LOG-032.
I had learned that the natives of this world were called 'humans.'
In turn, I had also learned that humans were way more pleasurable to 'hang out with' than Gems.
"CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!"
My fist continued to pump up and downwards, mimicking the motion the rest of the people around me were performing as the man we'd surrounded continued to hold the particularly large bottle of liquid up, its opening firmly pressed to his lips. The crowd's energy was infectious, their cheers and laughter filling the air as the man finally finished the drink, lowering it triumphantly to a roar of approval from everyone around him.
It had been perhaps an hour at this point, and the 'rave' was giving no indications of stopping. The air was thick with a blend of various scents, sweat, alcohol (why organics loved ingesting poison so much remained unclear as of yet), and something sweet that I couldn't quite identify.
The band that had been playing initially had elected to take a longer break, replaced instead by a woman with brightly colored hair (even by Gem standards) who was using some kind of machine to produce music in their stead. The beats pulsed through the ground and into my body, making it hard not to sway along with the rhythm.
In the meantime, I had obtained an ever-increasing number of glowy bands, a small whistle, the 'numbers' of several humans which part of me confirmed was an invitation to future communication, an organic and spiky fruit known as a 'pineapple,' and a rather wide selection of drinks, apparent confectionaries, and other substances. The locals were endlessly fascinated by my presence, offering me various gifts and teaching me their dances even as I hesitantly showed off a few of the more semi-chaotic routines that had been thought at the Reef, their laughter and joy filling me with a strange, warm feeling.
Unfortunately, I couldn't actually make use of the last few gifts just yet, so I simply handed them out to others in turn instead, accidentally becoming a dispenser of goods myself in the process of doing so.
The cheers whenever I showed up with seven crates of bottles carefully balanced within my arms were really nice, though...
"HEY HONEY! YOU GONNA DRINK SOMETHING GIRL!?"
Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.
Glancing over at one of my screaming compatriots (she was a rather loud, brightly dressed human being by the name of Rebecca, though she remained insistent that we were now friends, and thus I had to call her 'Becky'), I shook my head while gesturing to my throat.
"I haven't formed an appropriate digestive system yet Becky!"
"WHAT?!"
Ah yes, a louder volume was needed to counteract the music, silly me!
"I HAVEN'T FORMED AN APPROPRIATE DIGESTIVE SYSTEM YET BECKY! I CAN'T DRINK WITHOUT A STOMACH AND OTHER ASSORTED ORGANS!"
Tears sprung up in the woman's blue eyes in response, right before she flung herself into my arms, bawling. I would have said something to comfort her, but my mouth was currently occupied spitting out a large, almost Quartz-like mass of blonde hair.
"THAT'S SO SAAAAAD! WE NEED TO GET YOU ONE OF THOSE!"
I shifted, awkwardly patting the self proclaimed exotic dancer on the back as she quickly rifled through the small purse strapped to her side, bringing out a small card.
"CAN WE BUY ONE AT THE STORE!? I'LL BUY YOU ONE AT THE STORE! LET'S GO HONEYBABE!"
Blinking, I pondered the thought for a moment.
Did humans sell digestive systems?
No. No, that was very much unlikely. And yet any response in the negative I could have made was cut off as Rebecca snatched my hand, pulling me along behind her. The woman's target was rather clear, being the small mercantile area quietly sitting just down the street from where the festival was being held. The bright lights of the convenience store flickered in the distance as I was pulled along by the determined (and quite possibly intoxicated) woman, a beacon of relatively mundane civilization amidst the chaotic revelry of the gigantic party occuring all around us.
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The thin figure's expression turned annoyed as the pair turned a corner, only to be greeted with bright flashing lights and almost obnoxious-sounding music.
In her humble opinion, anyway.
"Ugh, are you certain this is their most likely location, Garnet? What would a Homeworld Gem even be doing in a place like..." The disgruntled Pearl waved a hand, as if attempting to encompass the entire area. "...this?"
The fusion's response was a few seconds of silence, her three eyes scanning the surroundings through her reflective visor, taking in the wild atmosphere of the rave. Bright colours, loud music, and the sheer volume of humans present created a cacophony that made it difficult to focus, even at her best.
"Too many outcomes." She finally said, adjusting her visor slightly. "But most of them point towards our uninvited guest being somewhere around here. There's something about this place that draws her in."
The footprints they'd found had, at the very least, confirmed they only had one potential invader to deal with. Which was good. Probably.
Regardless of the confirmation, Pearl sighed, her frustration evident. "Well...I suppose it makes sense. If I were a freshly landed Gem in an unfamiliar world, I might seek out the liveliest, most distracting place to blend in or even just observe. But still, this environment is..." She trailed off, searching for the right word.
"Chaotic." Garnet supplied, a small smile tugging at her lips. "But that's exactly why she'd be here. Let's keep looking. We'll find her. Rose and Amethyst are still busy searching the other areas in case I've got it wrong."
With a nod, the rogue servant followed the fusion deeper into the throng of dancing, celebrating people, their eyes sharp for any sign of their quarry.
"Hey, you gals want some glowsticks?!"
...Hopefully this would be over sooner rather than later. After all, who knew what could happen if the situation wasn't handled quickly?
