#bad wiggler isolation creche

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[LOG] Riccin: Solicit Mediation

-- @obstructedantiquity [OA] is now messaging xenophobicArchetype [XA]! --

OA: bABY GIRL, TURNS OUT I AM GODDAMN WRETCHED' AT RELATIONSHIPs. OA: .. aLSO, HOW THE FUCK ARE YOu.

XA: Good evening, Riccin! XA: I'm sorry to hear that!! D-:= Did something happen? XA: (And I'm okay, nothing reaLL-LLy to report here, go ahead with whatcha wanna say =:-) )

OA: wELL, GOOd. :o) OA: wE GOTTA SIT DOWN AND BREAK YOUR SHIT APART, GIRL. YOU'RE PRETTY SMART, BUT YOU'RE AS SNEAKY AS A GODDAMN WEASEL, AND LET ME TELL YOU: SLINKING THROUGH LIFE LIKE A DRONE WON'T TAKE THOSE PRETTY HORNS OF YOURS STRAIGHT OFF AIN'T NO WAY TO FUCKING LIVE. BETTER YOU GET TO SHARPENING THAT WIT OF YOURS ON FOLKS LESS DELICATE THAN ME, YEAh? OA: eYE YOU UP SOME PROSPECTS. MAKE A PROPER FUCKING NIGHT OF It. OA: gET DINNER. MAKE A DATE OF It. :o)

XA: XA: XA: Why Mix Riccin, are you asking me out in an ashen fashion? =;-o

OA: aSKING? WHY, AND HERE I FIGURED IT WAS ALREADY A DONE AND SET DEAl. OA: tHE BEST KIND OF FUCKING INEVITABILITY. THE MOST OUTRAGEOUS SORT OF FUCKING SERENDIPITy. OA: bUT MAYBE THAT'S JUST ME BEING TOO GODDAMN BOLd.

XA: =:-o!! XA: I'm too grown-up to beL-Lieve in serendipity, siLL-LLy! XA: But done and set it sure can be, if you wanna!! XA: ♣ ♣ ♣

OA: wELL, GOOd. :o) OA:  ♣ OA: ... lU INVITED HERSELF OVER TO MY PLACE FOR THE EXECUTION, AND I MEANT TO GO INVITING YOU, BUt.  OA: uH. I GOT DISTRACTEd. OA: so.

XA: Uhhh-ohhh!!

OA: nO QUAD. HOOKING UP MEANS I DID MY BLUE BROTHER WRONG, YEAh?

XA: Your bL-Lue brother? =:-? XA: And is L-Lu the person you were having troubL-Le with before?

OA: nAH, GIRL, MEUKIt. OA: bOY I'M DATING FLUSh. :o\

XA: Oooh. Didn't know you had a fL-Lushdate! XA: And I meant L-Lu, who came over -- is that your not-pitch Miss Rustbucket?

OA: eMPHASIS ON THE NOT, GIRl. OA: i GOT THAT SIDE OF THE MAP ALL SLOTTED OUT WITH GLIESE'S NAMe. OA: y'KNOW. ONCE SHE CATCHES A HINt. :o\ OA: lU'S JUST. NOT-FLUSH. NOT-PITCH. NOT ANY GODDAMN THINg. OA: bUT IF THEY AIN'T NOTHING, THAT MEANS THEY'RE FLUSH, YEAh?

XA: Hmmm. XA: WeLL-LL, do you feeL-L fL-Lushed towards her? Or... wouL-Ld you, if you didn't have Meukit?

OA: mM. DON'T ASK ME THAT, GIRL, SHE'S JUST A FLINg. OA: bARELY KNOW HER GODDAMN NAME, I AIN'T EXACTLY CONSIDERING QUADRANTs. OA: mAYBe? :o/

XA: WeLL-LL... okay! XA: I mean, you don't... have to feeL-L fL-Lush for her, I guess?

XA: Sometimes peopL-Le sL-Leep with other troLL-LLs not in a quadrant? I've known some peopL-Le L-Like that, but... hm. XA: That's not something I think is very smart! It gets you aLL-LL mixed up inside, L-Like now. XA: What about her, is she fL-Lush or pitch for you? Do you know?

OA: .. hm. OA: i AIN'T ASKED, BUT Y'KNOW, GIRl. OA: tHAT'S THE PROBLEM RIGHT THERE, AIN'T It? :o) OA: tOO LITTLE GABBING, NOT ENOUGH SOLVINg.

XA: That does seem to be the probL-Lem! You gotta find this stuff out. XA: But if she doesn't feeL-L any quadrant for you, then you gotta aL-Lso figure out if you're okay keepin' her around with no quadrants-- XA: Which, figuring from you taL-Lking about serendipity earL-Lier, I don't think you wouL-Ld be! XA: -- and aL-Lso, if Kit's okay with you being with her L-Like that. XA: 'Cause otherwise, yeah, you're not being fair to him.

OA: gODS ABOVE, WHEN THEY GAVE US ALL THESE LECTURES IN THE SCHOOLFEEDS, I GOTTA SAy: OA: mOTHERFUCKERS LEFT OUT ALL THIS NEED FOR FUCKING GAb. OA: wHATEVER HAPPENED TO JUST KNOWING SHIT PROPER? FOLKS JUST SAYING SHIT STRAIGHT? LAYING IT OUT ON THE TABLE, SPREAD OUT ALL NICE, ALL THE BITS AND BOBS PROPERLY GODDAMN LABELLEd. OA: pULL OUT THE FUCKING GLITTERPENS. MAKE A diagram. OA: OA: tHE FUCK, I DON'T KNOW WHERE I WAS GOING WITH THAt. OA: mETAPHOR WENT AND GOT AWAY FROM Me. :o(

XA: They do that sometimes. UwU XA: We couL-Ld make a for-reaL-L diagram, but Iunno that it'd do much good here! XA: MostL-Ly peopL-Le don't say stuff straight 'cause they're scared or they don't wanna admit it, or whatever. XA: But if nobody ever says anything, things just get more and more confusing!! XA: Which I wish somebody had toL-Ld me sooner, 'cause everyone's gotta know: XA: Sometimes, you just gotta spit your words out aLL-LL L-LabeLL-LLed and proper L-Like you said.

OA: lAMe. :o( OA: bUT AIN'T NOTHING I WASN'T EXPECTING TO HEAR. THANKS, GIRl. OA: rIGHT. GOTTA TALK TO SOME FUCKERS, THEN. WRANGLE UP SOME SICK WORDS TO SORT THIS SHIT OUt.

XA: Good pL-Lan!! XA: XA: AL-Lso, you know-- XA: If you do need someone to taL-Lk to somebody for you, that's a thing I can do!

OA: OA: gODS, GIRL, YOU ARE JUST THE SWEETEST FUCKING THING. BUT NAH. AS LONG AS I GOT A TONGUE IN MY MOUTH, I AIN'T INTO OTHER FOLKS TALKING FOR ME. I'M A BIG TROLL. MIGHT AS WELL PUT THAT SHIT TO USe. :o) OA: wHAT'S UP WITH YOUR LIFE? YOUR QUADS? I WAS SITTING HERE, THINKING OF QUESTIONS I MIGHT WHET MY PAN ON, AND IT STRUCK Me: OA: i DON'T KNOW A SCARCE THING ABOUT YOU, SISTER, AND THAT IS A FUCKING SHAMe.

