ( Read more... )

Dante had a vague and nonspecific image of what Cassandra looked like - but in a school this small, she shouldn't have been so hard to spot. Still, he hadn't managed to run into her at all over the past few days, and it had left him frustrated, antsy and anxious. His two settings had always been 'do something' or 'forget about it'-- but he hadn't ( Read more... )

Rules for interacting with Professor Jerusalem outside of class ( Read more... )