Stark Industries, Saturday morning

[kenselvren]

Jalian had missed a few weeks due to the oddities of the island, but she was back here again now, working on her Doorway.

Which apparently meant she also had to work"Fine," she told JARVIS, "I will write labels for these things. Do you have the vacuum tubes I need

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[angry_pie_slice]

So, Peridot had been told to seek employment at the human business, Stark Industries. She had no idea when the manager was going to be in, and she wasn't going to admit how long she had spent wandering around the streets trying to read the names of each place she went. But eventually, she found her way here, and made her way inside.

To pause. And to blink at the familiar face at work here. And to tilt her head.

"Are you the manager? I'm looking for a... job."

Wrong day of the week, 'Dot.

[kenselvren]

Jalian looked up and didn't quite smile, but looked a bit more pleasant than she had when scowling at her work. "Peridot, cut 5." She bowed a little to the being. "I'm not the manager. That is Tony Stark, I think."

At least, he was the one who'd agreed to let her work on things here in return for minding the shop.

[angry_pie_slice]

Well, that seemed promising. Peridot tilted her head at Jalian thoughtfully, and then nodded.

"Then I'll speak with the Tony Stark about the possibility of my finding employment here in exchange for human 'money,'" she decided. And then, because manners seemed... useful, in situations like these, she added, "Thank you, Jalian d’Arsennette y ken Selvren. Do you know where I might find the Tony Stark?"

Things like 'work hours' hadn't really occurred to her yet.

[kenselvren]

"Here," Jalian said. "Only not now. When I saw him here, it was a Monday."

She snorted, glad to have maybe finally found someone who shared her opinion. "Money is ridiculous; nearly everything here seems to rely upon it."