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Practical Philosophy, Monday

"I'm... still not completely sure what happened last week," Ender admitted.

This did not happen often, folks.

"There might be a discussion topic in here somewhere about chaos, friendship and harmony," he volunteered, "But I think today we'll have an open floor, and you can talk about what you want."

He shoved a bottle forward. "Please. Make sure to hydrate."

God only knew what being a pony could do to you.

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... Yeah.

Ada Miller

Peridot

Mara Jade

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About anything, really.

"Apparently, I missed it all," Peridot muttered. She was looking utterly grouchy, sitting with her knees to her chest again, but this time she was missing a foot that she hadn't been able to locate that morning when she'd re-formed her body. She'd go back to the rocky bits to find it but... well... she didn't much trust them, right then. "What happened?"

"A strange creature arrived on the island, turned everyone into ponies, and attempted to force the island to descend into... even more chaos than usual," Ender said. Wryly.

He'd been through a few of these. "What happened to you?"

Peridot considered that. If it hadn't meant misplacing one of her feet, she might even be relieved that she'd missed whatever this ridiculous place considered chaos.

"... A rock," she muttered. "A big one. I was moving it and made a minor miscalculation."

Minor. The sort of minor miscalculation that would have killed a normal person under the same circumstances.

"A minor miscalculation that appears to have cost you a limb," Ender noted. Though with absolutely zero judgment.

It had done far more damage than that, but Peridot wasn't going to say as much just yet.

"It's not lost, it's just... misplaced, somewhere." That was sort of the same thing and she knew it. But one meant that she had a chance of finding it again. She needed that. "I'll head back out to the rocky area to look for it after class. I was running late."

Or... hobbling late. Walking was hard when you were missing a foot.

"You're welcome to go find it now if it's giving you any trouble," Ender volunteered, his eyebrows coming together. "I thought you could... reassemble your body?"

"I can," Peridot said quickly, "and I did! It's just..."

She frowned a little bit. Talking about Gem societal norms and even their own odd take on biology was all fine and good. Admitting that she was basically a meter-tall with hair included and she wore extra attachments to her limbs to make her taller was a different matter entirely.

So, instead, she reached an arm down and used those free-floating fingers of hers to knock on the lower leg piece that wasn't missing a foot. The sound that it made was distinctly metallic and hollow. Then she moved her hand up and did the same to her thigh, getting a much more sedate, fleshy sound.

"Ahhh," Ender said, parsing that immediately.

Though since Peridot seemed disinclined to say it out loud, he wasn't going to embarrass her by doing it instead. "I'm sorry," he said. "Please let me know if you need any help finding it? My partner's senses are very well attuned; he's good at finding things."

Why not abuse the Force for something useful?

"It probably hasn't gone very far," Peridot replied. "Unless somebody has some use for a single gravity connector that I wasn't aware of before."

It would make a great cereal bowl! Or a planter!

"But if I can't find it..." She frowned, not sure what to make of the offer. Apparently, assists in personal matters like this weren't something she got many of. "... I'll come find you. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Ender offered her a faint smile.

"In any event," he said, "You didn't miss anything important."

He had absolutely no idea what might have happened to Peridot had she been around for it all, honestly.

It would have been interesting to see how the powers of Dischord fared against the hard-light construct of a Homeworld Gem's projected body. And Peridot would have been very concerned if it had changed without her say-so.

"Well... good. Then I won't worry about it."

Mara frowned very hard. "I had to go home and miss all the fun."

"You would've considered being part of this mess fun?" Ender checked.

"No?" Mara tried.

Ender raised his eyebrows.

"Well, maybe a little," Mara said. "It's hard to connect to people without shared experiences, even if the experiences are a little odd."

"That's very analytical of you," Ender observed. "Has this generally helped you make connections?"

"Not really," Mara admitted. "I'm not great at small talk."

"I'd say 'remember the time we all turned into ponies and had to fight an evil overlord' might be less than small," Ender said wryly.

"Well, it's probably not the first thing I'd try at a welcome picnic," Mara admitted, "but it's not bad for the common room."

He's just happy to get some sleep now that his daughter is a human again.

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