XA: WeLL-LL aLL-LL righty then! =:-) XA: XA: We-eLL-LL, I guess you don't! It's on account of I'm not particuL-LarL-Ly interesting, prob’L-Ly. No mysterious rusty suitors for me! =x-)

OA: nONE AT ALL? WHY, THEY'RE NOT FALLING OVER THEIR FEET, SO EAGER TO GET IN YOUR PITCH AFFECTIONs? :o) OA: wE'LL JUST HAVE TO FUCKING FIX THAT, THEn. OA: wHAT'S YOUR TYPE? HEIGHT. CASTE, IF YOU GOT SPECIFIC HUES. YOU ONE OF THOSE FOUR CASTES OR LESS MOTHERFUCKERS? WE CAN WORK WITH THAT. MAYBE YOU'RE THE TYPE WHO ONLY DATES SAME CASTE, WHICh: OA: mIGHT BE A LITTLE HARDER, JUST SAYIN'. I AIN'T EVER BEEN IN A CAVERN BEFORE. WHO THE FUCK KNOWS WHAT SORT OF DEPRAVITIES HAPPEN IN A CAVERN? SHIT GETS WEIRD WITHOUT THE MOONS EYES TO KEEP A SINNER STRAIGHT. BUT HELL, WE CAN GO CAVERN-DELVING. DRAG OUT EVERY ELIGIBLE CAVEDIGGER STRAIGHT INTO THE DANK MOONLIGHT. LET THAT SHIT HIT THEIR SKIN. ROUND 'EM UP WHILE THEY'RE STILL BLINKING THE NIGHTSPOTS AWAY, LET YOU TAKE YOUR FUCKING PICK OF THE LITTEr. OA: .. lITTER. HA. GUESS THAT FITS, GIVEN THEY'RE PROBABLY A BUNCH OF GODDAMN TWIGs. :o) OA: yOU WANT TO STICK WITH TWIGS, GIRL, BY THE WAY, THAT IS JUST A WORD OF FUCKING ADVICe. OA: aGE, I GUESS, IF YOU'RE INTO OLD FUCKERS. SHIT'S WEIRD, GIRL, BUT WHAT CAN I SAY? IT IS NOT MY FUCKING PLACE TO JUDGE, NO MATTER WHAT SICK INCLINATIONS TOWARDS THE AGED AND DECREIPT YOU MIGHT HAVe. OA: iT ISN'T MY PLACE TO JUDGE, BUT LET ME LAY IT STRAIGHT, IF THAT'S THE CASe: OA: nASTy. OA: bUT WE CAN WORK WITH It.

XA: XA: OwO XA: ÓwÒ XA: Or possibL-Ly ÒwÓ!! XA: I am not into oL-Ld troLL-LLs 'cause that's gross and I don't date onL-Ly jades 'cause why wouL-Ld I, and I thought the ruL-Le was three castes or L-Less and not four, but I'm not particuL-LarL-Ly fussed about 'cause my matesprit's dating a maroon and they don't care! XA: And anyway I onL-Ly said I didn't have any mysterious rust suitors L-Like Miss L-Lu, I might weLL-LL have a whoL-Le horde of perfectL-Ly un-mysterious pitch suitors turning up on my hivestep L-Like "ooh, Vide, your skinny arms and stubby L-Legs are soooo hatefuL-L" and for aLL-LL you know I just need heL-Lp sorting through 'em, so you're gonna hafta dueL-L 'em L-Like Aramis in that oL-Ld movie to prove they're worthy of me because I'm such a caL-Liginous prize!!

OA: :oO

XA: AL-Lso I don't know why you'd go digging around for kismates under ground, I'm not dating somebody's moL-Le!!

OA: hOLY SHIT, GIRL, DID I STEP ON SOME TOEs? OA: pUT THOSE FANGS AWAY, YOU'RE GIVING ME A FLUSTEr.

XA: =x-P XA: I don't beL-Lieve you get fL-Lustered, 'L-Less it's by pretty girL-Ls who don't know what quadrant they want you in.

OA: ha. OA: mAYBE I FLUSTER ALL THE TIME, SISTER. MAYBE I AM JUST A BAG OF FLUSTER, WAITING TO BE UNLEASHED, LEST IT GETS TOO MUCH AND JUST COMES BURSTING THE FUCK FREe. OA: bUT NAH. YOU MIGHT, HUh? :o) OA: wELL. IF THAT'S THE CASE, WHY DON'T YOU GO AND CHERRY PICK THE SHIT YOU LIKE OUT OF YOUR GIGOLO OF PITCH DESPERADOS, RANK 'EM UP, AND GET BACK TO ME WITH THE TOP FIVE, AND WE'LL SEE WHAT WE CAN FUCKING Do.

XA: TaLL-LL as you are, that's a L-Lot of fL-Luster to be deaL-Ling with! XA: Your moiraiL-L must be very hardworking. =;-p XA: Oh but how can I pick from aLL-LL this gaggL-Le of desperados? There's so many! They're so desperado-y! Swoon! XA: You gotta go scout 'em.

OA: mOIRAILS ARE FOR SINNERS WHO CAN'T GET THEIR SHIT TOGETHER, GIRl. OA: aIN'T WE ESTABLISHED I'M TOO WELL PUT TOGETHER FOR THAt? :o)

XA: Uh... huuuuuuh =x-P

OA: aND THAT'S DATE MATERIAL RIGHT THERe - OA: bUT I GOT CU RIDING MY ASS ON THE OTHER LINE 'BOUT PICKING UP, SO LET ME JUST GET BACK TO YOU LATEr.

XA: ALL-LL righty then, Riccin, you have a good night. TaL-Lk to Miss L-Lu!! And your Kit. =:-)

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> Gliese and Laledy: Insert foot into mouth.

AH: fuck you, I'll wear heels and step on you

AH: ...if you make that weird I swear to the Empress

SS: (Hawt.)

AH: gooooddddd

SS: (... Topic?)

SS: (Heels.)

AH: I want to die

AH: right now

SS: (Hot Topic sells heels.)

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The bad wiggler isolation creche is shipping one another and it’s the funniest damn thing.

Because all my mains (which is everyone I have in there) are quadless. Though Gliese has crushes in every quad, and Cennef and Maidel have pale crushes.

I’d laugh if Ullane ever somehow stumbled into a date, though, because this conversation is making me realize how woefully underprepared she is. Which she knows, to a degree, and is why she avoids the topic. She’s not opposed to dating! She’s just vaguely afraid of it and knows that her stoic personality isn’t the most endearing for the pity quads, and her problem for black is that she’s leery of someone discounting her for being yellow. (Though she could probably have a great rivalry with a fellow science-oriented troll who was green or lowblooded, since she’s pretty deadset against dating above jade).

Which is not because she necessarily dislikes highbloods on principle (unlike Cennef, who does), but for simple pragmatic reasons such as lifespans and a lack of commonality.

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[LOG] Riccin: Have Girl Trouble

-- @obstructedantiquity [OA] is now messaging xenophobicArchetype [XA]! -- 

OA: SISTER, SISTER, FORGIVE ME JUST COMING IN HERE AND SLINGING MY WOES DOWN ON YOUR TABLE, BUT I AM IN FUCKING need. OA: THIS AIN'T NO MEDIUM WHERE YOU CAN SEE THE STRESS IN MY FACE, SEE THE DESPAIR THREADING THROUGH EVERY INCH OF MY GODDAMN BEING, BUT LET IT BE KNOWN:   OA: GIRL'S ARE FUCKING BATSHIT, AND I JUST DON'T GET EM. OA: YOU GOT TIME FOR ADVICE?

XA: Oh um!! XA: Hi Riccin! XA: Sure I've got time -- what girL-Ls are you having troubL-Le with?

OA: BLESS YOUR HEART, GIRL, AIN'T YOU JUST A HELPER. :o) OA: JUST SOME RUST FLASHING HER FANGS OVER BULLSHIT. AGAIN. OA: OA: WHAT THE FUCK, WHY IS IT ALWAYS A RUST? >:o/

XA: =:-p Do you pick on rusts often or something? XA: --That's not heL-LpfuL-L, though! What's she "fL-Lashing her fangs" about?XA: It's not Pheres again, is it? You did say girL-Ls, right?? =:-P

OA: GODS, NO. HE'S OFF WITH HIS SPRITE, SO COULD OA: UGH, NO. OA: GIRLS. YEAH. :o1 OA: SHE'S FLASHING HER FANGS BECAUSE I MENTIONED WE KNEW EACH OTHER. PERSONALLY. OA: LIKE THAT'S SOME KIND OF GODDAMN AFFRONT.

