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So, Summer had planned to go out for decorating for her New Years party, but Summer underestimated Summer's own laziness, and anyone coming in the room could clearly see where she started with all the streamers and glitter and balloons and where she started to just lose interest and get bored and just kind of said 'fuck it.' It really didn't help that it turned out her name for the party was too long even for the banner, so there hung over the food table something that just simply read: "New Years Party All Night Because Who Even Cares Tha"

Which seemed appropriate enough.

She didn't get lazy about the food, though, and she definitely didn't get lazy about the drinks, so there was that. And so now she just had to hope everyone got the invitation in some way or another and that they'd show up but people here were weird about parties. But, hey, she'd take partying by herself if it came down to it over sitting in her room by herself on New Years Eve.

[[and now ~~for a little OCD~~ all is prepared! ]]

era_two_triangle

Peridot was hiding.

Tiny humans freaked her out, apparently. Humans weren't supposed to be so small and excitable! Not unless they were Steven, but Steven was half-Gem and Peridot kind of figured being raised at least in part by Pearl would have that effect on anybody.

So. Hiding. Up on the roof, which, admittedly, was one of the places she tended to go in order to be alone to tinker or think or stare up at the sky and marvel at the fact that she couldn't find Homeworld's galaxy up there at all. But it was still a good place to hide, right?

She'd kind of wedged herself behind a planter up there. Which would have been a perfect hiding place if not for the shock of triangular, green-yellow hair poking up above it. Her hiding skills could use work.

[OOC: And open roof! For... more SP, but I'm expecting some little ones, and SP is life anyway!]

somethingwithturquoise

The need for parties and the social status assumed to go along with them was probably the easiest part of roboSummer's programming, easily the best lynch pin that connected the two Summer, that would make someone look at her eagerness to host a party and thinking yup, definitely Summer, nothing wrong here! She'd decked the place out with glitter and streamers, started pumping some sweet tunes, and made sure all the food and beverages were readily available and spread out on the table and counters.

And now all she needed was people.

...she really hoped there would be people, but, unlike OG Summer, she would definitely survive if there weren't.

Whoo, party!

[[ ocd ~~incoming!~~ has landed. go wild. ]]

thatsweirdright

It turned out that parachuting from a building that was, at best, seven stories tall... would not actually work. But that did not mean that Jason was in any way ready to give up on this stupid and possibly dangerous idea. Please. It just meant that he and Peridot had spent some time dragging a number of mattresses they'd found in storage somewhere out onto the lawn beside the Principal's Tower to serve as a makeshift landing pad.

"Okay," Jason said, jumping from the dorm roof on to the Principal's Tower, and then shimmying over to the edge. "Ready?"

[ooc: for that Gem mentioned in the post! and also any passers-by or people who might otherwise question these two's choices, after said Gem has pinged in!]

era_two_triangle

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.

[OOC: Snow day, the revenge! Open!]

era_two_triangle

"Log Date, 8-22-2," Peridot said, holding up her little tape recorder from where she was laying on her back on the roof, staring up at the sky. "Fandom Island continues on with its random happenings, in the building lead-up to an event that Tony Stark has informed me is known to the humans of Earth as 'holiday,' and 'Christmas.' I haven't observed the small quadrupedal beings that appear to be running through the sky before, so I am led to believe that they, too, are connected to 'holiday...' unless the blue-green ruminants in the preserve have gone to spore and these small flying creatures are their larval form, in which case, I'll update my logs further when I manage to observe what today's actual random occurrence in the name of 'holiday' happens to be. Peridot, out."

Log recorded for the day, Peridot hit the stop button on her little tape recorder, smiled a bit to herself, and then settled back to watch the reindeer fly.

Yeah, Earth was a pretty okay place. She was glad it hadn't been blown up by a giant shattered-Gem abomination.

[OOC: Open roof is open!]

era_two_triangle

Peridot was really putting the 'Peri' in 'paranoid' today. Which was a statement that worked much better when said aloud, but she was both unaware of the narrative, and still fairly new to Earth humor to begin with. Suffice it to say, she would have been happy to hide herself under her bed in her dorm room (the first actual functional purpose she saw for the stupid thing) until the weekend's end, when the fusion would inevitably leave. Hopefully.

If she was lucky.

Instead, she was standing here. Waiting for Mr. Peanutbutter. In the open. Because she had a book he needed to return to the library, and he'd promised to take her to get a replacement.

She was... jumpy. Jumpy was a good word for it. She'd found a tree and she was standing with her back to it, so that nobody could sneak up on her from behind, but that didn't cover the rest of her, and she still felt painfully out in the open, here. A lot.

This place had been safe. It was supposed to be! The fusion wasn't supposed to be here!

[OOC: Waiting for two, but can be open!]

endsthegame

It started around midnight. Big, purple globs of grape jello, raining down from the sky. Jello drenched the bricks, the emo garden up on the roof, and every window that happened to be on the wrong end of the wind.

An hour later, the dorm sirens began blaring.

By then, the lawn was already coated in a thin layer of jello, and it did not look like the weather had any intention of letting up.

[[ FIRE DRILL! open to all students! ]]

seeks_truth

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.

[[ open! ]]

intotheout

Tip would have gone to hang out on the deck after class this afternoon, but apparently being in space didn't stop June from being about a billion and a half degrees outside, and she frankly wasn't interested in sweating through her clothes while sitting still, just now.

So instead she parked herself in the nice, air conditioned common room, a bowl of tortilla chips and freshly smashed together guacamole on the coffee table, and wondered why everyone on this show she was watching had a name that started with the letter P.

At least it wasn't about crying breakfast foods. She'd made it through approximately three seconds of that one before changing the channel.

[with not actual apologies to the SU kids on the island. YOUR SHOW'S SHOWS ARE SO WEIRD. Also I've only been at work for two hours and I have already run out of internet and may be about to start spending money irresponsibly on Amazon. Please save me.]

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.

[open!]

rebelseekspizza

Dante had a vague and nonspecific image of what Cassandra looked like - but in a school this small, she shouldn't have been so hard to spot. Still, he hadn't managed to run into her at all over the past few days, and it had left him frustrated, antsy and anxious. His two settings had always been 'do something' or 'forget about it'-- but he hadn't managed to do the former and he was having a hard time with the latter.

So after rolling out of bed on Tuesday, he'd gotten dressed, snagged his guns on the way out the door, and parked his ass on the deck.

After an hour of waiting, though, there was still no sign of her. He let out a sigh, slumped further into his seat, and parked his feet up on the divider. Great. Now even his efforts to do something were making him antsy. He should've brought the boombox and tossed on those Dead Kennedys albums Pretentious-Ass Starsmore had passed on. He found a pen in his pocket, fiddled with it. Fiddled with Ebony for a second, too. Looked up at the ceiling, counted the cracks. ... Finally, he tilted his head up and tried to balance the pen on his face.

Screw Hellfire Prison. This was hell.

[[ open! ]]

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Entries tagged with peridot

Summer's New Years Party; Second Floor Common Room; Sunday Night [12/31].

The Roof of the Dorms, Sunday

Second Floor Common Room; Friday Evening [09/01].

Roof of the Principal's Tower, Saturday Afternoon

Second Floor Common Room, Tuesday Afternoon

The Roof of the Dorms, Thursday Afternoon

The School Grounds, Sunday Afternoon

FIRE DRILL!, Outside the Dorms, Friday Night into Saturday

Fourth Floor Common Room, Friday Morning

Fourth floor common room, Wednesday afternoon

Dorm roof, Tuesday afternoon

The Deck, Tuesday Morning

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