Dorm roof, Tuesday afternoon

[intotheout]

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 belt, courtesy of J.Lo.

She was absolutely rocking that ugly ass belt, thank you. She was also munching on chocolate covered edamame and flipping through the paperback her mom had sent her (a cheesy looking YA romance about gay dragons, excellent) and kicking her feet out into the open air in a manner that would probably make anyone afraid of heights moan and cringe. Rihanna was playing on her phone, the sun was shining on her face, and all was right and pleasant in the world.

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[intotheout]

"Yup. You just have to bring it back in the same shape you got it in, so other people can use it later when they need to."

[era_two_triangle]

"I think I can do that."

It seemed reasonable, really. Most of the resources that Peridot put to use had to be returned in the same shape she got them in. Her robonoids were the few exceptions, there, basically being expendable drones that she could send out to do her work remotely. They were expected to take some damage now and again. She really, really wasn't looking forward to reporting what had happened to the warship, though...