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Who: Peridot, Jasper, Steven, Starflight, and possibly others to come.
When: Early-mid January
Where: Various locations on the Moira including the rec hall and Mero #011
What: Catch-all for backdated shenanigans that I am not re-posting after deleting the first one, like the Chump that I am
Warnings: CWs, if they are necessary, will be listed in the subjects of the top-levels.

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Her eyes narrow further.

"How are you even supposed to hold and lift something that weirdly shaped?"

Apparently she's under the impression that the entire rack is one piece.

"What...?" Jasper looks faintly confused. She strides over to demonstrate, picking one of the larger weights up in her hand. "Like this. Here." She holds it out.

Peridot blinks in surprise, looking between the rack and the object in Jasper's hand. Oh. So that's how.

She snorts, rolling her eyes and reaching out to grab the offered weight in one hand and tugging it out of Jasper's grip. "Alright, I suppose that makes a little bit more nyAGH--!"

Okay so it's a lot heavier than she expected. She has to latch on with both hands, legs bowing as the weight of it tugs her arms down towards the floor.

Jasper just puts both her hands on her hips and laughs at her.

Wow.

Peridot's eyes flick up to the Quartz's amused expression, and she blushes a harsh blue-green, sweating uncomfortably. Flustered, she loses her grip and drops the weight.

Hopefully it doesn't land on Jasper's foot.

Of course it lands on Jasper's foot. Of course it does.

She jerks back with a muttered curse, but she stoops up to pick it off the floor a second later; she doesn't seem to be seriously hurt.

"Watch it, short stuff," she snaps.

The speed with which Peridot's expression shifts from mortified to offended is almost comical.

"Hey!" She jabs an angry finger at Jasper. "You're the one who handed me a heavy thing, what did you expect would happen?!"

"I figured your limb enhancers could take it," says Jasper, frowning.

Now she's blushing even harder, for some reason.

"They can! I just-- I wasn't ready okay?" she snaps. Then Peridot growls wordlessly, glaring Jasper in the eye, fists clenching up indignantly. "You wanna see what they can take!? Well watch this!"

On that last word she points her open palm at the entire rack full of weights, firing up her tractor beam. The whole thing lifts off and hovers a little ways off the ground, bathed in green light.

Jasper blinks, her immaculate eyebrows going up as she watches Peridot lift the rack. She hasn't actually seen much of the limb enhancers in action for anything other than, well, tech stuff, and she's honestly a little surprised that their tractor beam can shift the weight of all that metal... But she also doesn't particularly see what the point of this demonstration is. Is Peridot trying to intimidate her...?

Yes. Intimidate her. Definitely. She's definitely not trying to impress her or anything.

The little gem beams wickedly at Jasper's reaction, chuckling smugly. "Of course, this may only be a fraction of what you can accomplish on sheer natural strength, but you do have to admit that the technology is rather impressive."

"Yeah, it's not bad," Jasper agrees, looking thoughtfully at the suspended rack of weights. She glances back at Peridot with a hint of an amused grin. "Too bad you can't use those things to arm wrestle me."

She goes wide-eyed, and her hold on the weight rack wobbles a little bit before she gets a grip and glances away, blushing a little.

"Nyeh...ehehheh... ehhh." Peridot clears her throat, looking kind of uncomfortable. "Nehh. I think you'd probably break my gauntlet, if I were to accept such a challenge."

Jasper really does feel it's a shame that she can't – it would be sort of nice to be able to relate to her on that level, even if it was just through equipment she was using. Not for any weird reasons, though. It would just, you know. Be nice. There aren't any other gems here – no one she can really throw down with – and Peridot's got that sort of vigour that would make it...

Well. No real point reflecting on that.

"Might break you," she muses, frowning. That wobble of the weight rack was a little disconcerting, though; she nods to it. "You can put that down, you know."

Edited 2016-02-10 04:10 (UTC)

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