XA: Hmmm. XA: Had she said before not to teLL-LL a certain person you knew each other XA: Or... some peopL-Le just don't L-Like the internet knowing stuff about 'em!

OA: NAH, SISTER. WOULDN'T HAVE GONE GABBING IF THAT WAS THE CASE. OR KEPT UP THE DAMN CHATTER. OA: AND I DIDN'T EVEN FUCKING SAY NOTHING, BUT THAT WE KNEW EACH OTHER. OA: AND SHE USED MY SHOWER. :o/ OA: REAL DANGEROUS KNOWLEDGE THERE.

XA: That is kind of odd! XA: Maybe she didn't L-Like that it sounded like she and you, um... knew each other? XA: Did you taL-Lk to her about this? =:-?

OA: HAD HER HALFWAY CHOKING ON HER OWN PARANOIA IN MY FUCKING BOX. OA: IF YOU WANT TO CALL THAT TALKING. OA: IUNNO. WAS I IN THE FUCKING WRONG HERE? PHERES'S FLINCHY ASS IS PERFECTLY.. WELL, HIS FLUSTER IS PLAY, THAT'S THE FUCKING thing. COY BOY BULLSHIT, TO MAKE EVERYONE KNOW HE'S A PROPER GODDAMN LOWBLOOD, ALL PRIM AND SHIT. OA: GIRL WAS ACTUALLY FUCKING MAD. OA: AND SHE SAID SHE'D COME OVER AGAIN, TOO, AND: OA: WHAT THE FUCK.

XA: She got mad and then she said she wanted to come over again?

OA: yes. OA: IT'S LIKE, I DON'T KNOW, FUCKING SIPARA ALL OVER AGAIN. HOW'S A MOTHERFUCKER SUPPOSED TO KEEP ON THE GODDAMN LEVEL IF RUSTS ARE ALWAYS FLIPPING EVERY GODDAMN WAY? OA: THOUGHT INDIGOES WERE SUPPOSED TO BE CAPRICIOUS,  NOT SOME MUDBLOODED SWILL.

XA: ...Um! What quadrant do you L-Like her in? XA: 'Cause if it's fL-Lush, maybe she got mad because of you taL-Lking about being with her 'cause she's shy? XA: But if it's pitch... she couL-Ld just be mad at you as a person and not speciaLL-LLy anything you did?

OA: mm. OA: yEAH, SEE, SISTER, THAT'S A FINE-ASS QUESTIOn.

XA: ... XA: You don't know?

OA: lOOk. OA: look. OA: i WASN'T EXPECTING TO FUCKING DATE HER, SO I JUST DIDN't. OA: uh. OA: tHINK ABOUT It. OA: aT ALl. OA: :o\

XA: XA: O--kay! XA: WeLL-LL! XA: How do you think she feeL-Ls about you?

OA: gIRL THINKS WE'RE PITCh. OA: pITCHY? PITCHISh.OA: wHICH WE AIN'T, BECAUSE I GOT GLIESe.

XA: Ooh. XA: Um... XA: Do you have GL-Liese?

OA: OA: :o/ OA: aRIGHT, MAYBE I SHOULDN'T BE ASKING FOR FUCKING ADVICe. OA: wHAT GOOD IS ADVICE WHEN YOUR ENTIRE HIVE IS BURNINg? OA: wHAT ARE WORDS WHEN YOU'RE STANDING IN THE ASHES, THE RAFTERS FALLING IN, FLAMES GETTING ALL NICE AND COZY WITH YOUR BOOTS, CHEWING THROUGH YOUR SKIN, MAKING CLADE WITH YOUR FLESH AND MUSCLE AND YOUR VERY SOUl? OA: mAYBE I OUGHT TO GIVE UP ON THIS SHIT AND VENTURE INTO THE WOODs. OA: sTART CAUTERWAULING AT THE SKY LIKE ORPHEO AFTER A BAD NIGHT OF WINe. OA: bUY A FUCKING BANJo. :o(

XA: =:-| XA: WeLL-LL that'LL-LL soL-Lve 'round about diddL-Ly squat! XA: Sitting in the woods that are aL-Lso a hive on fire that's aL-Lso a hangover isn't gonna do anything for your girL-L probL-Lems. XA: Do you want to be pitch with Miss GL-Liese? Or the other girL-L? Or neither?

OA: dIDN'T SAY IT WAS A HANGOVEr. OA: i'D FEEL BETTER IF IT WAS A HANGOVEr. OA: aT LEAST, BEFORe. :o1 OA: gLIESE, GIRl. OA: i DON'T HAVE THE SLIGHTEST FUCKING PITCH INCLINATIONS TOWARDS THIS RUSTBALl.

XA: Hm! Okay, that cL-Lears it up a L-LittL-Le! XA: L-Looks L-Like Miss RustbaLL-LL got the wrong idea, is aLL-LL. You just have to teLL-LL her you're not interested! XA: And maybe apoL-Logize for the misunderstanding, right? That's what I'd do. XA: (And aL-Lso maybe actuaLL-LLy say to Miss GL-Liese that you wanna go pitch. You gotta teLL-LL peopL-Le what you feeL-L about 'em! But that's a whoL-Le 'nother thing.)

OA: gLIESE IS BLUE, LITTLE MOUSe. OA: pRETTY SURE IT FALLS ON FUCKING HER TO MAKE WITH THE WORDs. OA: bUT YEAH, YEAh. OA: mAYBE I WILL TELL LU THAT. CAN'T HURT, YEAh? :o) OA: cLEAR IT UP PROPERLy. OA: dON'T NEED ANOTHER BATSHIT RUST TRYING TO GRAB AT MY ATTENTION, ANY FUCKING WAy.

XA: Psh! BL-Lues aren't any L-Less siLL-LLy than anyone eL-Lse when it's about crushes. It's me who asked out Jerath, you know! XA: And it can't hurt but maybe try to be more diptheric than you usuaLL-LLy are, if you're taL-Lking to her about it? Mistakes about quads L-Lead to hurt feeL-Lings reaL-L fast.

OA: aRE YOU SAYING I AM EVER ANYTHING SHORT OF BEING ABSOLUTELY DIPHTHERIC, SISTEr? :o)

XA: You can be kinda prickL-Ly!! XA: L-Like you're being right now, actuaLL-LLy! It's L-Like you're going "ooh, whatcha gonna do about it, huh? huh?" XA: OnL-Ly you do that aLL-LL the time!! =x-) @w@

OA: :o( OA: i WILL HAVE YOU KNOW I AM BEING SO SWEET, I COULD BE A GODDAMN APPLE, SISTEr. OA: tAKE A BITE AND YOU WILL ROT STRAIGHT THROUGh. OA: gET RICIN RIGHT THROUGH THE BISCUIt.

XA: Sometimes appL-Les are sour.  uwu

OA: >:o(

XA: upu

OA: yEAH, YEAH, I'LL GET MY ASS UP AND TALK TO HEr.

XA: Great! c8<

XA: That's great!

OA: :oo

XA: I think it'LL-LL make things work out a L-Lot better =:-)

OA: my. OA: i AM SURE IT FUCKING WILl. :o) OA: aND IF IT DOESN'T, I'LL KNOW WHO TO COME INFORMIN' BEFORE I ENTER MY TREE-BORN SOLITUDE, YEAh? OA: bUT NOT BEFORE THE BOOZE, PROBABLy. OA: sORRY, SISTEr. OA: c8< 

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XA: XA: !!!!!

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[LOG] Vide: Nag

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XA: Hi Riccin, hi!

OA: sUP, LITTLE MOUSe. OA: dON'T YOU SOUND SPRy.

XA: Spry as a squirreL-L! XA: Which I'm not, but I'm aL-Lso not a mouse, even though that's not stopped you caLL-LLin' me one aLL-LL the time!! =;-P

OA: bUT YOU LOOK JUST LIKE ONE, SISTER. TINY ASS FACE, POINTY NOSE, LONG TAIl. :o)

XA: Hmph!! =x-P XA: Anyway!! XA: Did you taL-Lk to her yet, the girL-L who's not your girL-L?

