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another char arrival log. my god
Who: peridot and.... you??!?!?!!
Where: PLACES
When: grunts
What: earth isn't what peridot expected and she's pissed off
Warnings: MUCH EXASPERATION
a. crater/city/city outskirts
Her gem wasn't damaged by the crash. That was, much to Peridot's relief, instantly apparent.
She forms a pad out of her fingers not long after she stopped panicking (only took a good ten minutes), running some scans and tapping out some basic observations. Her pod was nowhere to be seen; troubling, but not much she could do about it.
"Just what I needed..." she mutters to herself, two fingers floating up to pinch the bridge of her nose.
"Earth is noticeably," Peridot looks around, kneels down and pokes at the ground before speaking directly into the pad. "Dilapidated. I've lost the Kindergarten location, however it remains my top priority."
Closing the pad and sighing heavily again, she clomps away from where she woke up, unknowingly following the behest of a call towards the city.
b. medibay
It's time to make proper contact with the locals.
Eugh.
Peridot chose what appeared to be a production/research facility for her loathsome task - at the very least, it appeared to be one of the more active buildings. She can talk to one, ask for parts in exchange for some kind of service. Homeworld was partial to those who can offer something in return, surely this place would work the same way?
That said... they are awfully big when you get close, battlesuits or not. Peridot can't help but find herself sticking close to the shadows, subconsciously hiding from beings over thirty times her size.
Let's hope there's no misunderstandings about why she's sliding around equipment and file locations. Especially seeing as it's the middle of the night.
Where: PLACES
When: grunts
What: earth isn't what peridot expected and she's pissed off
Warnings: MUCH EXASPERATION
a. crater/city/city outskirts
Her gem wasn't damaged by the crash. That was, much to Peridot's relief, instantly apparent.
She forms a pad out of her fingers not long after she stopped panicking (only took a good ten minutes), running some scans and tapping out some basic observations. Her pod was nowhere to be seen; troubling, but not much she could do about it.
"Just what I needed..." she mutters to herself, two fingers floating up to pinch the bridge of her nose.
"Earth is noticeably," Peridot looks around, kneels down and pokes at the ground before speaking directly into the pad. "Dilapidated. I've lost the Kindergarten location, however it remains my top priority."
Closing the pad and sighing heavily again, she clomps away from where she woke up, unknowingly following the behest of a call towards the city.
b. medibay
It's time to make proper contact with the locals.
Eugh.
Peridot chose what appeared to be a production/research facility for her loathsome task - at the very least, it appeared to be one of the more active buildings. She can talk to one, ask for parts in exchange for some kind of service. Homeworld was partial to those who can offer something in return, surely this place would work the same way?
That said... they are awfully big when you get close, battlesuits or not. Peridot can't help but find herself sticking close to the shadows, subconsciously hiding from beings over thirty times her size.
Let's hope there's no misunderstandings about why she's sliding around equipment and file locations. Especially seeing as it's the middle of the night.
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Who is this... JACK OF WHEELS and his JUDGING.
"Then you'll be delighted to know that that my main goals involve," a finger floats up for each of her points. "Finding my ship, or failing that, building one, getting into it, starting it up and then flying away from this planet and its primitive clod inhabitants!"
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JACK OF WHEELS IS BETTER THAN "ROCK"
Don't mind if he....finds those fingers interesting, reaching out to take one like a toothpick.
Completely ignoring what she's saying.
1/ whatever i havent decided yet
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"You mean this?"
Of course she means that, dummy.
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"What else could I possibly mean, you overgrown tin can?!"
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In fact, it gets his attention enough to let go of the finger, letting it slowly hover back to her.
"Ouch, that hurts me right here, Green." A hand gestures over his spark. "Your words are like poison."
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"What is that, your weak spot?" HAHA another victory for Peridot! "I'm writing a critique of your terrible systems for your programmers to read. They'll thank me later."
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"What can I say? You got me." Oh man she's perfect. "Please make it out to Ultra Magnus. I'm sure he'd be delighted to read about that."
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Why not dot your i's with hearts.
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That's what happens when you're a living thing."
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Peridot wants to believe that nothing would ever choose to be this annoying and trashy. Then again, Jasper...
"Seriously, now."
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...
A hand goes over his face, wiping it down as if to wipe off that expression. Replacing it with a grumpy face.
"I'm alive."
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Sorry, Jackie. Peridot is an infant and also being kinda racist.
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He picks one up, as a demonstration, leaning over to hold it right in front of her. Before crushing it.
"See what I'm gettin' at here?"
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"It's a new concept to me. I'm not even on the planet I was supposed to be on! It was right in front of me!"
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"I have to go. And look for something."
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My planet."
A smirk.
"Good luck, you'll have more of me to look forward to."
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She actually would like the correct race name. For science reasons.
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...
"Cybertronian. I'm Cybertronian."
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