fandomhighdorms | Second Floor Common Room, Tuesday Afternoon

There was a Camp Pining Hearts marathon on the television. Peridot had found out about it mostly by accident, and was now fixated on the television screen for what was probably going on the eleventh episode, now. She'd needed to break for class that morning, true, but that only meant that by the time she returned to the television, she had a rather large collection of hand-toasted marshmallows with her.

A few had even been dipped in chocolate, not because she figured they would be better that way, but because her hand had slipped and some had fallen into the fondue pot. There were some others that had similarly been dipped in cheese, which people were welcome to sample if they so desired. She wouldn't be, naturally. She would just be laying down on the floor in front of the television, a myriad of yellow roses and one white carnation sticking out from her hair here and there, enraptured by the antics of Percy and Pierre.

... And Paulette too, she supposed, even if she was terrible.

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"It's just . . . kind of nicer than waiting for the years to pass," Tip said. She tilted her head. "Are you okay?"

Peridot really wasn't sure. She left that question unanswered, and then, tentatively, she ventured, "May I have another hug?"

Was that how it was done?

Which Tip took for an answer, anyway. "Absolutely," she said, and held her arms open for Peridot.

Peridot nodded, and then stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Tip again. She was maybe a tiny bit more clingy this time around than she had been the last time.

She figured she understood hugging a little better, too.

She could cling all she liked. Tip didn't mind at all.

She even threw in a tiny little back rub while she was at it. Look, Peridot! Variations!

"Any time you want one," she said. "Just let me know."

"Thank you," Peridot replied, and then, after a few more seconds, she let go and stepped backwards.

She wasn't going to go so far as to cry, stars help her, but there was a definite bit of emotion in her voice.

Emotions were such a pain that way.

Tip totally got that. Emotions were a giant pain in the ass.

"So," she said, because when emotions were being mean, distractions were usually a good way of dealing. "What's this you're watching?"

"It's..." Peridot blinked and looked at the TV. "Oh! It's a Camp Pining Hearts marathon. We're just ending the end of the first season. The finale is a real treat to watch; it really gives perspective on who the best possible match-ups in the camp really are."

Percy/Pierre OTP for ever.

Tip laughed a little at that. "Really. Well, can't miss that."

She had no idea who anyone on this show was.

All that anybody really needed to know was that Pierre was amazing, Percy was obviously better off with him, and Paulette was the worst for the way she distracted him from Pierre's perfection all the time.

Stupid Paulette.

"Well, you could, but I don't recommend it," Peridot replied, breaking into a silly little grin. "The potato sack races are coming up, and that's when you get to see Pierre's true mettle."

"Which one's Pierre?" Tip asked, biting into the cheese covered marshmallow.

Oh.

No.

For a little Gem who didn't need to breathe, it was impressive just how deeply Peridot managed to inhale before starting off on her diatribe about Pierre. About how he was the strongest, most competent camper in the entire camp, about how he dominated at the three-legged races, and about how Percy would do so much better for himself if he wasn't too distracted by Paulette to see that Pierre was clearly the strongest, most qualified, most perfect match for him in the entire camp.

There was pointing at the screen. There was pointed stomping around the room. There was a demonstration acted out with three marshmallows; one with chocolate representing Pierre, one with cheese representing Percy, and one of the ones that had escaped dipping representing Paulette.

One of those marshmallows ended up thrown out a window.

It was not a dipped marshmallow.

"And that," Peridot said, to tie off the entire rant, "is why Pierre is the greatest camper in the entire camp."

That? Was amazing. Tip rather wished she'd gotten it all on tape. She'd even managed to finish her cheese covered marshmallow, so engrossed was she in Peridot's fannish rant.

"You should write fanfiction," she decided.

"I should do what?"

Tip, you were about to create a monster.

But it would be such an entertaining monster.

"Write fanfiction? It's . . . people who care a whole lot about characters in shows and books and things write stories about them that don't happen in the actual show. So, like, if Pierre ends up with Paulette in the show, you can still write a story for yourself about Pierre and Percy and put it on the internet."

Nothing could possibly go wrong.

There was a long, thoughtful pause at this revelation.

"What would the internet do with it?"

"Read it," Tip said. "Comment on it. A lot of them would probably totally like it. Others . . . wouldn't. And they might be loud about that."

"My phone has a volume control," Peridot replied, shrugging that off. "Loud isn't a problem."

Sigh, 'Dot.

". . . Okay, a better word might be repeatedly. Or -- angrily? Basically, a bunch of strangers on the internet might hate you. But a bunch of others will love you and get into long conversations with you about how great Pierre is."

Oooh. That made more sense. Sort of.

"What do I care if a bunch of people I don't know hate me? They're wrong anyway."

That was the spirit, Peridot!

"That is definitely the right spirit for the internet. Have you ever tried writing things in English before?"

Peridot gave her head a little shake.

"Nothing longer than my name, or answers for class," she replied. "I suppose it would have to be written in human, wouldn't it?"

"Unless you think other gems are hanging out on the internet looking for Camp Pining Hearts fic."

"I haven't been able to use a human computational system to simulate the Gem written language anyway," Peridot lamented. "Even if they were, they'd have to learn your language, too."

"Good point." Tip shrugged. "Would you want to try it out? It might be good practice with the, uh. Human writing system."

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