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Who: Blue Diamond, Open
What: Getting down locations, meeting new 'coworkers'
When: 1-2 days before Event
Where: All over the Carnival
Warnings: None currently

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[The only thing keeping Blue complacent is knowing she made the choice to be here herself. The indignity of being reduced to a mere aid for others when she was a diamond for stars' sake would be intolerable even for her. But the prize is worth it.. and it's only a year.

A year is still long enough to need to know who her coworkers are and more importantly who those who outrank her are. Not all of them would be telling her what to do, but keeping things working smoothly in case she did need to go to them for something - or them to her for some requisition or other - is simple common sense. A little asking around gets Blue pointed in the right direction..

Which means visiting supervisor's grove. She has a mental list of descriptions and names of those she's supposed to be looking for, and once she spots one (and presuming they don't look otherwise occupied at some other task - Blue is mindful, and she knows what work looks like in its many forms), it's just a matter of saying hello.]

Pardon me. Do you have a few moments?

2

[Peoplewatching follows. There's a lot of people in the carnival, some human, some ... mixed? Some don't seem as if they were ever human to begin with but there's plenty of locations for Blue Diamond to settle down in a somewhat out of the way place and do nothing at all but watch the others go about their duties, sitting or standing depending on location.

The diamond - in this case the Ringmaster - of course set the tone of a location, but it's the lower class gems that always lived and breathed it, and if she was going to blend into this place, she needed to better understand how they behaved, what they did ... and why.

Perhaps you're the person Blue's chosen to watch right now, a silent seven and a half foot tall azure shadow keeping tabs on what you're doing, what you're wearing, everything you're saying.. it might be a little uncomfortable but for the air of benign benevolence she manages to cultivate.]

3

[With a better idea of what this place expects by way of appearance, it's time to familiarize herself with locations. If a new arrival can get there, Blue's going to be there sooner or later, looking around with interest and attempting to at least become familiar with various locations and what they're for.

Roping her into lending a hand with this small task or that one shouldn't take much effort at all, Blue seems interested in learning and being of what assistance she can be. Got a task? Make use of the strange blue lady hanging around.]

4

[There are times when Blue simply leaves the main carnival and heads into the woods for a little bit of quiet to allow herself some time to acclimate to new information and the general headache and effort of pretending to be this entire place's newest Pearl.

The forest prevents anyone from leaving, but Blue isn't trying to leave and perhaps something of the entangling, confusing place understands that. It's easier to find little quiet out of the way spots amongst the trees to loiter a while, even if she's not terribly comfortable with being surrounded by so much organic mass. She'll be here well into the evening, a dark blue wraith between the trunks, seemingly looking for something. She's not lost .. not yet, but that could change at any time with this place.]

5

[Wildcard; bring it on]

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[It's later in the evening when there's a weird scuffling noise coming from nearby, like someone is making their way through the foliage as well but has a severe dislike of anything nature. Which, when you're from an advanced alien species that invented organic sweeps, is not all that surprising.

Zim has been working on numerous doomsday plans, all varying degrees of horrible, all hampered by the fact that he doesn't have his base or much in the way of advanced scientific equipment, but that hasn't stopped him from plotting. And oh boy, has he been plotting! The lack of a need to sleep has been very helpful in said plotting, and now that he's got a few extremely good ideas he needs both a soundboard and probably someone to rant at for a while. With no GIR or Minimoose around and his roommate being so apathetic he has decided the next best victim is the tall blue alien who seemed to think torturing a small human child was an Okay Thing to plan. Also, did I mention she's tall? Still inferior to an Irken, but slightly less inferior than 95% of the other mutants and such here.

It's late enough that the human customers have left, so he isn't bothering with his disguise. For now his wig and contacts are safely stored in his PAK, so if he does need them he can pull them out in short order. Yep, he is traipsing through the dark forest all buggy, trying his best not to trip over roots and other assorted plant things on the ground making this trek more difficult than it should be. But he saw her enter the forest a while ago, so if he can hunt her down here, where they have a semblance of privacy, then great!]

Hey! HEY!! [There is the sound of a yelling and a thump, reminiscent of a small alien tripping over something and landing on the ground face first. There's a moment of silence, and then:] INFERIOR BLUE ALIEN!

[It's the little green imp again!

Admittedly Blue does not expect to encounter Zim out here and it really does crush a bit on her quiet time, but he had proven amusing before, and perhaps he'd be just what she needed to take her mind off current events. At the yelling and noise, she turns and begins picking her way back through the foliage, homing in on the sound of all his chaos with ease.

