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[mirrortide]

✆CHANNEL FREQUENCY: 124.96350
DESCRIPTION: Lapis doesn't really like this radio. It makes her think there's someone inside of it every time it goes off.

✉MAIL BOX LOCATION: Mailbox on Door
DESCRIPTION: Mail will probably not be read. Or it will be read and not be responded to. Worst case scenario it's responded to and you cant read it because Gem writing is completely incomprehensible. You're better off just yelling at her in person for whatever she's done.

Comments

[periphrasing]

It's complicated.

[Even just saying that much, seems to exhaust her.]

And that's not the point, anyway! The point is-- How am I supposed to explain any of this without Lambert knowing that I lied to him?

[mirrortide]

I don't know! [You're asking the wrong gem, Peridot! Lapis doesn't fix problems! She runs away fro them! Or makes more!] I just want to be left out of it!

[periphrasing]

I don't know if you can be at this point! The only explanation I can see here is that my theory that the Nightshade you encountered was actually real, and she was the one who told Ignatius who you were!

[mirrortide]

I don't know, Peridot! I don't know what you want me to say! [Like, it's clear that she's probably not going to be able to talk Peridot out of it in the long run, even if she desperately wants to?]

[periphrasing]

[At this point Peridot is forced to stop and ask herself: What DOES she want Lapis to say? That she's sorry? That she'll come clean and talk to Lambert for her? Maybe that she has some sort of brilliant idea for a lie Peridot can use which will make everything else make sense?

None of these options are particularly likely. And, more importantly, Peridot realizes none of them are fair to Lapis. Her friend had asked her to keep her safe from all this by keeping her out of it, and Peridot is failing really hard at that right now by dropping this in her lap.

She looks really distressed for one moment... and then she represses it with well-practiced ease, taking on a calm (if slightly shaken) expression.]

Nothing. You're right, I-- I don't want you to worry. Forget I said anything, I'll figure something out.

[mirrortide]

[Lapis does none of those things that Peridot might think that she wants her to do. Instead, she breathes out a heavy noise, shoulders slumping.]

Thanks. Sorry, Peridot. I know I'm not any help.

[periphrasing]

Well... Maybe not in this particular instance, no.

[She'll admit that much.]

It's okay, though. I'll think of SOMETHING to tell him. It'll be fine.