Post by Olivine on Mar 10, 2016 12:19:45 GMT
Olivine had managed somehow over the course of most of humanities mere existence to avoid the ever-present gaze of Homeworld and the Diamonds. She also happily, had managed to not have her lounge time derailed by the resistance and their squabbling with homeworld. This though was becoming an increasingly difficult task as more and more gems have perforated the upper world with their.... annoyances. On top of all that gem production of course occurred at who knows how many kindergartens. All and all it felt like the days of Olivines well.... gem seclusion were numbered.
Social media being an ever present problem, Olivine had adopted a way to wear Earth's exterior cloth protectors, or, clothes in such a way that unless she directly looked at you, it would be hard to see the green hue of her light based form. This of course incurred unwanted attention by Earth's protective force more commonly called the Police. Also, gaining the human's currency for trade was easy enough as she would pose as a Human Day Worker.
On this particular day Olivine had earned herself enough money to sufficiently have... .Checks the wadded bundle of crunched up money. Sufficiently have at least a few days of lounge time. She carried with her, her portable music compendium with ear hole inserts. She had found recent interest in a band she overheard on the pier. Beach City as the humans called it has a mecha of music, food, and social functions of minimal spending. It would function well for the purposes of lounging for the time.
Olivine was sitting in the shade of a pagoda with one of the ear buds from her ipod in her ear. She was gently bobbing her head to the sound of music and had what looked to be a box of pizza and a litter of some local brand of soda in front of her. There was also a half eaten half melted Lion Licker seemingly discarded to the heat of the sun off to the side. "I'm sorry... but I find you most unappealing... no... no I will not consume you. Yes... yes it is a greasy sub... no now... stop being rude or I will place you in the bin of disposal. Good... I can once more enjoy my greasy cheese tomato bread on my own. Silly high and mighty ice cream based feline... it should enjoy itself more."
Olivine opened her pizza box and took out another slice and arched her neck back consuming the dripping cheese to her delight as her cheeks flushed a deeper pine green. She would gaze at the white avian pests known as gulls with delight. Every tiny moment that passed a pleasure and Olivine, the cryptext of centuries upon centuries of Earth history. She hoped to find a good place to simply people watch after this... lunch, breakfast?... perhaps brunch is appropriate, she had heard humans use it before
Social media being an ever present problem, Olivine had adopted a way to wear Earth's exterior cloth protectors, or, clothes in such a way that unless she directly looked at you, it would be hard to see the green hue of her light based form. This of course incurred unwanted attention by Earth's protective force more commonly called the Police. Also, gaining the human's currency for trade was easy enough as she would pose as a Human Day Worker.
On this particular day Olivine had earned herself enough money to sufficiently have... .Checks the wadded bundle of crunched up money. Sufficiently have at least a few days of lounge time. She carried with her, her portable music compendium with ear hole inserts. She had found recent interest in a band she overheard on the pier. Beach City as the humans called it has a mecha of music, food, and social functions of minimal spending. It would function well for the purposes of lounging for the time.
Olivine was sitting in the shade of a pagoda with one of the ear buds from her ipod in her ear. She was gently bobbing her head to the sound of music and had what looked to be a box of pizza and a litter of some local brand of soda in front of her. There was also a half eaten half melted Lion Licker seemingly discarded to the heat of the sun off to the side. "I'm sorry... but I find you most unappealing... no... no I will not consume you. Yes... yes it is a greasy sub... no now... stop being rude or I will place you in the bin of disposal. Good... I can once more enjoy my greasy cheese tomato bread on my own. Silly high and mighty ice cream based feline... it should enjoy itself more."
Olivine opened her pizza box and took out another slice and arched her neck back consuming the dripping cheese to her delight as her cheeks flushed a deeper pine green. She would gaze at the white avian pests known as gulls with delight. Every tiny moment that passed a pleasure and Olivine, the cryptext of centuries upon centuries of Earth history. She hoped to find a good place to simply people watch after this... lunch, breakfast?... perhaps brunch is appropriate, she had heard humans use it before