She could complain about being called 'inferior', but he had no idea what being a diamond meant. If he did know he might not even be able to comprehend it. Better to not tax the poor little thing too much.]

Zim, is that you? Have you come up with a plan to defeat your human foe?

[For the last bit of this trek he is going to get extremely tired of the uneven ground, and his robotic spiderlegs are shooting out of his PAK so he can skitter the rest of the way. Those things are far more graceful than stumpy flesh legs, even if a regular person would find them kind of unsettling. Also, it makes him taller.]

Nope! Even better!

[He holds up his notepad which is absolutely useless, because it's filled with nonsensical (and poor) drawings as well as an alien scrawl that looks disjointed and scribbly.]

It's my overwhelmingly amazing plan of what I'm going to do to this filthy carnival when I conquer it!

Better?

[She sounds interested, and it's not at all possible to tell if it's feigned or not. The notepad Zim holds up is utterly unintelligible to her, and after a few moments of studying it she decides that's because it really IS impossible to understand, and not just some foreign script.]

So what are your plans? It's awfully bold to think of trying to conquer a place such as this.

[Since he no longer has to walk anywhere his spiderlegs shoot back into his PAK and he lands lightly on the ground.]

It's simple! Mind control through their disgusting, greasy foods! They're always shoveling that garbage into their gaping maws, they would be utterly helpless!

[Ah yes the organic need to absorb other organic things in order to fuel themselves. The specifics of whether or not it's greasy has eluded Blue entirely, she simply hadn't paid any attention.]

French fries in trade for servitude? You might need a little more, if you're not using chemicals of some sort to control them directly.

[Blue doesn't consider this helping, she considers it an investment in her own entertainment. That backpack ... reminded her very much of the limb enhancers some second-generation gems needed. Was he also somewhat deficient compared to his fellows?]

[Let him tell you all about how gross greasy food is, Blue. It's the worst.]

Eh, a fair exchange never works out very well. [He would know, he's literally tried that before with burritos.] I just need the right chemicals and I can produce a mind control serum that will devastate this entire carnival!

If you are going to attempt that route, I would suggest expanding beyond greasy.

[Blue carefully settles down amongst the moss and roots of a big tree, simply to put her more at Zim's level. It's easier to see his antics that way. Such a big head was surprisingly emotive.]

Not everyone will eat it, and then you'll have a rebellion on your hands!

[Zim hops up onto a rock. Even with her sitting he's still unbearably short in comparison, so this gives him a little extra height.]

These filthy monkeys wouldn't dare rebel against ZIM! If they do I'll just make my mind control slaves imprison them in that tent with all the smelly animals, let those things eat them.

[... He's either been thinking really hard about this, or he's done it before.]

[Honestly she suspects he's done it before. He didn't really seem to be the sort for a whole lot of in-depth thinking.

Time to see if she can toss a tiny little wrench into those plans and see what happens.]

What about the ones who aren't human? Some of them might not even eat.

[Zim considers this question for a moment - A MOMENT - before spouting the first solution that pops into his head.]

Who around here doesn't need to eat, eh? I'll just have to reprogram them manually!

[He doesn't sound reluctant at having to "reprogram" a sentient being, whatever that means.]

Nonhumans, perhaps. It's a very large universe, after all.

[She's not big and blue because she's human, after all! But she's not really going to press that particular point in case he tries it. She'd rather see what he comes up with on his own.]

It seems this place is on borrowed time then. What will you do once you've conquered it?

I haven't recognized any of those that wouldn't need food. I would know.

[He sounds very sure of himself, which is undoubtedly a bit silly. But anyways, his next answer is a very excited one.]

Enslave everyone, obviously! And then blow it all up!

[He's so sure and so utterly wrong. His confidence was painfully adorable and misplaced.]

And blow up your new slaves as well? Including the Ringmaster? You might be hard pressed to find anyone else who grants wishes..

Who cares about those?? ZIM needs no wishes! [He makes his own fate! Or ruins other peoples'. Something like that.]

And eh, I'll just blow up the annoying or useless ones. Don't need those!

Is that so? I'm surprised, usually there's at least one thing we want that's otherwise impossible..

[Though she suspected the sort of things Zim might bargain for are the sorts of things the Ringmaster wouldn't bother with doing. An organized leader didn't conquer worlds for other people very often.]

Ah, more explosions! You should consider branching out, such as the water previously. You might get bored otherwise.

[Well. Not Zim, precisely.]