OA: OA: mm.

XA: Mmmmmmmm??

OA: wE TALKEd.

XA: And?? ??

OA: :o\ OA: sHE REMAINS FUCKING BATSHIt.

XA: Uh oh. =:-/ XA: What happened?

OA: dUNNO. CAN'T READ HER WORTH A DAMn. :o/ OA: gIRL SAYS SHE AIN'T MAD, STARTS LINE-ING AT Me. OA: sAYS SHE AIN'T MAD, MAKES A POINT ABOUT HOW PEOPLE DON'T GO THROUGH PHONEs. OA: lIKE EVERYONE'S A GODDAMN PARANOId.

XA: Maybe she's just the kinda person who L-Linefaces at everything? XA: Did you go through her phone, though? Wasn't it L-Locked?

OA: iT WASN'T LOCKEd. :o/ OA: hOW ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO KNOW FOLKS ARE GONNA BE BOTHERED ABOUT THAT SHIT IF THEY DON'T LOCK It?

XA: Think it might be a L-LittL-Le rude! Just in generaL-L! XA: But if she's fussing at you for seeing what you shouL-Ldn't have, but she didn't L-Lock it up -- weLL-LL, that's pretty siLL-LLy!

OA: yEAH, YEAH, CAUGHT THAT LECTURE ALREADY, SISTEr. OA: aND ISN'T IT JUSt? :o/ OA: bUT WE TALKED. SHIT'S RESOLVED ENOUGh.

XA: Are you suuuure?

OA: yUp. :o) OA: gIRL'S PRICKLY AS A CACTUS. ALWAYS FORGETTING JUST BECAUSE SOMEONE SLEEPS AT YOUR HIVE AIN'T GONNA MEAN THEY'RE FRIENDLY AFTEr. OA: iT'S A FUCKING SHAME, BUT WHAT CAN YOU DO, SISTEr? OA: rUSTS ARE GONNA BE RUSTs.

XA: I guess so! XA: Doesn't that bother you though?

OA:OA: wHY WOULD THAT BOTHER Me.

XA: 'Cause she sL-Lept over and got aLL-LL fussy at you! And her getting fussy got you bothered enough to taL-Lk to me about it.

OA: eh. OA: mAYBE A BIT, GIRL. BUT IT AIN'T PERSONAL. NO POINT IN ACTING LIKE IT IS BY GETTING MY FEELINGS ALL IN A FLUSTER, YEAh? OA: oR SHOULD I BE CHURNING UP MY OUTRAGE? COMING UP WITH A FIVE PAGE MISSIVE ON WHY SHE IS BEING RUDE AS FUCk? :o)

XA: I mean, no! XA: I'm just making sure you're aLL-LL right. XA: That I don't need to go kick her butt for breakin' your pump biscuit or something =x-P

OA: aWW. AIN'T YOU JUST SWEEt. OA: nAH, SISTER, I HAD MY SULK AND I AM FUCKING DONE. DON'T NEED TO SPEND MORE THAN AN INCH OF TIME ON SOME DUMBASS MAROON, AND IF SOME HOLEY RUSTBUCKETS WANT TO KEEP PULLING THIS OA: oH, DON'T MENTION IT, IT'S A GODDAMN secret OA: sHIT WITH ME, WELL. WHAT THE FUCK EVEr. :o) OA: i'VE GOT MY ATTENTIONS ON HIGHER CASTES, ANYWAy. OA: hOW YOU DOIN' TONIGHt? ;o)

XA: WeLL-LL that's g XA: Um! XA: That's good, anyway XA: I'm doing okay!! Had L-Lunch with my encL-Lade Vatrra. XA: And roLL-LLed a miLL-LLion and one bandages. @w@ XA: How are you? TaL-Lk to the girL-L you want to be your girL-L yet? =;-P

OA: :o) OA: pALLING IT UP WITH YOUR ENCLADES, HUH? IT'S JUST A DAY FOR FUCKING CLADe. OA: i'M GOOD, SISTER, I'M GOOd. OA: aND -- NAAAAAAAAh. OA: tHAT'S FOR ANOTHER NIGHt. OA: sPEND TOO MUCH TIME PAYING ATTENTION TO FOLKS, THEY START GETTING UPPITy. OA: wHICH IS WHY I'M WAITIN' FOR HER TO CALL FIRSt.

XA: CL-Lade's fun! I think it's aL-Lways nice to know there's a bunch of foL-Lk as have got your back. XA: Buuuuut what do you mean foL-Lks get uppity if you pay them too much attention? XA: If you don't pay 'em attention, how're they supposed to know you L-Like them? XA: I mean, just 'spose she's waiting for you to caLL-LL first!

OA: wHY WOULD SHE BE WAITING FOR ME TO CALL FIRST, SISTEr? OA: iF SHE IS, THEN SHE'S WAITING ON ACCOUNT OF THE FACT SHE'S GOT PROOF I'M FUCKING BATSHIt. OA: pLANNING OUT A HANDFASTING ONLY A FEW DATES In. OA: pICKING OUT A QUADRANT FUCKING HASHTAg. :o\

XA: =:-? XA: I don't see the connection there! Are you pL-Lanning a handfasting aL-Lready?

OA: OA: nO, WHAT THE FUCk. OA: sHIt. OA: dO I SEEM LIKE THE SORT OF PERSON TO PLAN A HANDFASTING AFTER A COUPLE OF DATEs? :o/

XA: No! XA: But you said she had proof you were crazy, and I'm not sure what the connection is between being quick-to-quad and her waiting on you to caLL-LL!!

OA: eVERYONE KNOWS, SISTER, YOU CAN'T LOOK TOO INTERESTED, 'CAUSE THE ONES THAT LOOK INTERESTED ARE ALWAYS FUCKING BATSHIt. OA: iT IS A TRAGIC GODDAMN FACt. OA: yOU LOOK AT A TROLL, AND YOU SAY TO YOURSELF: WHY, THIS IS ONE FINE-ASS LOOKING CHUCKLEFUCK, RIGHt? OA: tHEN YOU HAVE A NICE MEAL WITH 'EM, TAKE 'EM OUT, WHATEVEr. OA: tHEN THEY CALL YOU, AND YOU'RE LIKE: SHIT, THEY FUCKING appreciate ME HERe. OA: bUT THAT'S A FOOL'S MISTAKe. OA: .. wAIT, SHIT, I'M GETTING ALL OF THIS MIXED Up. OA: lOOK, THE LONG AND SHORT IS, YOU LOOK TOO INTERESTED AND THEY THINK YOU'RE GONNA WEAR THEIR GODDAMN SKIN AS A MANTLE AND PAINT A PORTRAIT OF THE MESSIAHS IN THEIR BLOOd. OA: aND NOT IN A ROMANTIC WAy. OA: sHIT'S FUCKEd. :o/

XA: That's awfuL-L! XA: Why's that what everyone thinks, even?? XA: Things just get confusing if you pretend not to be interested when you reaLL-LLy are, and they're aL-Lso pretending to be not as interested, but maybe they're not SUPER interested anyway, and-- XA: It gets messy. XA: L-Like if I L-Liked you and you L-Looked L-Like you L-Liked me, I couL-Ld say do you wanna date, and you could say yes or no! XA: But if both of us L-Liked each other and weren't showing any interest, how wouL-Ld either of us know whether it was worth asking? And who's supposed to ask? Isn't asking showing "too much interest" anyway? How do peopL-Le even get together in that idea??  XA: !!

