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thisavrou_log2015-10-27 11:20 pm
peridork) wrote in thisavrou_log2015-10-27 11:20 pm
[CLOSED]
Who: Ratchet and Peridot
What: CRIME. Trespassing. Property damage. Peridot and Ratchet are breaking into one of the infinite number of locked rooms on the ship.
Where: Starting at the Mero deck, ending with SPACE JAIL, with some troublemaking happening in a random room near the library in-between.
When: Ass o’clock in the morning on October 27th or. Y'know. whatever equivalent space date that is.
Warnings: None!
It’s the dead of night when she slips out of her room and comes to call. Fortunately, Peridot’s roommates are likely familiar with her habit of coming and going at weird hours of the night, by now; that’s the curse of sharing a cabin with an inorganic entity that doesn’t require sleep.
Sneaking in to her chosen partner-in-crime’s cabin, on the other hand…
Lucky that he resides on the same deck that she does. Surely, he will be so pleased to be invited to take part in this expedition of hers. With absolutely no prior warning. At 3AM.
She creeps into the cabin and up to his bed with surprising stealth, taking care not to wake his roommate (which, side note, she almost bungles horribly when she goes to the wrong bed at first, and almost attempts to rouse poor Tali by mistake. Noticed the lack of orange fur in the nick of time). One disembodied finger floats out to jab the sleeping Lombax hard on the cheek
“Ratchet… Ratchet," Peridot hisses at barely a whisper. Wake up, furball.
What: CRIME. Trespassing. Property damage. Peridot and Ratchet are breaking into one of the infinite number of locked rooms on the ship.
Where: Starting at the Mero deck, ending with SPACE JAIL, with some troublemaking happening in a random room near the library in-between.
When: Ass o’clock in the morning on October 27th or. Y'know. whatever equivalent space date that is.
Warnings: None!
It’s the dead of night when she slips out of her room and comes to call. Fortunately, Peridot’s roommates are likely familiar with her habit of coming and going at weird hours of the night, by now; that’s the curse of sharing a cabin with an inorganic entity that doesn’t require sleep.
Sneaking in to her chosen partner-in-crime’s cabin, on the other hand…
Lucky that he resides on the same deck that she does. Surely, he will be so pleased to be invited to take part in this expedition of hers. With absolutely no prior warning. At 3AM.
She creeps into the cabin and up to his bed with surprising stealth, taking care not to wake his roommate (which, side note, she almost bungles horribly when she goes to the wrong bed at first, and almost attempts to rouse poor Tali by mistake. Noticed the lack of orange fur in the nick of time). One disembodied finger floats out to jab the sleeping Lombax hard on the cheek
“Ratchet… Ratchet," Peridot hisses at barely a whisper. Wake up, furball.
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That's a good point. They're all pretty identical, with no real way of determining if one would be more beneficial to open over another. But Peridot is determined maintain an image of knowing exactly what she's doing here, because she wants to be impressive, so... she points at one at random.
"That one. We'll be opening that one there."
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He tries the panel next to the doorframe, just to be sure. It's just as locked as expected. Stepping aside, he gestures at the door.
"Alright. It's your show."
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Most of what she's actually doing to break in there is subsequently blocked from view by her massive hair, her face is pressed so close to the lock, but in just a few minutes, she manages to break into the panel and successfully tamper with mechanisms inside, until...
"Right. So... when I connect these two wires, the door should open," she says, turning her head to address Ratchet directly. There's a sort of tension about her features that's easily noticeable, though she would never admit that she's actually feeling kind of frightened about what they might find in there.
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"What d'you mean, should open?" Ratchet gives her an incredulous look, before shaking his head. "Well, forget it, it's too late now. Just hurry up and open it...We'll deal with what happens, when it happens." He makes a go-on gesture with the gun in one hand. Safety first.
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She pauses to stare, briefly, at the wires clenched between her fingers, one in each hand. Swallowing her trepidation, she seems to find her courage all at once and hastily jams the two pieces together.
The resulting electrical surge causes the door to malfunction and slide open with an eerie hiss, as if someone had actually properly unlocked it...
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"Not bad, Peridot," he says, quite sincerely, before moving past her to peer into the room. It's...dark. Really dark. He takes a step into the room, gun first; not that he expects any trouble, but, call it force of habit. He waits for his eyes to adjust before moving any further in, wary of tripping over or running into anything. The light from the hallway illuminates little, but there are glints of light in the dark, bouncing back off of reflective surfaces of some kind.
"Is there a light? I can't see anything..."
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Her voice comes from over his shoulder; she's crouched behind him, apparently determined to keep as close to him as possible.
(Certainly not the first time he's had some green-clad coward using him as a shield.)
There's the quiet whir of alien machinery, and then a broad beam of pale green light floods the room ahead. It illuminates the countless glass sculptures that dominate the space and then dances around haphazardly; that's Peridot getting startled by what she sees and jerking her arm as she flinches in surprise.
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“Whoa. This is….not what I was expecting.” Ratchet lowers his gun, taking a step closer to one of the nearest statues. What had been he been expecting? Weapons? The explanation to some sort of illicit plot? A closet where the captains hung their human disguises when they weren’t wearing them? In reality, he’d mostly expected to find nothing. Definitely not this.
He leans close to one of the statues; they’re almost transparent...a fact that makes their crystalline features in the green light all the more eerie. He wondered absently what they were made of, although he doesn’t know enough about minerals or gems to even begin to guess. Glass seemed like the most likely, but who knew?
“What do you suppose these are for?” He says to Peridot without looking back in her direction. "It doesn’t seem like a room full of delicate glass statues has much of a place on a spaceship."
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CRUNCH.
The gem lets out the quietest squeak of distress she can manage under the circumstances and reels back, balancing precariously on one clunky boot. The other one dangles above the shattered remains of yet another statue, one that was so small she didn't even see it until it was way too late.
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"What are you doing!? he demands through gritted teeth, as if the answer isn't obvious. He gives her a disbelieving look over his shoulder, glancing down at the broken statue and Peridot's precarious stance. "Don't touch anything!"
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It seems like it happens in slow motion: the gem gesticulating angrily as she spits out her retort, she causes herself to go off balance. Terrified, she reacts by over-correcting in a desperate bid halt her unfortunate descent, and feeling gravity working against her, she tries to jerk back in the other direction but it's too late, she's slamming into one of the larger sculptures, sending it tipping over as well --
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"Oh no."
Ratchet makes a futile move towards Peridot, arm outstretched, but he's nowhere near close enough to keep her from falling into the sculpture, and its all downhill from there. He can only watch in abject horror as the large - and probably expertly crafted - statue shatters into million inexpert shards, an ear-splitting crash that half the ship could probably hear accompanying it.
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A silence stretches.
She whips her head towards Ratchet: "RUN!"
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Ignoring Peridot's panic completely, he picks up a piece of the glass, staring at it for a long time in silence. He looks around the room again, at the shattered statues, dropping the piece back to the floor.
"Uh yeah, we should definitely go."
And pretend this never happened. Never speak of it again.
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That's Peridot. She's already halfway to the door, eager to get clear of the scene of the crime. Sorry Ratcho, buddy, it's every alien for his/herself.
BOY IT SURE WOULD SUCK IF THERE WAS SOME KIND OF SILENT ALARM ON THAT DOOR THAT HAD ALREADY ALERTED THE CAPTAINS TO THE BREAK IN.