But there's no time like the present! When is your takeover beginning? I do want to be prepared, it should be fun.

Hah, that's only because an inferior creature would have something they want that's an impossibility! Not the case for ME!

[There's also the fact that he is severely in denial about certain things. Like being too short to ever be Tallest, or having a PAK full of errors rendering him defective, or even GIR being entirely shitty.

He sounds a little less enthused as he goes on, though.]

Eh, well, I'd need more supplies for that. Even to get this plan going will take a while. [In fact, he's looking more disappointed.] If I could get to my base this would be easy. The tools that are here complete junk, and that green monster calling herself an engineer doesn't help any.

It's not a complete impossibility if a wish might grant it, however.

[Zim could strike a bargain to make himself Tallest! ... Surely he wouldn't be any less of a deranged ruler than his people already have, and that would likely be even more entertaining for anyone else watching.

Watching his enthusiasm dim a bit was almost sad in turn.]

Well, isn't it convenient then that part of my new job here is to arrange for supplies? Maybe I can help a little. Not with a whole base, of course, I'm only one gem..

[Green .. monster. Engineer. Blue pauses for a moment.]

The engineer here? Peridot?

[Zim completely abandons that whole wish discussion because he thinks it's ridiculous and, more importantly, her job sounds incredibly useful to him.]

Supplies?! What kinds of supplies?? Can you acquire GLUE?? [Yes. Glue is the most important thing here. He doesn't want to find out how he reacts to the water here.

The mention of Peridot's name gives him pause because he literally cannot remember if that's what it was, he doesn't like paying attention to details about her if he can help it.]

I DON'T REMEMBER! That ugly one with the terrible laugh, like nyeh-heh-heh! [He's making an exaggerated disgusted face as he mimics Peridot's laughter.] It's so pathetic!

I can acquire glue. There's many kinds I believe.

[Glue? She's pretty sure there's no real takeover plans that could be reliant on glue, and such a thing is pretty common even on Homeworld so out here there must be plenty to be found!

Of course she's going to have to find out. It might prove important later for others, like the young lady working on costumes.

Blue has, however, never heard this Peridot laugh.]

Hm. It might be the same one, especially if there's an odd tail and other deformations involved. If it is she, you're best off not involving her anyway, direct conquest is not part of a peridot's purpose.

I require school glue - the white kind. I need it.

[Heck yes, that search he conducted earlier was entirely fruitless, so he's incredibly glad this could be a viable solution to the whole water issue he has. Blue doesn't seem too bad to him - she's probably the most tolerable person he's met here so far.

Plus she seems to have information on the other workers.]

Eh, you know about her? What's her purpose?

[She has no idea what school glue is but someone else should and acquiring it shouldn't be difficult.]

I will endeavor to find some. I should know in a day if there's any here, or if I must fetch it from somewhere else.

[Or ask someone else to fetch it for her, let's be real. Blue's willing to do some work but not the exceedingly mindless tedium of say, actually doing the shopping. As for Peridot..]

Peridots are technicians. This one's role here mirrors what she was made for, albeit with more authority than she'd otherwise be granted. Her cut tend to get ... carried away on their own.

[Much like Zim.]

I do hope she won't require glue as well, there might not be enough for two..

[Yes! Victory for Zim! Now he just needs to build some kind of glue bathing facility for the trailer.]

Excellent! [One more thing he can check off his list of things to do.] Get as much as you can, and tell me when you have it!

[He doesn't care how she gets it so it's all good! With that finally figured out he's in a better mood - one that gets EVEN BETTER when he hears what Peridot is supposed to be. In fact, her position sounds far inferior to that of an Irken Elite and Invader, so he's just laaaauuughing. This is great news, thanks Blue.]

That glue is mine! A technician drone can suffer whatever pollution this awful place has. [He doesn't even know if it affects Peridot. He doesn't care.] And that's all she is! HAH! As if an Invader would take commands from an inferior technician drone!

You should ask to see her actual drones sometime!

[Clearly giving Zim access to a real drone couldn't go badly at all.]

Presuming she has them, she .. [...Actually nwo that she thinks about it Peridot looked as if she didn't have ANY of her equipment. Poor dear, maybe she didn't have a single robonoid. Well..] Ah, it doesn't matter. I suppose I should get to finding your glue, then.

[That gets him to quit laughing. Like, immediately.]

Eh... I've seen them. They're junk. [He had a terrible run-in with the ones she built here, in other words.]

- Yes! The glue is your top priority! Nothing else!

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