Peridot squinted at the device that was sitting on her corner of the workbench when she came in to Stark Industries for her shift that morning. She poked at it with a screwdriver a few times. Paced back and forth in front of it. Leaned in to get a better look. Leaned back again ( Read more... )

Moment of truth. Today was going to be the day that Peridot put her prototype Homeworld communication system into trial runs. It wasn't that she didn't like the island or the... vaguely terrifying notions of growth and self worth that people kept trying to instill in her. It was more that, if there was any chance that this was an Earth that had ( Read more... )

Peridot was still feeling weird about the results of yesterday's Ethics class, so she was spending her shift today attempting to make up for it the only way she knew how... by learning. Learning in as hands-on a manner as she possibly could. She'd found a book in the library about educational Earth experiments to try at home, and now she was ( Read more... )

Peridot was actually in a pretty good mood, today. She'd come in to work with some plans for a communicator programmed into her screen, and there wasn't some huge stampede of customers coming in to place complaints about flying toasters to get her to clean syrup out of appliances to annoy her, which meant that she might even have time to assemble ( Read more... )

People would have to forgive Peridot if she was the slightest bit antsy, today. This place that the island had landed on seemed to be some sort of hub for portal-like travel, and the possibility that she could just leave the island and find a way to warp to Homeworld again had been chewing at her all morning. So she was here, and she was doing her ( Read more... )

Peter had gone out onto the technicolor world yesterday, taken one look, and shapeshifted his eyes to see about half the color that was there. After that, it wasn't so bad. He kept his guard up, but the inhabitants were friendly and nothing seemed terribly dangerous ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

Absolutely fed up with her lopsided clunk-CLUNK walk, which she'd been stuck with ever since she'd re-formed around the rocky bits to find that her limb enhancers were down one foot, Peridot had decided to employ desperate measures. Taking matters into her own touch stumps, she marched herself down to the rocks, and was now using her arm's built-in ( Read more... )

Peridot was still in a mood. But then, Peridot figured she had every reason to be, what with the lopsided gait she had going for her these days. She still hadn't managed to locate her missing foot, and suspected that it was no longer in the rocky bits at all, that maybe something had made off with it during the time she'd spent rebuilding her body ( Read more... )

It hadn't been hard to find the place, since the address was on the invitation. It seemed to be some kind of theater, though, and once they got there…

Hannibal shrugged. "Do we just go in?"( Do we just go in? )