OA: gIRL, I KNOW I AM JUST THE SMARTEST WHIP IN THIS GODDAMN BOX OF A SERVER, BUT JUST BECAUSE I AM YOUR LOCAL BESTOWER OF THE GODDAMN WORD DOESN'T MEAN I GOT ALL THE ANSWERS. WHY DO FOLKS THINK A HIGHBLOOD CALLS FIRST? WHY DO FOLKS THINK THEY CAN JUGGLE TWO TROLLS, ONE QUAD. WHY DO FOLKS THINK THEIR PITCH IS MEANT TO BE A GODDAMN REVOLVING DOOR. OA: WHY DO SOME FOLKS THINK BOOKS ARE AUGHT ELSE BUT A SEED FOR BAD THOUGHTS? OA: IT'S ALL A FUCKING MYSTERY. OA: aND THAT SHIT DOESN'T APPLY TO YOU AND ME ANYHOW. I'M TALKING TO YOU RIGHT NOW, AIN'T I? ;o) OA: iT'S JUST. A HIGHBLOOD THINg. OA: yOU KNOW HOW IT Is.

XA: I gueeeeess. =:-P XA: I mean, I went ahead and asked Jerath out, and he's bL-Lue, but that was maybe a L-LittL-Le unusuaL-L!

OA: YOUR BOY IS UNUSUAL, I AM SORRY TO FUCKING INFORM YOU. :o) OA: BUT DON'T YOU FRET ANY FURTHER, SISTER, MY SHIT IS DONE. IT IS RESOLVED. I HAVE BOUGHT A STAMP, STUCK MY TONGUE ON IT, STUCK THAT ON THE PACKAGE - THE STAMP, NOT MY TONGUE, STOW THAT NOISE - AND I HAVE MAILED IT OFF, SO I WILL NEVER HAVE TO LAY MY POOR EYES ON IT AGAIN. OA: AND THERE'S NO RETURN ADDRESS, EITHER. IF MY SHIT GETS LOST IN THE MAIL, THAT IS NO SKIN OFF MY NOSE, BECAUSE THAT NONSENSE WON'T EVER BE BESMIRCHING MY DOORWAY AGAIN. IT IS gone. LOST. HAS LEFT HOME, SO I CHANGED THE FUCKING LOCKS and MY TELLY, SO IT AIN'T COMING BACK. OA: THANKS. :o)

XA: WeLL-LL, good riddance to it! XA: I think was the point of that rambL-Ly speech there. =x-) XA: GL-Lad I couL-Ld heL-Lp, even a L-LittL-Le!

OA: ARE YOU SAYING YOU DIDN'T READ EVERY LINE OF MY SICK WHIMSY, GIRL? OA: I AM WOUNDED. :o(

XA: Oh no! L-Let me go back and take notes so that I don't miss a word of your whimsy, Riccin. =;-p XA: But no, I understand what you mean! XA: I'm gL-Lad you don't feeL-L too bad about it.

OA: :o) OA: mAKE SURE YOU DO. CAN'T HAVE THIS SHIT GOING TO WASTe. OA: aND YEAH, YEAH. NICE OF YOU TO CHECK IN, GIRL. NOSY, BUT NICe. :o)

XA: Oh, I'm nosy as nosy, me! XA: I'LL-LL L-Let you go, though, I gotta get back to work. XA: Have a good rest of your night, Riccin!!

OA: yOU TOO, GIRl.

-- obstructedAntiquity [OA] is no longer trolling xenophobicArchetype [XA]! --

[mirkstrolls]

Vide: Meddle with Aplomb

[Feat. @skegulium‘s Orivar, alias “Lu,” and @obstructedantiquity. Moments after Riccin: Solicit Mediation, upon Vide seeing Lu’s name in chat.]

--xenophobicArchetype [XA] began trolling mistingHafgufa [MH]--

XA: HeLL-LLo!

MH: Hi.

XA: So! You're L-Lu, and you know I'm Vide. XA: Do you know Riccin Kayata?

MH: I know of them. They're in the chat and they're pretty loud.

XA: They are pretty L-Loud! In person too, huh?

MH: Can't say.

XA: WeLL-LL, they are. XA: I don't wanna sound L-Like, um, just some person outta the bL-Lue! XA: But Riccin's my ashmate, and if you're the right Miss L-Lu, they and you have been cL-Lose and aLL-LL.

MH: We've been over this. They had the wrong troll. I'm not the 'twee' thing they had over once.

XA: They never said much about twee! Or once.

MH: Then what DID they say? Because as far as I know, they thought I was some rust they had over. MH: I've never met them in person so I don't know what they're like.

XA: Mhm! That's as may be. XA: They've got some troubL-Les! With a somebody who's rust, and a girL-L, and from the chat, and caLL-LLed L-Lu. XA: So maybe that's not you! And that's okay!

MH: Must be coincidence.

XA: But if you did happen to be the particuL-Lar maroon-chat-L-Lu-girL-L somebody, I'd say you best be carefuL-L how you go! XA: Because even if that somebody isn't L-Looking to quadrant, it may be that Riccin is, or might have reasons why they can't be with that somebody. XA: The best thing about this is for everyone to be very cL-Lear what they want! And aL-Lso, to not L-Lead anybody on, because that wouL-Ld be very unkind, and I do not L-Like it when peopL-Le are unkind to my quadrants! XA: Of course, if you're not that somebody, that doesn't mean you -- but it's good advice anyway. =:-)

MH: So, If I was hypothetically this Lu, you're telling me that you're coming here to passive aggressively tell them that Riccin, the troll who hit on them first, shouldn't be lead on when there was zero discussion of quadrants?

XA: Don't know that I'm being passive aggressive! I'm just... L-Looking out for things.  XA: And in this case things is Riccin! Who hits on everybody, 'cause they're a L-LittL-Le daft. XA: So maybe there wasn't any discussion of quadrants at first! But you had to know there'd have to be some discussion at some point! XA: Er, that L-Lu wouL-Ld have to know. =:-P XA: If that somebody just wants to be... is it caLL-LLed being casuaL-L? That's okay, I guess! But you gotta check these things with your partners, so nobody gets hurt.

MH: MH: Are you saying Riccin is having quadrant feelings for this Lu?

XA: That doesn't sound L-Like a thing I shouL-Ld be saying to anyone but that L-Lu! XA: But Riccin does have other cL-Lade to worry about.

MH: Okay. MH: So MH: MH: Hold on.

XA: =:-o

MH: bABY GIRL, THE FUCK ARE YOU DOINg. MH: rEAD MY WORDS AND THEN OBEy. MH: sET DOWN THE PHONE. TAKE A FUCKING BREATH. GO GET A DICTIONARY. OPEN IT TO "EXTRa". MH: lOOK AT YOUR OWN GODDAMN FACE, RIGHT THERE, AND CONTEMPLATE THE MEANINGS OF THE WORDS, ALRIGHt? MH: aND STOP FUCKING TEXTING PEOPLE, HOLY FUCKING SHIT, I AIN'T EVEN READING ALL OF THAT ON ACCOUNT OF THE FACT I HAVE MORTIFICATION SINKING ALL THE WAY THROUGH MY GODDAMN BONEs.

XA: XA: Whooooooooooooops XA: ...Sorry Riccin! XA: I didn't mean anything by it, except that L-Liege Vadaya said MH was L-Lu!

MH: shhhhhhhhhh. MH: GO SET DOWN YOUR PHONE AND THINK ABOUT YOUR SINS. :o1

XA: =:-1 XA: I'm not the one as doesn't taL-Lk to my quadrants about my feeL-Lings!! XA: Or my fL-Lings about whether we're quadrants! XA: If I had fL-Lings! XA: Which I don't! XA: I am going now!! XA: TaL-Lk to L-Lu! XA: No kissing! OnL-Ly taL-Lking! XA: Goodbye!!!!

MH:

--xenophobicArchetype [XA] ceased trolling mistingHafgufa [MH]--

[mirkstrolls]

[LOG] Taz: Meet a Like-Minded Troll

[From a while ago, but the thread’s starting up now, so am posting it. Taz and @cloudbattrolls Matari meet in the BWIC chat rooms and discuss the difficulties of moving for one’s job; on being asked what her job is, Matari heads to private messaging to discuss it.]

