I Don't Have Time For This!

So far as stupid plans went, this one hadn't been going so great, so far. Portalocity had bounced Peridot and Rufus on a round trip across the multiverse, where they'd faced off against a dragon made of spaghetti, had stared in the eyes of a fifty-foot hamster and had survived to tell the tale, and, perhaps the most harrowing of all, had spent almost an entire day in a Portalocity terminal in a reality where everything made of wood went 'ping' every thirty seconds, without fail.

Peridot had argued a pretty solid case for Homeworld shunning all things organic based on their time spent in that world alone.

But finally, finally, their portal decided to spit them out in their intended destination, in an alleyway behind a rhodochrosite spire, within sight of a nearly-spent Kindergarten that Peridot had earned her Kindergartener certification in centuries before.

She squinted, and then stomped her foot on the ground a few times. Looked around. Picked up a stone from the ground and licked it.

"We're here."

[OOC: NFB! For one for great just-noodling-around SP.]