Locations: Genessia and Attleton

[It has been some time and Alicia has gotten mostly used to being in a new world. She more or less likened it to a new country - which is not inaccurate. She has a place to live picked out, but she won't be able to afford it forever. She needs a job to pay her rent, and afford new clothes besides just her military uniforms.

Alicia is casually strolling around Genessia City and Attleton, exploring the areas, a pad and paper in hand, trying to find a good spot to put her business. Dressed in her much lighter Bruhl town watch uniform, which might help her look less like an obvious foreigner. She seems to be thinking quite hard about something as she jots words down on the pad of paper. Coming close to her would reveal some of her musings.]

"Wonder Bread? ...No... Lucky 7's Bakery? No... That sounds like a casino that happens to be a bakery... I have to think of a catchy name or no one will want to buy my bread..."

[Video]

[The video feed starts up to show a blurry green tube of a finger with more shades of green to either side. Peridot's voice is muffled by her clumsy grip on the videophone but she is clearly yelling.]

Stupid, stupid communicator... thing! Rargh! Why can't I be somewhere that makes sense?! Ugh, fine! Here-

[The video feed turns even more green and zooms a few feet away from scowling Gem, held up by a beam coming out of her stumpy 'palm.' Somehow she already looks worse for wear, missing one foot of her limb enhancers, a smudge of dirt on her visor, and triangular hair a mess.]

Grrr, okay! This thing works right? Not well enough to contact Yellow Diamond- [grumble] -but someone can hear me right?! Ugh, I hate this cruddy old tech. I need to find a way to contact Homeworld! I am not getting stuck on another backwater planet! This one better not be about to explode.

There has to be another Gem here, a warp pad, something! If you Crystal Clods are here you better leave me alone! I'll- I'll blast you to dust if you don't! Urgggh, that would be my luck. I bet those- those idiotic clods are behind this. First they stranded me on Earth and now I'm stranded here! None of this makes sense, what's currency? What's a child?!

Rargh!

[Peridot's agitated flailing breaks the beam holding the videophone and it lands on the grass, face down. The screen is dark for several seconds while Peridot can be heard ranting above. When she picks the phone back up, she's realized how to hold it without obscuring the camera and looks more sullen than enraged.]

Ahem. I am Peridot and I demand someone tell me how to get off this horrible- er, uh, whatever! This planet, I want to get out of here!

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[Action] -- chose a location

Peridot can be found limping around, alternating between yelling at harmless objects, hiding from things like rain and loud noises, and pouting. Often she has a floating green screen up to rant at. It appears she is having a very drawn out and very mobile temper tantrum. Her attempts to find a way off Genessia or figure out things like street signs and organic life are not going well.

Beware flailing metal limbs and hurled objects when she's ranting and stomping about.

Who: 18, Genos, and probably Krillin
What: 18's having some problems with the cybernetics in her arm, Genos might be able to help, thus to the dojo we go. Smol husband is probably going to be mad.
Where: Kame Dojo in Genessia City
When: Late June, near the evening.
Warnings: None

Why she had decided to trust this other cyborg, she had no idea, but he didn't seem to be in league with the ones that had tried to take her life a couple of months ago. So it was safe enough to assume that he was, in fact, a new arrival that just happened to have great timing. Either way, if he could figure out what the problem with her forearm was, all the better for her and the less she'd have to worry about it.

An annoyed noise bubbles from her throat as she paces outside of the dojo proper, hands shoved into the pockets of her skirt for the time being. She knew this was asking for trouble, asking him to come to the dojo like this. Knew that her husband would be around and probably figure out what was going on soon enough, but she was getting it fixed and handled, so there was no real reason for him to be upset. Right? Right.

Either way, the cyborg continued her pacing, boots clicking against the sidewalk in a detectable rhythm. Old habits died hard and it at least kept her mind primarily focused on the waiting aspect of things than the ways this could potentially go wrong.