-- roguePilferer [RP] started trolling justifiedVengeance [JV] --

RP: okay so like yeah I used to work for a thieves' guild RP: that was the job lmao RP: I'm about as legit as a mutant's ass RP: not that I'm a mutie but I've worked with them

JV: --oh haha JV: --/ f-gured -t was smth l-ke that  JV: --we all do what we gotta to get by, huh?

RP: and since you're anon, plus your response, I'm gonna take a leap and say you're not exactly the type who keeps a picture of the Condesce in their respiteblock and kisses it each morning am I right

JV: --foul slander and bullsh-t JV: --/ make out w\ my condy photo tw-ce n-ghtly tyvm

RP: well shit I am incredibly fucking sorry, is an engraved apology card like, gonna make up for my heinous assumptions, your Makeoutness

JV: --damn stra-ght

RP: okay do I need to put little tridents on it too. RP: for that special touch.

JV: --god at that po-nt /'d just swoon out of pure patr-ot-ic devot-on

RP: god bless the Empire and amen to you too ma'am RP: okay but no I told you my deal what's yours RP: cause I'm curious now it's been a while since I dealt with anyone else in our work

JV: --uh JV: --sh-pp-ng JV: --not l-ke matchmak-ng, lmao, l-ke transport

RP: oh sweet RP: big stuff? or smaller stuff RP: LOL is illegal matchmaking even a thing

JV: --mostly small but b-g -f the pr-ce -s r-ght JV: --and l m a o / bet -t -s, somehow

RP: hell yeah that sounds like a good jam, and PFFFT RP: say, you wouldn't happen to have any job openings would you RP: or like, know someone who does

JV: --/ m-ght JV: --who's ask-ng + what k-nd of work you want

RP: I'm asking you, doofus, and idk, I'm pretty good for break-ins, cons, and general infiltration? I can do that shit. but I'm also okay being lower on the totem pole, tbh

JV: --mm youll understand -f / dont wanna trust a random stranger on the -nternet r-ght off the bat JV: --but / m-ght be able to f-nd smth JV: --how good are you w\ be-ng on boats

RP: Never tried it, but hey, can't hurt RP: and lol, fair, would you be willing to meet irl tho? RP: you can pick the spot if you want, idgaf RP: you can screen me to your pumper's content, cause I'm the most legit underground motherfucker ever

JV: --ha JV: --ye /'d be down for that JV: --/'m -n ketera, lemme send you coord-nates -- justifiedVengeance [JV] sent gohere.co -- JV: --hows a week fr now sound

RP: sounds good, enough time to catch a train or whale or whatever RP: oh hey that's not too far at all RP: yeah this'll be fine

JV: --works for me JV: --those coords go to a coffeeshop JV: --/'ll meet you there at 10 -n the even-ng, sound good?

RP: yup RP: better yet I can get pastries RP: because priorities

JV: --tru fax JV: --hey what's a name / can call you JV: --doesnt have to be yours, just A name

RP: nah I don't bother with aliases unless I'm on a job, makes my head hurt RP: besides, my name's fairly common among rusts, lol RP: Matt's my usual nickname

JV: --cool JV: --see ya -n a week, matt -- justifiedVengeance [JV] ceased trolling roguePilferer [RP] --

[mirkstrolls]

[LOG] Warron: Check in

[In the BWIC chat, jokes about the romance-novel allure of hemoanonymity escalate into several people mock-swooning at Taz’s metaphorical feet. Warron swoops in to declare Taz’s flushed quadrant off-limits and relegate any flushed swooners to “side ho” status. Fearing that she may have crossed a boundary, she gets in touch with Taz privately. Pesterlog with @plaguetrolls.]

-- perennialRevenance [PR] started trolling justifiedVengeance [JV] -- PR: Hey uh, sorry 𝞃o bus𝞃 in like   𝞃ha𝞃 JV: --oh my God, no, no problem JV: --/ hope that d-dn't l-ke JV: --make you uncomf or anyth-ng? PR: No! PR: I jus𝞃 wan𝞃ed 𝞃o make sure you weren'𝞃   uncomf PR: Since we haven'𝞃 really uh, 𝞃alked abou𝞃 wha𝞃 we're   doin PR: I don'𝞃 wanna make   assump𝞃ions JV: --oh uh JV: --no / am cool w-th JV: --that JV: --l-ke not say-ng that you're my ma-n ho vs my s-de hos b\c that's crass as fuck JV: --but l-ke JV: --you know PR: Yeah like, I figured 𝞃hey'd s𝞃op fawning once 𝞃hey saw you were kinda seeing   someone PR: My bad 𝞃o jump in before 𝞃alking 𝞃o you   𝞃hough JV: --oh no! no worries at all about that PR: I jus𝞃 like, don'𝞃 wanna corner   you! JV: --/ wouldnt wanna corner you e-ther! JV: --ofc JV: --but l-ke JV: --lol / know the 'what a r e we' talk -s supes cl-ched but JV: --we m-ght be k-nda due for one, we're what, l-ke, f-ve dates -n now? PR: Yeah, I was 𝞃hinking 𝞃he same   𝞃hing PR: Bc like, i'm game for going on da𝞃es and s𝞃uff bu𝞃 I am unsure wha𝞃 we   are PR: Ofc if you jus𝞃 wanna do casual 𝞃ha𝞃's   cool! PR: 𝞃ha𝞃 is 𝞃o𝞃es an op𝞃ion open 𝞃o   you! JV: --r-ght l-ke! JV: --that's totally a th-ng that we could do -f you wanted? JV: --but also l-ke JV: --/'m gonna be real l-ke / know we haven't been together long but /'m start-ng to feel l-ke you're the one for me you know l-ke some real serend-p-tous sh-t JV: JV: --we could also not be casual JV: --? PR: Yeah! PR: Like, I haven'𝞃 been seeing anyone   else PR: Cause I liked wha𝞃 we were  doin PR: I was sor𝞃a pu𝞃𝞃ing all of my feelings in𝞃o 𝞃his, idk if 𝞃ha𝞃's 𝞃oo much bu𝞃 I am really, really in𝞃o you JV: --me too l-ke JV: --/'ve been hella enjoy-ng th-s, you're great + / love spend-ng t-me w-th you? JV: --l-ke holy sh-t you're amaz-ng JV: JV: --thats prolly com-ng on too strong sorry but JV: --/ guess /'m say-ng /'d k-nd of l-ke to JV: --make th-s l-ke a for_ser-ous quad? JV: --/f you want to, / mean, l-ke, -f you wanna stay casual we can do that too, no pressure, haha PR: Omg you're no𝞃 coming on 𝞃oo s𝞃rong a𝞃   all PR: I'd def wanna like, be   Official PR: I jus𝞃 wan𝞃ed 𝞃o make sure you didn'𝞃 feel like you had   𝞃o JV: --/ don't! / don't at all! JV: --you don't e-ther do you? JV: --b\c l-ke -- no one /'d rather have as my off-c-al matespr-t, tbqh PR: No, I rly wan𝞃ed 𝞃o have you be my   ma𝞃espri𝞃 PR: I𝞃's jus𝞃 hard 𝞃o like, si𝞃 down and be like "wha𝞃 are   we" PR: And like, dance around 𝞃he 𝞃opic,   yfm? JV: --oh god do / feel that PR: Yeah   lmao PR: So uh, for clari𝞃y's   sake PR: Wanna be Official, y/   n? JV: JV: --yyyyyyy JV: --do you, y/n? PR: Y!! PR: yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy JV: --!!!!! PR: Cool PR: <3 JV: --<3 JV: --super cool PR: We should probs do sm𝞃h soon   huh JV: --totes yeah! JV: --/'m free n-ght after tomorrow, you wanna go get d-nner or smth? PR: Yeah, 𝞃ha𝞃 sounds   grea𝞃 PR: I can mee𝞃 you somewhere or like, cook for you   here JV: --oh sweet, you cook? PR: Li𝞃𝞃le   bi𝞃! JV: --that'd be awesome! JV: --/'d love to see your h-ve too, omg JV: --are you cool send-ng me the coords, or do you wanna meet me somewhere...? PR: I'll give you 𝞃he coords, bu𝞃 i𝞃ls kinda ou𝞃 𝞃here so if mee𝞃ing up is easier for you lemmie   know -- [PR] has sent text file COORDS -- JV: --great! JV: --should we say l-ke JV: --s-x th-rty? PR: Yeah!!! PR: Can'𝞃   wai𝞃 JV: --me ne-ther! JV: --/'ll see you then JV: --<3 PR: <3 <3 <3 -- perennialRevenance [PR] has stopped trolling justifiedVengeance [JV] -- 

[anontrolls]

> [Part 2] Close Encounters of the Zombie Kind

[After Pheres gets injured by a revenant on his research expedition, Sipara (under the false impression he and Kit are moirails) reluctantly goes to inform (and threaten) Kit about the event.]

