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Library, Wednesday

Oh, the library. Peridot was kind of pleased to be back in here, even though it hadn't been so long since the weekend, to pick up the last of the research materials that were still lying around and to get back to some semblance of normalcy in her day-to-day.

She maybe got a little sidetracked when she picked up a few books about sharks, mind. Everything was still going to get put away, of course, but there was something she didn't know much about, right there, and it seemed important to her that she pause to read up on it.

The library was open, and the Gem was in. And also kind of thinking it would be cool to have skin made up of millions of tiny teeth.

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"If those things also happen to be relevant to his interests, then yes," Peridot agreed, pulling her phone out once again, and then loading up the app. "There's a stop here in the library, I can show you right now."

The stop marked Special Collections, but they only had to be within range, they didn't actually have to go inside.

"Ohhhhh, so, what, is it like a mobile game?" Summer asked, tilting her head, then she snorted. "Of course that's what he'd fine relevant to teach, god."

Not that she was saying she'd actually want to learn about healing crystals, but it might help to have an idea of what fresh hell she'd be introduced to next semester, assuming the Federation would keep signing her up for his classes because they were the dumbest things ever.

"I think he really wanted to catch 'em all," Peridot agreed, nodding a little and pointing out the stop on the game screen once it loaded. She tapped it, spun it, and her daily streak increased by one. "It is endearing, in its own way. And gave me some added incentive to explore more of the island."

Summer's nose wrinkled a little; she wasn't sure endearing was the word she'd choose for it.

"So I take it those things are all around the island? At least that's actually doing something. My dad's addicted to this game where all you do is pop balloons. That's it. You just pop balloons. Sometimes the balloons go faster, sometimes there's bad balloons to avoid popping, but, literally, you just pop balloons, and he'll spend hours on it."

Peridot blinked a little at that and tilted her head.

"Why would you want to pop balloons, anyway?"

They were amusing the way they were!

Summer shook her head, lifting her hands uselessly, as Peridot's guess was as good as hers.

"Some people like the popping sound, I guess, or to scare people with them," she ventured. "In my dad's case, I think he just liked the animations and the bright colors and the occasional sense of victory over something in his sad, pathetic life."

"Victory... can be satisfying," Peridot said, after a short pause. "Even if it's over the helpless. Or, uh, the inanimate."

She wasn't sure if that really applied to digital balloons, but humans still didn't make complete sense to her at the best of times.

"I guess," Summer still didn't look convinced, but Peridot shouldn't feel bad, as clearly, not even humans understood other humans. "Maybe I'll show it to Mr. Deadpool, and we'll have an entire class on it. Or maybe I'll just blow my dad's mind when I show him his dumb balloon popping game on holograph."

"I think by that point you might as well just be popping real balloons," Peridot noted, but shrugged and made a mental note to make certain that the tech she installed in Summer's phone could also extrapolate and project two-dimensional images in 3D. It might come up with some weird results, because algorhythms always did, but it was better than nothing. "I never had games on my screen."

She looked back down at her phone.

"It's a nice change. Even if I don't always understand the point of them."

"It's less clean-up and work than real balloons," Summer pointed out, though Peridot's little comment at the end made her smile. "Do you play anything other than that Pokestop one?"

Peridot shook her head a little.

"I put that one on my phone because of the class," she admitted. "I have a few... apps. The one where you send short messages out into the void was amusing, for a while."

Peridot had a Twitter. Fear.

"What about the one where you send pictures and videos out into the void for a short while before thry disappear? "

No, Summer. NO.

"... Why would you want them to disappear?"

Because most of them were dick pics, Peridot.

"Then it's, I don't know, like a secret," Summer offered. "And if you do something silly or embarrassing or, you know, private , the evidence is gone, no permanent record "

"Private?"

Sorry, Summer. Look at who you were talking to?

"Like... secret inventions?"

Now that was just adorable.

And since Summer didn't have the creativity to try to think of many other things, she figured it'd be easiest if she just didn't dodge it and tried to explain. Hey, Peridot liked learning new things, so hopefully she'll appreciate it and not just add a tally to her "Humans are Weird" marks.

"That's...one way to look at it, sure," she said, "but, uh, I was thinking more of....well, humans sort of...do a mating ritual. Birds, like, have feathers and stuff that the preen and display to attract mates, but humans don't have feathers. We can be a lot more...direct, and we just...send each other picture of our private parts in hopes to, uh, elicit a response of a sexual nature. So you, voop, take the pic, send it off, they get a nice look at whatever you want to show them, and then, poof, gone. Hopefully. I mean, I'm pretty sure you can save the pictures, too, but that really goes against the whole spirit of it."

Peridot needed a moment to parse that one. She was totally game, here. She was trying! But the best she could really manage was, "Then it isn't of much use to me, is it?"

She had no private parts to speak of.

She was an actual literal gemstone.

"Not in that way, no," Summer had to admit with a smirk. "But it can still be fun. People post about what they're doing, concerts, food...not just nudes and selfies. They're like brief little...flashes of time, and then, poof, they're gone, like the Buddhist idea if i.permanence."

"... Buddhist?"

Peridot had missed basically all of Earth history, there.

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