"I have no idea what this "fuck" means," Peridot said with air quotes, "But you're at Beach City, and you're interfering with some very serious business. Now if you please...Oh, come on..." Peridot was still trying to work the portal device...doesn't look like it's working.
Also, Peridot said "fuck." I wish I was recording this.
Felix ground his teeth a bit and glared at Mercy for a second before letting out a sigh and running his hands down his face. He took her outstretched hand and gave it a quick firm shake. "The name's Felix. Now if you don't mind, there's some serious explaining needed here cause all of you are way to calm about this." He took his hand away and was about to stuff it in his pocket when he noticed his left hand was locked in place and he gave it a quick smack with his good hand which loosened it up and started responding correctly. He started speaking while giving the hand a shake as a bit of sand started to free itself from the joints in the hand. "So, you said Beach City, so that's where I'd like to start. That the name of a town from a cartoon, and your diminutive green friend there also from that same place, so let's begin there." Once he finished getting the sand out of his hand he stuffed them into his pockets and looked at Mercy and Peridot for responses.
Post by pearlquartz17 on Feb 25, 2016 22:07:29 GMT
"Ah, it is finished!" After several hours of sketching and then painting Pearl, he had finally made something of value. He turned the sketchbook around to show his model.
She was lying outstretched towards the sea, a thin, pale sea Cybele sprung from ocean (to quote Byron); Fritz's watercolor tapestry of purples and oranges and tawny sunset yellows glowed on her milky limbs. The tints he had chosen for her body were resplendent and ranged from plain cream to a sort of super-ivory that seemed to supersede the two-dimensional limitations of the canvas depending on where the various shades of sunset hit them. She was clothed (as Fritz certainly didn't want Pearl to take it the wrong way) in light layers of Grecian relic. His brush had been skillful in shaping the chiton to fit the contours of her slim frame and in allowing the fabric to laze about on her body in a fashion that was, as a matter of fact, quite sumptuous. Not to say, of course, that he was in love with her or anything; he merely had a knack for romanticizing his images. His chief inspirations in his first few years of art school, after all, had been Boucher, Watteau, and Gericault.
Before Alex could try to get a hold of the situation, she found herself lying in soft sand. She sat up, looking around. "Oh, man," she groaned. "This is not happening. Am I seriously in a cartoon right now?!" One of the people who had also went through the portal, a young woman who looked a few years older than Alex, approached her. "And what is your name, miss?" She asked, sticking out her hand. Alex hesitantly shook it. "My name's Alexandria Ardington," She said weakly. "B-but you can call me Alex." "Amd my name's Pasta!" Alex's other side blurted. "She wasn't asking you!" Alex growled, then smiled shyly at the young woman. "Sorry, she isn't usually so rude."
"Come on, Garnet," Steven pleaded, "We need to let her go, she helped us!" Garnet popped the bubble.
"Alright. I know you'll take care of her, Steven."
"It's certainly vivid," Pearl said, "Hmm...nicely stylized. I guess this was worth the effort."
"I think we should send these two back," I said to Peridot and Mercy, "We'll say it was all a dream, and they'll think nothing of it."
"I would, but the reality gate isn't functioning correctly!" Peridot said, still trying to get the portal to close. "Come on, come on..." She flipped a switch, making the portal disappear.
"Alright, now open it back up so we can send these two back," I said. Peridot happily flipped the activation switch...but all that did was make the portal device groan loudly, like a car driving with its parking break. "...What's wrong, Peridot?" She started banging the device angrily.
Mercy chuckled "Well its nice to meet you both, Alex and Pasta." She smiled at both Felix and Alex, but frowned at Nick and Peridot.
"Now come on, you two. Don't be such spoilsports. Who knows, maybe they can help. The more the merrier, in my opinion. Also, they appear to be intelligent individuals, so I don't think the dream thing will work, Nick."
Alex felt a little better after introducing herself to Mercy. She seemed awfully nice, so that was a small bit of comfort for Alex. But as Peridot desperately tried to open the portal again, Alex felt her heart skip a beat. "We're gonna be stuck here," she whimpered. "Eh, I'm sure it's fine," Pasta said reassuringly. "We'll be home in no time. Then we can curl up in bed and try to forget this ever happened." But when the portal made a loud, screeching sound, Alex and Pasta both realized they were stuck in Beach City. Alex forced herself not to cry. She would be strong! She had to! Besides, she was intelligent beyond her years. Perhaps she could help Peridot fix the portal... "Wh-what seems t-to be the p-p-problem?" She stammered.
"Just a slight malfunction," Peridot stuttered, "I-I can fix this!" The device then caught fire, and Peridot started running around in a panic.
"Peridot, cover it in sand!" I yelled, hoping she wouldn't question the logic in that. I let out a sigh as she doused the flames in sand, picking up the completely ruined portal device once the flames were out.
"...This could take some time to repair." Peridot groaned.
"Hey! You need any help?" Sour Cream called to Whipple, the other Cool Kids and Lars in tow.
As the device burned, so did Alex's hope. She slumped to the ground, oblivious to the hot sand stinging her palms. "Hey, hey, uh... It's okay," Pasta said reassuringly. "It's okay. We'll find out how to get home. Trust me." "Trust you?!" Alex snapped. "This is your fault, and you want me to trust you?! If you had just let me chill at home, we wouldn't..." Alex sighed in defeat. She knew it was wrong to blame her other half, but she was still angry. She just wasn't sure who she was angry at. "I'm sorry," she muttered. Pasta said nothing, but Alex knew that she was forgiven. She stood up, looking out at the ocean. "Whatever is going on, we can handle it," she said confidently. "We're the best team around." Alex turned to her new acquaintances. "What can we do to help?"