It Came from Thin Air! (And It brought pizza.) [Closed]

[diediediediediedie]

[Peridot, as she has to tell herself a lot, can handle being cooped up with Rose Quartz and Greg and...yes, even the Steven. But why does everything have to be so messy?! Fortunately, the water from the metal dispenser in the food storage seems to be adequate for removing the "raspberry preserves" she dropped all over the floor while examining the contents of the fridge.

What a mess. She can't seem to clean the preserves off her without getting it all over something else, and she can't get them off everything else without it sticking right back onto her again. But she can't let some earth object get the better of a Gem, not when there's a mystery of the refilling fridge to solve. She'll remain as focused on this task for as long as it takes...]

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[goddamngrenades]

Aaaand Hey! Got lunch!

[ York ports into the middle of the kitchen, steaming box of pizza in one hand, sixpack of beer in the other, one foot on the tile and one...sunk through the floor. God. Damn. It. Why does this keep happening-

Wait.

He freezes, tugging on the sunken foot and looks up at that green thing. What. ]

You don't live with wash-

[diediediediediedie]

[Peridot resembles nothing less than a startled cat, eyes wide, body stiff.

And the shriek she makes does nothing for the comparison!]

What?! Who are you? How did you get in here?!

[She can't exactly fight without her limb-enhancers, but humans, as it turns out, have much the same problem and equip their food-prep rooms with lots of weapons for just this situation. She grabs the first thing on the counter within reach: a frying pan used to cook eggs that morning, and starts swinging wildly at knee-height.]

Get out! Get out!

[goddamngrenades]

Holy shi-

[ He drops the pizza and tries to twist away but- hey, FOOT stuck in the ground. Best he can do is try to port away as soon as he's not about to lose his knee because of this brat. ]

CUT IT OUT!

[ He scrabbles for her wrist, trying to keep calm. Even breathes, happy thoughts, happy thoughts. ]

It was an accident-

[diediediediediedie]

If you think the fact that your foot is trapped in the floor is going to excuse this-!

[She's utterly terrified of York, and that means she yells. Loud. Loud enough for Rose to hopefully come hear her, stampede through the door, and take care of this mess.]

And then he grabs her wrist and she knows she can't break free but she is absolutely going to try, twisting this way and that like a tantruming child.]

Let me go, you...you clod!

[goddamngrenades]

Stop SWINGING a damn frying pan around like a lunatic!

[ It's loud, he's trapped, and she manages to clip his knee with that last swing- it's more than enough for him to lose control and take them both somewhere else-

Just like the last time he got startled they end up about ten feet above the pond in the park. Fun. ]

Sonova-

[diediediediediedie]

You-

["Clod," one assumes, but she doesn't get a chance to finish the sentence before she's up in the air and heading downward.

She has only a few moments to choose an action.

She opts to try to bite him.]

[goddamngrenades]

-bitch! [ York flails while in the air, trying to pry her off his arm. What the hell is this even, why is she BITING him why is this his life-

He doesn't have much time to mull this over before he's suddenly dunked into the water, landing with a jarring splash. ]

[diediediediediedie]

[Biting someone while they're holding your arm puts your body in a strange position to hit the water in, and it snaps her body around a bit. At least it got her to let go of him.

At least she doesn't need to breathe, but she's still stuck underwater with a crazy human and now she's in pain. The glare is impressive.]

[goddamngrenades]

[ Priority one- swimming back to the surface. Priority two: air. Get some. York swims for the surface and starts hauling himself to the edge of the pond, coughing up what water he'd swallowed on impact.

Jesus christ. ]

What the HELL?

[diediediediediedie]

[Peridot also slogs her way up, clamoring out of the pond like a small bug out of a swimming pool. She opens her mouth to speak and just...burps up some water.

But once she can move air past her mouth again...]

Well, what could YOUR excuse be?

[goddamngrenades]

I didn't MEAN to teleport to your damn apartment!

[ He'd been off by a few floors. It happens. He'd have gone on his merry way if not for a freaking PAN to the knee. Ow. ]

[diediediediediedie]

Oh, didn't you? And why didn't you just use the door?

[goddamngrenades]

Because I'm trying to get better with my magic, seriously.

[diediediediediedie]

Your magic-? What magic, the magic to break in and scare Gems to death?!

[goddamngrenades]

Teleportation! What else would it be? Scaring gems is kinda specific.

[diediediediediedie]

Well, you succeeded in doing both! Congratulations! Now let's go back to the apartment and you can clean up the mess you made with that dairy disc!

[goddamngrenades]

...See the reason I ended up there in the first place is because I can't quite control it yet. Hence my foot being stuck in the floor and us ending up here.

[diediediediediedie]

...Oh, perfect! So now because of you I've accidentally snuck out, is that what you're saying?!

[goddamngrenades]

Are you not supposed to leave? [ What. ] You under house arrest or something?

[diediediediediedie]

Yes! Well, no...it's complicated! The point is that I need to be under my best behavior so I can get my stuff back, and abandoning a mess in the food preparation area does NOT fall under that category!

[goddamngrenades]

...They're holding your shit hostage so you'll behave? What are you, twelve?

[diediediediediedie]

I may have made what some might call a...miscalculation. It was an error in judgement that I am now expected to rectify and most importantly it's none of your business.

[goddamngrenades]

Well if you're expecting a ride on the York Express I might have to make it my business. I don't pop just anyone around the city on purpose.

[diediediediediedie]

Ugh! I made a mistake, I said I was sorry and...What's a York Express?

[goddamngrenades]

...Me. The York Express is me. I'm York. Teleporting is the Express- you...really don't know a lot, do you?

[diediediediediedie]

...I don't really know anything without my equipment. Though it might help if you humans stopped talking in riddles...

[goddamngrenades]

To us it's all pretty much common knowledge. Pop culture is universal. Seriously, though, how do you not know anything without your equipment. You got a brain, right? Overdependance on tech is a thing but- you're not used to humans, are you?

[diediediediediedie]

I have never encountered your "exploding culture" before I came to Earth, no. And if I had known it would be such a hassle I never would have taken the assignment in the first place!

[goddamngrenades]

No- no. Pop culture. Pop as in popular. Not exploding.

[diediediediediedie]

...Oh?

[Yeah, she has no idea what to do with that information.]

[goddamngrenades]

Different kinds of pop. And then there's Pop as in soda, a drink. [ Educating aliens on american terminology, aw yeah. ]

[diediediediediedie]

[She's just growing more and more confused.]

Gems do not drink. Or eat. so your soda culture still means little to me.

[goddamngrenades]

...How do you get energy, then? Photosynthesis?

[diediediediediedie]

We're hardly plants. Everything we need is generated from within our Gems. Far more efficient than consuming substances your body barely uses.

[goddamngrenades]

...so you're magic holographic self powering space rocks.

[diediediediediedie]

In laymans terms...yes. I don't see what's so confusing about it.