[OPEN] we were strangers on a crazy adventure

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Who: Lambert and YOU
When: In the time the Ringmaster gives them to make up their minds.
Where: In the newly-reformed Carnival.
What: Bother him about recent events and about the choices ahead.
Warnings: Lambert's potty mouth, references to past violence, etc.

The Carnival has really seen better days.

That's Lambert's first thought, at least, surveying what's left of his material possessions. Now that it isn't stuffed away in drawers or hidden in boxes, it mostly amounts to a not-inconsiderable amount of jewelry and various novelty clothing, as well as some of the Solstice presents he received with less military applications. Pig and Butcher have been left free to wander around as they please in the stripped-down Carnival while Lambert lazily flicks through his belongings -- a book here, a necklace there -- and sorts through it all. Perhaps surprisingly, for the amount of time they've been with the Carnival, there isn't too much.

When he hears someone else come up to him, he speaks without looking over his shoulder, the flat joke varying:

"What do you think the chances are of her bringing back the springs right now?"

"Seems like a good time for a nap, doesn't it?"

"So, you made up your mind about becoming a god or not yet?"

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"What? How should I know? I've never seen the stupid place," Peridot replies exasperatedly, waving him off. "Ask Steven or Amethyst if you're curious, they're the ones who actually went there."

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Lambert grins, cocking his head. “So it might not be that bad after all. I’ve seen humans do worse to their own than keep them in cages.”

But that’s all getting away from the point, which is...

“So is that the plan once everything is over? Head back home to beat more people up?”

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Ugh. The dreaded "what are you going to do after graduation" topic. Peridot's expression falls slightly. This sort of question always makes her feel uncomfortable, because she doesn't like to think of a any future where any of her friends might leave her.

"I don't know. Maybe," the gem shrugs awkwardly. "I... I still have a contract to finish, so I guess that takes precedence..."

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A sad inevitability, given that Childermass's dreams likely don't lie in a retirement in Beach City, and where he goes, Lambert won't be far behind. However, given the evident awkwardness of her response, Lambert can't help but snort and reach out to playfully bump his knuckles against her shoulder.

"C'mon. If taking the Miracles' power means we're going to be on the same level as fae, that means we should have the power to do some of the things they can, right?" He grins. "It'll probably take a lot of practice, but you could learn to walk worlds like they do. Hell, if even Nightshade can manage it..."

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The gem glances back up at him in surprise, a small frown on her lips. She pauses, thinking that information over.

"...Why didn't I think of that?" she says finally, berating herself loudly. "This makes the dilemma of figuring out inter-dimensional travel a complete non-issue!"

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Realistically, there are probably a lot more issues with inter-dimensional travel than that, but Lambert's pretty sure there's plenty of time to figure them all out.

"Because you aren't as smart as I am, obviously," Lambert tells her, not even remotely trying to keep the smug edge of laughter out of his voice.

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"Very funny," Peridot growls, decidedly unamused. "We both know that is factually untrue. I mean, you can be smart, but. Not as smart as me. This is merely an outlying incident, and should not be counted."