[Sipara is AA (maroon), and belongs to @activatingaggro. Kit is CC (cerulean), and belongs to me!]

Excerpt:

AA: w/e. neway, he got   B I T    by one of his stupid fucking zombies on the strneam you totes did not watch -

AA: - and, like, which i did not shut down, b/c i   T H O U G H T   the blueblood hanging off his goddamn tails would fucking, like, pull rnank on this dumb goddamn idea -

AA: - and he's being stupid at evernybody rn. if he messages you, fucking disrnegarnd it orn i'll slap yrn horns off yrn damn face.

AA: 'kay?

-- activatingAggro [AA] is now messaging cerebralCottontail [CC]! --

AA: .. lmao, did you rnly name yrnself cernebrnal?

AA: this is meukit, rnight. phern didn't put the wrnong fucking name in his phone?

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(Um.)

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(... Yes.)

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(Hi.)

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(I guess I just thought it fit because of my implant.)

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(Why are you messaging me using Pheres's phone?)

AA: loool.

AA: he messaged you yet?

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(Nnnno.)

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(I mean, not since earlier yesternight?) 

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(But I've been at work, so I couldn't message him, either!) 

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(Except for  after work last night, but he went on that expedition, so he was probably busy with that.) 

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(Why?) 

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(I was going to message him later to ask what he's doing this week. Or weekend, maybe.)

AA: goddamn, you even chattern online.

AA: but, like, 'kay, good, that's one less pernson i gotta smack, then.

AA: y, he was v busy with the expedition. 

AA: he livestrneamed it. like, totes surnprnised you didn't see it.

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(Oh! Well, I was at work at the time!) 

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(I can't really check my palmhusk until I'm done, or sometimes maybe during lunch or something, depending.)

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(Why are you going around smacking people?)

AA: y, y, y. fleet bbs gotta fleet, all that.

AA: altho, like, forn rneals, could've stepped into a fucking trnap. just sayin'.

AA: arnen't you two, like, fucked up pale?AA:

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(Um!) 

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(No!)

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(And I didn't think I needed to!)

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(I didn't know he was going to livestream it.)

AA: don't even ans- >:/ 

AA: wtf arne you, then?

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(Um.)

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(I think that's probably something you should ask Pheres?) 

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(I guess I figured we're good friends, but he's also kind of particular about stuff like that, I think, so I don't really want to say something he wouldn't agree with.)

AA: mm. y, grn8 idea, will ask when he wakes up.

AA: w/e. neway, he got   B I T    by one of his stupid fucking zombies on the strneam you totes did not watch -

AA: - and, like, which i did not shut down, b/c i   T H O U G H T   the blueblood hanging off his goddamn tails would fucking, like, pull rnank on this dumb goddamn idea -

AA: - and he's being stupid at evernybody rn. if he messages you, fucking disrnegarnd it orn i'll slap yrn horns off yrn damn face. 

AA: 'kay?

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<( ) 

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<( ) 

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(He got bit?) 

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(Is he going to be okay?? Where is he?) 

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(I wouldn't -) 

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(I don't pull rank on him!) 

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(I thought he did this all the time?) 

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(And he had people with him!) 

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(And) 

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(Why can't I talk to him?) 

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(He's hurt!)

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(How did he get bitten??)

AA: tyrnian tits, yrn thumb get stuck on entern?

AA: he's fucking fine orn i wouldn't be TALKING to you, trnust me.

AA: he's just high as a fucking kite on wtfevern this little cavematrnon's got him hopped up on. 

AA: orn, like, frnom the fevern. idefk.

AA: and you can't talk to him bc he's being stupid, and he's high as a goddamn kite, and he doesn't know what he's saying, that's why.

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(A little bit!) 

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(I was kind of surprised to hear all of that!) 

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(And that doesn't sound like he's fine, it sounds like he's actually doing pretty badly off if he's on that much medication and if he's trying to message people and) 

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(Why would that mean I can't talk to him?)

AA: 

AA: okay, i know yrn dumb, but trny to keep up. why don't you talk to drnunk ppl? like, i hope yrn not talking to drnunk ppl, don't need to add skeevy to fucking daft and seven.

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(I mean.) 

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(I... do talk to drunk people? Sometimes? Usually when I'm also drunk, but...) 

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(You don't do anything with drunk people but I'm not sure why talking to them is so bad?) 

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(Like it's not okay if you're asking them for private information or stuff they might not usually want to share but I'm not sure why that extends to asking someone how they're doing!) 

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(I'm not going to take advantage of Pheres!!)

AA: loool.

AA: 'kay, congrnats, yrn not as dumb as i thought. 

AA: it's a fucking mirnacle. paint my face and call me a goddamn clown.

AA: idgaf what you say. i'm not having him say shit he doesn't mean to, not until he's got enough fluff back in his pan to figurne out if he wants to say it. 

AA: so don't start gabbing at him until he's bettern. alrneady having to chase fucking emernel out of his msgs, i don't need to waste my time w/ you.

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(I) 

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(Okay.) 

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(That makes sense.) 

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<( ) 

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(How long is it until he's okay to talk to?) 

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(And where is he?)

AA: dernevnya, rnennis's clinic, i alrneady said that. 

AA: like, come visit, if yrn not too busy wornking.

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(I)

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(I only can in a couple of nights.)

AA: lool. wow.

AA: woow. 'kay, like, it's no skin off   M Y    snout if you don't show up.

AA: and, hell, he's fucking out of it enough, he ain't exactly gonna notice.

AA: i will let you know when he's fine to talk to, how's that? >:}

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(I mean) 

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(Do you know maybe when that will be?) 

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(... Maybe I can make it then.) 

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(I just work weeknights, is all, and)

AA: 

AA: nope, i'm out, yrn abt to starnt stuttern-typing and i'm not abt that, soz.

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(I'm not!!!)

AA: that's two commas in, like, four goddamn wornds.

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(I just didn't know how to finish that sentence, okay? I just want to know when Pheres is going to be okay!)

AA: that is SO stuttern-typing.

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(It's not stuttertyping, it's trying to apply grammar correctly!)

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(You used like three in that sentence! Why is it such a big deal?)

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(Just, nevermind.)

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(I don't really care?)

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(You can make fun of me if you want, I just want to know about Pheres.)

AA: well, we all fucking want to know when he's going to be okay, meukit, but he's stuck with some dumb cavewrnetch trnying to play nurnsemaid with plants, so who the fuck knows.

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(Plants?)

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(And who is it?)

AA: i will   T E X T   Y O U  when we find out if we'rne gonna have to lop a limb orn not. 

AA: and, like, btw, yrn welcome forn letting you know in the firnst place. bc: yrn not his pale, apparnently, so i totes didn't have to.

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<( ) 

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(Thank you.) 

CC: ／(･ × ･)＼<(It means a lot to me.)

AA: mm. 

-- activatingAggro [AA] is no longer trolling cerebralCottontail [CC]! --

[anontrolls]

> Emerel: If found, please return to Pheres Dysseu.

[In which, after Emerel’s fight with a psionic rustblood called Hadean and subsequent death, reanimation, and reveal as a rainbowdrinker, Pheres comes back to his van to find out that the still-injured Emerel is now missing from his blood-stained resting place and calls Kit to freak out just a little bit about all of the above.

