data diaries

All these things; her tools, her data, the diary–uh, I mean, logs–she was keeping, these were anchors to her old life, to a time before she was dragged to some backwater hellhole rebel stronghold and got cut off from her home, her society, and every comfort and familiar routine she had ever known.  Amethyst dumping those fiddly bits over the edge at the Galaxy Warp is going to turn out to be one of the best things that could happen to Peridot.