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fandomhighdorms2016-08-05 11:00 am
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Fourth Floor Common Room, Friday Morning
Yesterday, Cassandra had made the terrible mistake of traveling across the causeway to explore the strange world that laid beyond it.
Today, she was paying the price.
She sat down on the floor in the common room, chunks of her armor in hand. She had some sticks and rags and other equipment, and there was determination and frustration visible in her brow. This, indeed, would be a daunting task; her first attempts at it made that clear. She sighed, picked up a small stick, and plunged it into one of the hinges of her armor. She wiggled it, nudged it, and finally produced-- a small sliver of rainbow-colored dirt and plant matter.
"Ugh."
She stared down at the many-colored grains all over her armor. This was going to take a while.
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Today, she was paying the price.
She sat down on the floor in the common room, chunks of her armor in hand. She had some sticks and rags and other equipment, and there was determination and frustration visible in her brow. This, indeed, would be a daunting task; her first attempts at it made that clear. She sighed, picked up a small stick, and plunged it into one of the hinges of her armor. She wiggled it, nudged it, and finally produced-- a small sliver of rainbow-colored dirt and plant matter.
"Ugh."
She stared down at the many-colored grains all over her armor. This was going to take a while.
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Probably nothing like what Gems did, Peridot supposed.
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Peridot, being somewhere on the lower end of the societal scale, had a bit of a bias, herself.
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"Oh yeah. Just ask anybody who's ever been looked down on," Peridot replied, shrugging. "Whether it's for disobeying the rules, or just being inferior."
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She kind of spread her hands apart, and shrugged.
"The Steven is a bit strange, even by human standards, I think."
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All the better for Homeworld, Peridot supposed. Rose Quartz was the traitorous clod who had cost them the Earth, after all.
"He's very... friendly."
Shudder.
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Under his shirt, actually, but Peridot hadn't learned the difference between pants and other articles of clothing, yet.
Thanks for teaching her about pants before all else, Dante.
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"His... pants?" Lucille tried to imagine this and could only think of things that were, well, a little indecent.
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"His pants," Peridot agreed. "Around..."
She waved a hand vaguely in the direction of her lower torso. Which probably didn't clear that up, any.
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"I wouldn't be able to see it, then," Lucille said. "I'm assuming he doesn't pull his pants down in public." By now she could say such things without blushing.
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Hi, welcome to 'Gems don't have genitals and their clothing is a part of their body' with Peridot.
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She hesitated, and then ran those weird, free-floating fingers of hers through her hair.
"I should have known."
Clearly, if something was private, you hid it. But Peridot didn't have the faintest clue as to what constituted a private part on the human body.
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See, there was your first problem, Peridot.
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The Gratuity had taught her about shoes! She was on a roll!
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