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fandomtownies2016-09-30 08:02 am
era_two_triangle) wrote in fandomtownies2016-09-30 08:02 am
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Stark Industries, Friday
Another day, another... strange human ritual that seemed to be bringing more people to the island. These ones were supposedly 'parents,' if what she'd heard about this weekend was to be trusted, and it was one of those things that apparently had something to do with the human notion of family.
And so, it didn't concern Peridot in the least. She decided to ignore the day and whatever having visiting parents entailed, and set about working on another attempt to build a functional Homeworld communicator out of Earth components. She was on the right track, she was sure, but she was starting to suspect that half the reason it hadn't worked properly was because she needed some manner of signal tower. Perhaps she could borrow the one from the radio station while the squirrels were--
She stopped and looked up quickly at the window. She could have sworn that she'd seen somebody tall with decidedly square-shaped hair walking by just then. But it had to be her imagination. Had to be.
She was going to just tell herself that and get back to work. And maybe she'd be able to continue doing so the next three times it happened, too. Including that one time when the tall somebody with the square hair stopped and leaned forward, looking calmly through the window for a few minutes before moving on.
Yeah.
Yep.
[OOC: Open! With work SP up the wazzoooo.]
And so, it didn't concern Peridot in the least. She decided to ignore the day and whatever having visiting parents entailed, and set about working on another attempt to build a functional Homeworld communicator out of Earth components. She was on the right track, she was sure, but she was starting to suspect that half the reason it hadn't worked properly was because she needed some manner of signal tower. Perhaps she could borrow the one from the radio station while the squirrels were--
She stopped and looked up quickly at the window. She could have sworn that she'd seen somebody tall with decidedly square-shaped hair walking by just then. But it had to be her imagination. Had to be.
She was going to just tell herself that and get back to work. And maybe she'd be able to continue doing so the next three times it happened, too. Including that one time when the tall somebody with the square hair stopped and leaned forward, looking calmly through the window for a few minutes before moving on.
Yeah.
Yep.
[OOC: Open! With work SP up the wazzoooo.]