Peridot here. Day 2.
I despise this place. More than anything.
Typically, a gem such as myself can operate when the sun is out. However, Earths temperature is supremely ill suited for someone such as myself. The lack of humidity is also particularly jarring. I can hear it now in mission command. 'Oh, Peridot, why didn't you act like your polished, superior kindred and acquire heat resistant polish?'
Because I'm not a fucking field unit!
Excuse my rough-class vocabulary. However, it's true. I am not paid as much as the virtual cavemen such as Jasper, who's about one step above licking her own eyeballs and climbing up tall places to shout out a fusion cry.
And yes, I am angry, I am irrational, because I'm not supposed to be here! This was supposed to be a humbling experience. And I get that, I understand it. 'Go activate the Kindergarten in a literal toilet-world because you mouthed off to a person who has direct conversations with Our Great Lord and Protector, Yellow Diamond!'
I'm sorry, I didn't know 'having direct conversations with' meant 'fusing behind closed doors to get her job!'
Am I humbled enough, Chalcedony? Am I? I woke up to a family of loud, buzzing insects nesting near my Gem!
...
I want off this rock. I'm scared. I can't properly rest in fear of biological matter interfering with my joints, my optics, my hands...
And I don't trust the body of water nearby. For all I know, Lapis and those, those... cultists have already gotten Jasper and are just prowling around, watching and waiting for me to slip up. I'm smarter than them, I know their games. I'll start setting up my additional flask robonoids for surveillance. They're the last few I have, and I don't really think this field possesses a reservoir of ferrofluid that's required to make more.
...
I wonder... Those Crystal Gems, there's something about them that's... Odd. What do they have that I don't that enables them to live so, so comfortably?
Are there any Crystal Gems? I must sound like one of those people that think Yellow Diamond was Rose Quartz herself, aheh.
But honestly, maybe there's something here on Earth, that's, that's using the shells of Gems as its own vehicle. Maybe underneath the Crystal Gems is some sort of mold, or moss, or rot... Something organic wearing gems like a suit. Maybe that explains it. However... Pearl, she's intelligent, I noticed patterns in my History class. Behind every major victory for the Crystal Gems, rarely behind any major failure. At least, she seemed to be so. She also seems to act like an actual, well, Gem. She could've been an excellent soldier, maybe an ally. I like to think, in a better world, we could've been acquaintances. She's smart for a combat unit, I'd adore having her instead of the absolute Brick I've received.
However... Maybe she instigated the change, some sort of... Modification to her allies to enable them to act in this intense, awful heat. Maybe she has something I don't, maybe she can make the proper protective fluid...
Maybe the heat is steadily destroying the fiber optic nerves inside my thick skull.
I'm going to try and rest, and see what I can do about this... Organic life problem.
Chapter two! Sorry for the delay, friends. I just got back home, so I'm just maxin' and chillaxin'. A three day trip across the US is going to drain you dry, man. I'll try and be a bit more regular with some more stuff. Or I could become less consistent. It's a mystery.