Stark Industries, Friday
Peridot was looking a little more sullen than usual as she clunk-CLUNKed her way in to work that morning. For all of her looking (and the help she'd had in doing so), she hadn't been able to locate her missing gravity connector. And, well, she needed that. She'd be relegated to a lifetime of lopsided clunking without, and Gems lived for a very long time.
It was around noon when the small troupe of gremlins poured in through the front door, one of them holding the foot in question high over its little gremlin head. It had been decorated in dried wildflowers from the planetoid with the campground on it, and smelled faintly of grease and tomato sauce. Apparently one of Peridot's memory loss minions had found it out on the rocky bits, and had taken it home as a memento of their time together.
According to the other gremlins, it had actually been a bit creepy.
Peridot would thank anybody coming in to Stark Industries at about noon to not say one word about the group hug involving four gremlins, one little green alien, and a disembodied foot.
[OOC: Open! Flying without OCD, because I'm lazy as usual!]
It was around noon when the small troupe of gremlins poured in through the front door, one of them holding the foot in question high over its little gremlin head. It had been decorated in dried wildflowers from the planetoid with the campground on it, and smelled faintly of grease and tomato sauce. Apparently one of Peridot's memory loss minions had found it out on the rocky bits, and had taken it home as a memento of their time together.
According to the other gremlins, it had actually been a bit creepy.
Peridot would thank anybody coming in to Stark Industries at about noon to not say one word about the group hug involving four gremlins, one little green alien, and a disembodied foot.
[OOC: Open! Flying without OCD, because I'm lazy as usual!]