[They clearly don't have any notion of how to actually find this supposed mainframe, but what else is new? M'Lapis is still just happy to be hanging out. Also, while she's not terribly interested in any of those scenes drifting in the mist so far, watching them go by is still sort of absorbing. There have to be SOME, somewhere, that are worth seeing, but it's kinda fun to just sit back and judge them en masse too.
Two anthropomorhpic animals are visiting a maximum-security prison. That's not very appropriate for a holiday special. Who approved any of it?
M'Lapis is about to continue the sentiment, to maybe egg on Peridot for more ideas slash needle her about the assumed lack of ideas, either way to try to get her to say more things. But just as she starts to speak she is interrupted. It's kinda like a desynced stereo effect, since the voice cutting in is her own, and likewise only starts to call out before faltering off in shock.
"Peri--"
It would seem that the Real Thing has finally caught up. She has appeared from behind, emerging from the fog suddenly, and if one should glance back she now has her eyes wide, a hand drifting towards her mouth as she struggles to quite decide on a reaction.
And ahead, facing away, the Mirror goes rigid. Still holding onto Peridot's hand tightly, too tightly; still smiling, now as if her face has frozen that way.
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[They clearly don't have any notion of how to actually find this supposed mainframe, but what else is new? M'Lapis is still just happy to be hanging out. Also, while she's not terribly interested in any of those scenes drifting in the mist so far, watching them go by is still sort of absorbing. There have to be SOME, somewhere, that are worth seeing, but it's kinda fun to just sit back and judge them en masse too.
Two anthropomorhpic animals are visiting a maximum-security prison. That's not very appropriate for a holiday special. Who approved any of it?
M'Lapis is about to continue the sentiment, to maybe egg on Peridot for more ideas slash needle her about the assumed lack of ideas, either way to try to get her to say more things. But just as she starts to speak she is interrupted. It's kinda like a desynced stereo effect, since the voice cutting in is her own, and likewise only starts to call out before faltering off in shock.
"Peri--"
It would seem that the Real Thing has finally caught up. She has appeared from behind, emerging from the fog suddenly, and if one should glance back she now has her eyes wide, a hand drifting towards her mouth as she struggles to quite decide on a reaction.
And ahead, facing away, the Mirror goes rigid. Still holding onto Peridot's hand tightly, too tightly; still smiling, now as if her face has frozen that way.
So this oughta be good.]