Contains graphic depictions of vomiting. (Just thought I'd say something different this time.)

The Cosmic Jubilee was an absolute wonder to attend. Simply receiving an invitation was an honor, the event anticipated for months by the pampered high-class Gems of Homeworld. And it was easy to understand why. The lights and the festivities, the prissy elites in glittering gowns that would make even the most expensively-tailored human prom dress want to hide in shame, in colors that Earth barely had a name for yet. They twirled in burst of sparkles as the Gems wearing them danced to the otherworldly music, their own bodies seeming to glow in the dim purple light that leaked in through the stained glass windows.

But the real height of the grandiose event was the attendance of the Great Diamond Authority. The elusive matriarchs were often picky about which celebrations they attended. This one, however, was mandatory—they plan it themselves, after all. They can be seen in a balcony high above everyone else, seated elegantly in their personal thrones. Blue Diamond is as beautiful and magnificent as ever, wrapped in a silk dress tinted with many different shades of indigo, the color deepening into a pure glistening black towards the bottom. Even Yellow Diamond has abandoned her stiff jumpsuit and coat for a golden ball gown and a gauzy veil that cascades perfectly down her back. And though there are four thrones present, two of them are notably vacant. "Where is White?" Blue Diamond asks, though she is not very concerned. She'd be surprised if White Diamond showed her face at all tonight. "Fashionably late," Yellow Diamond replies with a roll of her eyes. Yet the slight irritation in her voice is just to stay in character. She is about as worried as Blue is.

Pink Diamond is hunched over the refreshment table downstairs, hurriedly grabbing as many bite-sized pastries as she can carry. Out of the four of them, the youngest Diamond definitely enjoys eating the most, though she has no use for it other than entertainment. Seemingly satisfied with her collection she hurries back up the stairs, her long, strapless white dress flowing behind her and making the tiny flowers woven into the fabric twinkle like stars. She soon resumes her position on her throne and gives her plate a self-satisfied smile. She has so many pastries that she was forced to pile them on top of each other, chocolate drizzled all over the small mountain of sweets. She pops one into her eager mouth. Blue Diamond raises her delicate eyebrows. "Pink, that's…" She falters, unable the find the right words. "Disgusting," Yellow interjects. "It is not," Pink Diamond says around a mouthful of food. The liquid strawberry filling dribbles down her chin. "Just don't ruin your outfit," Yellow grumbles. "You must look presentable for our performance."

The Diamond Dance is the most anticipated part of the whole party. The main event. Both admired and envied by all Gems who witness it. "I'll be fine, I promise," Pink assured her as she ate another one, licking the sticky red syrup off of her fingers.

Around twenty pastries later, however, she feels like she might have to go back on that promise. The sight of the empty plate before her only fills her with regret and rather persistent queasiness, and she's starting to think her fellow Diamonds might've been right to question her portion choice. She makes a dainty hiccup-like sound and presses her hand to her mouth momentarily as her stomach churns. It's nothing, Pink tells herself. I just ate too much. Or too fast. I'll be fine in a little while. She doesn't quite believe this.

"Blue…" Pink Diamond whined after a few minutes had gone by. "I think something's wrong."

"I told you not to eat all of that food," Blue Diamond replied, though not unkindly. She used her thumb to wipe some filling off of her sister's cheek. "What's the matter?"

"I think it's my stomach," Pink complained as she rubbed her hand over it, right where her gemstone was. Her belly released an irritated gurgle as if in response. A magenta blush spread across her cheeks. She hoped no one heard the sound, but it was loud enough that they probably did. Blue reached out to give her hand a sympathetic squeeze. "Just hold on, alright? We'll be leaving soon." All Pink Diamond could manage was a small nod. The music, laughter, and other noises of the Gem's celebrating was much too loud and the colorful light was making her dizzy. Pink shivered despite feeling excessively hot. It was all too much. "I-I have to go," she managed to stutter out. "I n-need some space." She got up, her whole body seeming to cry out against the movement, but she pushed through it anyway. She lifted the skirt of her dress slightly as she hurried down the stairs and out of the ballroom. Maybe she would start to feel better if she distanced herself from the noise for a moment.

Once out in the hallway Pink Diamond leaned up against a wall, bending over as she sucked in a few shallow breaths. Sweat soaked her forehead and back, and she hugged her abdomen tightly as she tried to swallow the hot saliva that was rapidly filling her mouth. The quiet only gives her a moment of relief. She whimpered a little as she felt the bubbling ache jump back into her stomach with a vengeance. It was becoming more and more obvious that this wasn't going to pass without her making a mess.

She then heard the sound of high-heels clicking rapidly on the floor behind her. "Pink?" a quiet voice says. It was Blue. "I'm fine," Pink says tightly. "Just give me a moment." But one look at Pink Diamond's hunched and shivering form immediately told Blue that she was drastically downplaying how she truly felt. Blue placed a cool hand on her shoulder. "You are obviously unwell," she says. "Let me help you, Pink." She finally gives a tiny whimper of defeat, true nausea rushing through her. There was no way she was performing tonight. Her head was already spinning and she wasn't even dancing yet.

The thought makes her gag. Pink Diamond gasped a little, her throat opening and stomach lurching. Nothing is even happening and yet tears are already dripping down her cheeks. But she's almost there, she can feel it, and she gags harder and feels watery mush on her tongue. Coughing, she spits it all out onto the floor and then more follows. It's thick and rather difficult to bring up. Blue Diamond's hand is rubbing soothing circles over her back and bare shoulders, trying to relieve the tension there. Pink's body jerks and she finally vomits up something with more substance, the bile leaving a surprisingly bittersweet aftertaste. It showers the floor as well as the edge of her pale skirt.

Pink hugs herself tighter. She wished she felt better but she doesn't, not really. Her next cough turns into another retch and she threw up, a wave of disgusting yellows and browns, the mess splattering everywhere. It hurts, her stomach, her throat. She lets out a small choking moan. "Just let it all out," Blue Diamond encourages softly. "You'll be done soon." And then she does puke again, in earnest, over and over until that's all she can feel. It's chunky and half-digested, soiling the expensive floor, still hot and burning in her mouth. She couldn't believe every human on Earth had done this at least once in their lifetime. How could they stand it? But now the sick feeling is finally gone. So it really was too many sweets, then.

"Finished?" Blue asked, and Pink Diamond nods. Blue hands her a silk handkerchief, which Pink uses to wipe her mouth. "I can't perform. I just can't. I hope you aren't mad," Pink mumbles. She feels awful about not continuing the tradition. "I'm not mad at you," Blue Diamond assures her. "I wouldn't want to either. We'll just make up some excuse." She smiles. "We'll blame it on Yellow," she adds, and Pink giggles just a little at this.

An outburst of cheers and praise suddenly erupt from the direction of the ballroom. "White is here," Blue Diamond says with certainty. Pink groaned. "She'll be upset," she says miserably, but Blue shakes her head. "No she won't. She'll understand. It's alright, Pink." She wraps an arm around Pink Diamond's waist to pull her closer. "There's always next year."

Well this is probably the end for now. Unless I can come up with some more ideas.