"A what--?" Peridot turned around, squinting up automatically--but she wasn't looking high enough, and she had to crane rather more drastically to see the face of the... uh. Was that a human?
...eugh. Maybe not. She stood up quickly, not wanting to be on the dirty ground any longer than need be. Especially not with this 'not-an-electrician' right there.
"The town baker," he introduced with a flourish, obviously expecting her to be impressed by that. He eyed the light post and then looked down the street to see if others were meeting a similar fate. "Hope you're planning on putting that back."
Peridot stared at him for a moment in blank (and decidedly uncomfortable) incomprehension before looking back down at the thing she'd excavated from the pole, the corners of her mouth turning down tersely. She glanced at the pole, then at the thing--then at the 'baker.'
"I don't see what difference it would make. If you want it put together, you can do it. I'm done here." She deployed her left hand display, preparing to make a final note before setting off.
James blinked at the peculiar screen that shimmered into existence right in front of him. Refusing to be stunned for long, he snorted and cupped a hand aside his mouth.
"Have fun getting arrested for destruction of public property! The police here don't play around."
The police, at least, were a force Peridot was familiar with. Familiar, yes--but impressed, no. They'd taken excessive pains to be 'helpful,' but like everything else here, it had been... underwhelming.
Destruction of public property? Did they even care about that?
Did she?
She paused, unsure, her floating finger hovering over the projected screen.
Oh no. He was following her. No, no--ugh, she didn't want--ugh.
"Three of your days." Peridot quickly resumed walking, scrolling rapidly through her notes, swiping past several screens without so much as looking up. Her brows drew further together as her patience thinned--both with the 'Baker' and with the contents of her work.
"Now be silent, I need to make a record of this."
She tapped the screen, bringing up a new menu. Then she tapped it again. Begin recording.
"--stranding, day three. This is Peridot. Continued investigations into the nature of technological establishment in 'Ruby City.' I have disassembled one of the lighting devices."
JW had about about three seconds before he was buried in a sea of technical jargon.
His brows drifted up at her command. Be silent. Be silent!
Oh, Peridot, you--well no, you probably don't know anything about cats and telling them not to do things, do you? You poor geometric asshole. James quickened his pace so that he was nearly walking abreast with her. He glanced at her screen and thought it interesting that while he could (sort of) understand the deep space BS she was rattling off, the symbols on the screen were completely unreadable.
"It was a light bulb. They're magic. Nearly everything here is. Nobody knows where our food stores come from, they just reappear over night. I don't trust it."
Peridot whipped around instantaneously, prepared for an outburst of outrage, but before she could get the first syllable out--she stopped.
That... was actually... useful. 'Light bulb.'
Yes. Yes.
Just because her first encounters hadn't been fruitful didn't mean they were all so cardinally useless. She could use this one.
"Your... 'food' stores?" She tapped at her display quickly, making hurried notes, glancing sideways between the Baker and her screen. "What about the... 'light bulb?"
If she could get him to elaborate on this a little more...
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...eugh. Maybe not. She stood up quickly, not wanting to be on the dirty ground any longer than need be. Especially not with this 'not-an-electrician' right there.
"And you are...?"
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Peridot stared at him for a moment in blank (and decidedly uncomfortable) incomprehension before looking back down at the thing she'd excavated from the pole, the corners of her mouth turning down tersely. She glanced at the pole, then at the thing--then at the 'baker.'
"I don't see what difference it would make. If you want it put together, you can do it. I'm done here." She deployed her left hand display, preparing to make a final note before setting off.
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"Have fun getting arrested for destruction of public property! The police here don't play around."
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Destruction of public property? Did they even care about that?
Did she?
She paused, unsure, her floating finger hovering over the projected screen.
"I heard nothing about that."
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"Doesn't surprise me. How long have you been here. Twenty minutes? Two hours?"
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"Three of your days." Peridot quickly resumed walking, scrolling rapidly through her notes, swiping past several screens without so much as looking up. Her brows drew further together as her patience thinned--both with the 'Baker' and with the contents of her work.
"Now be silent, I need to make a record of this."
She tapped the screen, bringing up a new menu. Then she tapped it again. Begin recording.
"--stranding, day three. This is Peridot. Continued investigations into the nature of technological establishment in 'Ruby City.' I have disassembled one of the lighting devices."
JW had about about three seconds before he was buried in a sea of technical jargon.
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Oh, Peridot, you--well no, you probably don't know anything about cats and telling them not to do things, do you? You poor geometric asshole. James quickened his pace so that he was nearly walking abreast with her. He glanced at her screen and thought it interesting that while he could (sort of) understand the deep space BS she was rattling off, the symbols on the screen were completely unreadable.
"It was a light bulb. They're magic. Nearly everything here is. Nobody knows where our food stores come from, they just reappear over night. I don't trust it."
Nobody asked you, James. You are not a scientist.
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Peridot whipped around instantaneously, prepared for an outburst of outrage, but before she could get the first syllable out--she stopped.
That... was actually... useful. 'Light bulb.'
Yes. Yes.
Just because her first encounters hadn't been fruitful didn't mean they were all so cardinally useless. She could use this one.
"Your... 'food' stores?" She tapped at her display quickly, making hurried notes, glancing sideways between the Baker and her screen. "What about the... 'light bulb?"
If she could get him to elaborate on this a little more...
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He wondered if he could pawn off one of her fingers.
"What about the light bulb?"