Stark Industries, Friday

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It was Peridot's first day on the job at Stark Industries, and if you asked her, it was going very well. There really was no shortage of tools for her to acquaint herself with, from flat-headed metallic concussion-driven construction spikes to a partially-insulated electric conductive alloy liquefying device. (Peridot was a big fan of the partially-insulated electric conductive alloy liquefying device, and had liquefied a good amount of the conductive alloy already, mostly just to be certain she had mastered the skill.)

Really, it would be the perfect job, if it wasn't for the customers. Their repair requests were trivial to the point of banality, but JARVIS had already informed her that she couldn't tell people to repair their damaged goods themselves, so she'd fixed three primitive handheld communication devices, one audible vibration amplification box, some manner of motorized numerical scheduled alert system (containing a single small bird), and a toaster all before noon. She'd even taken pains to resist adding any new sort of functionality to the devices, but after five customers being satisfied with relatively simple repairs alone, she'd taken a stand.

Customer six really wasn't certain what he was going to do with a toaster that featured anti-gravity technology and a voice-operated command system, but assured Peridot that he'd figure something out, just so long as it still made toast.

[OOC: Open shop! Expect the usual work-related SP with a side of 'the boss is away and the studio is hot so maybe I'll ping anyhow.']

Around Fandom, Friday Morning

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Another Friday, another jump. The Ewoks had been throwing spears up at the island over the past day or so, and it was getting completely sick of the violent woodland creatures aesthetic. Poof, it went, vanishing into the ether with ethereal dignity, as if it had been carried off gently on the wings of innumerable angelic birds, and--

THUNK.

The island crashed down right off the main boulevard of a large junkyard city. It let out a metallic groan as it settled in place, uncomfortable as it tried to attach itself to the metal railings.

"Aw, what's that? It's obscuring the view!" yelled a passer-by with an eyepatch and a robot leg.

"What view?" snapped his companion, a charming lady with purple hair and approximately a hundred guns on her person.

"Oh, right."

... Welcome to Concordia (YouTube link), on the moon of Elpis. It's, uh. A place. Definitely a place.

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