entrancelogs | [OPEN] i don't need love, for what good will love do me?

Who: Peridot AND YOU
Where: This mysterious neon land that belongs to no one. no one at all.
When: Throughout the event.
Rating: PG
Summary: Peridot gets a few things she's always wanted and screams about singing being the answer to everything.
The Story:

𝐚. 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞

This is... Odd. Peridot's not used to odd, even with Wonderland being as it is. She just can't get her head around all these warped monstrosities that keep trying to befriend or offer her things. For the most part, she's skulking about in an agitated mood, because events are stupid, but at least most of them make some measure of sense. This one is just... stupid.

But it isn't all stupid, as she comes to find out. She stakes out a spot underneath a stuffed animal tree which seems to have sprouted a number of big-eyed green beings that make her eyes widen in wonder.

And then, all of a sudden, a huge shadow passes over her. The owner of the shadow is a giant yellow woman. Peridot yelps and skitters backwards until she hits the trunk of the stuffed animal tree, but the woman only clasps her hands to her chest and kneels- even kneeling she's still taller than the tree.

"Oh, my Peridot," she croons in a voice that is authoritative, yet somehow also compassionate. "You're right. You've always been right. I have been a dreadful clod. I want daily logs on all your findings and I will implement all your ideas straight away. You're going to usher in a new era of Homeworld."

Peridot lets out a squeak and looks around until she spies someone else who seems to have come to investigate the GIANT WOMAN. "Do you... Do you see this?" She looks so transfixed, so delighted. Please someone tell her this is real.

𝐛. 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐞𝐯'𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞

Peridot has been of two minds this entire event- torn between getting everything she wants and knowing it's all just a program tapping into her needs. That said, she isn't expecting the sudden shift in the event, and it makes her want to stamp her feet and scream about these stupid locals and their stupid fixation on zombies.

Once she knows what she has to do, she's even more annoyed. She has found a portable karaoke machine and is running around with it dragging behind her as she's pursued by a horrifying zombie dog. She's screaming loudly the whole time.

She's hard to miss.

𝐜. 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝

[WHATEVER ELSE YOU MIGHT WANT DURING THE EVENT.]

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Fortunately, Frisk has learned to climb trees quite well. They're not too terribly difficult, as long as you have hand- and footholds, and this one has plenty of dents and divots in its trunk to account for that. Still, the proffered hand is welcome, and they cling to it eagerly to scramble up after - hopefully not piling too much additional weight and toppling the gem entirely.

At least they're not too heavy. Though this does raise a rather interesting question -

"Where do we go from here?"

Peridot whips out her communicator and begins frantically texting. "It's fine. Lapis will save us. She'll fly in and we can sing the zombies away, and there won't be any problems!"

Messages seem to go back and forth between the two gems, and Peridot's brow becomes increasingly more furrowed and her typing increasingly more desperate.

It's probably fine.

The longer she stays like that, the longer Frisk stares back on turn. It’d be rude to break the silence and interrupt, but - but she seems pretty wrapped up in what she’s doing, and they still have an awful lot of zombies to contend with.

Eventually, they have to speak up, tentatively.

“Is...is everything okay?” Everything is probably FINE.

"Lapis says she can't come." Peridot frowns deeper at the communication device, trying to suss out the exact meaning behind CANT in all capitals like that. Does that mean she's in trouble? She didn't seem like she was in trouble.

"Can't?" Frisk repeats, the word slightly wavering. Is she in trouble? Is she hurt? Is she in danger of getting poofed? Can't is very much divergent to I don't want to or I'm unable to, or any other number of things.

Can't is significantly more concerning.

They inch up the tree a bit more securely, brow scoring deeper with concern.

"Is she okay?"

"Uhhh..." The next response is even more confusing than the last. She doesn't know how to interpret it- text message doesn't really convey emotion very well, and Lapis is pretty sardonic even when she's upset.

"She says she's... in a void?"

That certainly gets their attention. Frisk sits up so swiftly that they nearly overbalance and slide off the branch they're perched on, and have to steady themself before they pitch over into the mass of moaning, clawing hands.

"We have to help her." It's sharp, immediate, and - somewhat horrified.

"I know, I know!" Peridot has forgotten all about the zombies in her desperate attempt to figure out how to save Lapis from what she can only assume is a terrible prison. "Lapis hates being trapped."

“So where is she?” They need specifics here, and they certainly don’t seem to be getting any. The zombies seem rather secondary, all things considered - they’re little more than a snarling backdrop to the far more pertinent situation involving Lapis, whatever that may be.

“Tell her we’re coming,” Frisk adds, regardless of the how or where; such things are peripheral compared to actually seeing Lapis safe.

"Ugh! Lapis, stop being evasive!" Peridot shakes her communicator, interrupting Frisk's line of thought. There's no time to waste and they're not making good time sitting in the tree. She turns to the karaoke machine she's parked in the branches and squints at it.

And then she smacks her forehead.

"Of course! Why didn't I think of this before?"

“Think of what?” They’re getting limited context here, all things considered, and even if they’ve been following reasonably well up until this point, that’s roughly the moment where they lose the thread. Whatever revelation Peridot has just had, they’re not parsing just yet.

Peridot wiggles her fingers, pulling the karaoke machine closer to them. She tips it on its side and it's just big enough for two small individuals to sit on.] We can use this to carry us over the zombies. I'm a genius!

Oh boy. Maybe they’d both fit, but it’s not necessarily just a question of spacing. Frisk considers that solemnly for several long moments.

“It might be too heavy,” they offer dubiously. “I mean, I might be...too heavy.” They’re not made of hard light, after all.

"I've carried Steven on just a trash can lid." She says it pointedly, not so much reassuring that Frisk isn't too heavy, but rather making a pointed note that she is amazing. "We can do this."

...

Well, their alternative options are to sit around and wait for the zombies to get them, so right now? That seems like their best bet. Frisk straightens up, sets their mouth in a thin, determined line, and nods.

"Okay. Let's try it."

Once Frisk is situated, the karaoke machine dips a little bit and Peridot has to strain to keep them out of the reach of the zombies, but once she's adjusted to the weight she basically pushes them through the air on their way to find Lapis.

Wherever she may be.

At least it's a fun ride?

[OPEN] i don't need love, for what good will love do me?

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