Kit is distressed, Pheres is upset, and Emerel is off mauling Hadean’s shoulder.]

Kit (CC) belongs to me, and Pheres (RS) belongs to @refiningspacetime!

--refiningSpacetime [RS] is now messaging cerebralCottontail! [CC]--

RS: / kit /

RS: / please tell me that your online /

RS: / you are /

CC: !!! 

CC: Yes, I definitely am! 

CC: What's wro=ng? / (´･×･`)＼ 

CC: Are yo=u do=ing o=kay??

RS: / no / RS: / i am not /

CC: What's happening??CC: And is there anything I can do= to= help? CC: Are yo=u still at the faire? / (´･×･`)＼

RS: / emerel is sick and he is gone and i don't know where he is / and sipara is off gallivanting with the person who hurt him / and i don't know where emerel is / 

RS: / and there is blood on my reclination platform / and /

RS: / i wish i wasn't /

RS: / i don't know where he is and he left his phone and he is sick /

CC: O=h, jeez. 

CC: O=h, jeeeeez! 

CC: O=kay, um! 

CC: What co=lo=r blo=o=d is it? ... Is there a trail yo=u can fo=llo=w? Yo=u can pro=bably ask aro=und o=utside if peo=ple have seen him! 

CC: Jadeblo=o=ds aren't co=mmo=n at all so= I'm sure everybo=dy that saw him to=o=k no=te, especially if he lo=o=ked ill! 

CC: Do=n't wo=rry, Pheres, he's go=ing to= be abso=lutely fine! And then yo=u can yell at him fo=r leaving witho=ut telling yo=u, because that was a really jerk mo=ve! 

CC: But fo=r no=w yo=u can find him just fine and there's no= need to= start wo=rrying to=o= much! 

CC: Besides, he's a really sturdy guy - if he's up and abo=ut, he's pro=bably do=ing so=mething silly like trying to= get so=me pro=per fo=o=d to= put in yo=ur co=ldbo=x!

CC: But maybe sit do=wn and take a breather first until yo=u are feeling a little bit better so= yo=u do=n't get yo=urself into= any tro=uble, either! / (´･×･`)\

RS: / it's his. he was bleeding and he isn't. / 

RS: / i don't expect he has enough blood to leave a trail. /

RS: / he isn't now. that is. he isn't bleeding now. /

CC: O=f co=urse he has eno=ugh in him to= leave a trail, but the fact that he isn't is a go=o=d thing! It means he's no=t bleeding that much, so= whatever injury was making that can't be to=o= serio=us!

CC: Where are yo=u? Are yo=u still in yo=ur van?

RS: / that isn't what i meant /

RS: / oh / i don't know how to explain. / 

RS: / i'm sorry. i shouldn't have messaged you, i think.

RS: / you. /

RS: / i'm not in the / 

RS: / i don't /

RS: / can i call you / ? /

CC: No=, Pher, please, I'm really glad that yo=u messaged me!

CC: Please do= call me, I wo=uld lo=ve to= talk to= yo=u. / (´･×･`)＼ 

CC: And it's o=kay if yo=u do=n't kno=w ho=w to= explain! We can wo=rk thro=ugh things!

CC: Yo=u seem really upset, and I wo=uld much rather yo=u have messaged me than just been alo=ne. ／(=⌒x⌒=)＼

RS: / alright / hold no / RS: / i'm calling /

PHERES

Everywhere you look, there's reminders of Emerel. The blood on your floor. The blood on your bed. The food on the table, his phone on the stove.. you've even got his clothes in the closet. His coat is on your passenger's seat, for fuck's sake.

But you can't go outside. So you pace instead, bare feet on the tile, as you wait for Kit to pick up. "-- Kit?" you say, as soon as the ringing stops, and then you wince. You sound horrible.

KIT

"Pheres!"

You very nearly exclaim his name into the phone instead of saying it like a normal person, and promptly press back into your couch as though Pheres can see you bunching up apologetically

"Pheres," you say again, less urgent, "- Hi!"

PHERES

".. hello," you say, and stop pacing, folding your arms around yourself instead. He's worried. You've gone and worried him.

... You can't bring yourself to care. At least he's talking to you, unlike Sipara. "It's - he's -" You pause, take an unsteady breath. "I - it's his blood. I told you, he's.. sick."

KIT

"What kind of sick makes you bleed?" you ask when you've managed to extract your teeth from your bottom lip. Pheres sounds awful. "I thought - I thought he was just injured? That is - I mean, not 'just,' but - you know!" 

You're stumbling all over your words and you pause in your rambling to take a breath. When you start talking again, it's notably calmer.

"Even if it is his blood and he's sick," you reason, "He had enough energy to get up and walk out! So he's doing fine, Pheres, and he'll be alright - you should look for him in a bit so that he doesn't stay out for too long, but if he was really in trouble then he wouldn't have been able to leave in the first place!"

PHERES

"No, the blood is from -" You take another breath, try for steady. "He got hit. In the face. And then he - I - oh!" 

 It doesn't work. "Kit. Kit, I don't know what to say," you burst out, voice clogging, and you hate it, almost as much as you hate everything else right now. "I don't - why did he leave? He's sick, and I thought he was dead, and he can't - he's not - he can barely talk, he's not supposed to leave!"

KIT

"And then-?" you start, and then shake your head at yourself, "Wait, no, um - oh, Pheres-"

You've never heard him this upset before! And you've called Proper so many times, you feel like you should remember how they do this.

"Shhh," you say gently, "Shh, Pheres, it'll be fine. Don't worry about having to say thing! And - hey, if Em left, he left because he knew he could. Maybe he was hungry, or wanted some fresh air, but if he was that badly off, he wouldn't have left in the first place, right? So if he can, he's doing okay! And he'll be back soon."

"- And then we can tell him he should have said something instead of leaving," you add, trying to inject at least a little bit of humor into your tone, "He shouldn't have scared you so badly!"

PHERES

"Oh." Hungry, Kit says, and - how long was he in the cart, staring at the walls? "He - hungry. Right. Why didn't I think of that? He's - it's not like he'd tell me, is it? That'd -"

You fold your arms, hugging your shoulders. "It'll be fine. I'm fine," you repeat, wetting your lips, and then sinking your teeth into the bottom one. Calm. "He'll be back. I'm being silly.  And -" You try to laugh. It comes out as more of a sad snuffle.  "I don't think he cares about scaring me," you say. It's not fair how savage you sound. It's not fair at all, but anger is better than tears, and right now, you don't care.

KIT

"... Why wouldn't he care about scaring you? About telling you that he's hungry?" you ask. Pheres's voice sounds wet, and you are trying very hard to keep yours steady. "Did something happen? You - you've been looking after him this whole time, haven't you? Did something happen?"

"- And of course you'll be fine!" you add, "Both of you will be! You're not feeling great now, and neither is he, but it's going to be better sooner rather than later, and - we can go out and get ice cream when you guys come back, or something. Or I might be coming over, actually, if you stay much longer? I took a night off to visit but I wasn't sure if it'll be when you guys are back yet."

PHERES

How much do you want to actually tell Kit? How much of it are you allowed to tell Kit? Emerel hadn't told you, for heaven's sake. Not after all of his talk about you needing to trust him. Not after all of the times you'd defended your cinema to him, making a proper idiot of yourself. Not before he'd fought, or before he'd died, and - and - 

He still hasn't said a word to you, even after you saw him glow.

There's warmth on your face, and a lump in your chest. Instead of words, all that comes out is a reedy whine.

You take another breath. (You're embarrassing yourself right now.) "-- yes. Something happened.”

KIT

Pheres whines quietly before it cuts off into a shaky sigh, and the sounds drags a pitiful chirp out of you before you can decide if you want to make it or not. Something in your chest feels like it's going to twist in on itself, and you press a hand to it nervously. More importantly, you gently shoosh Pheres again, and wonder how reasonable it would be to grab your keys and just... go, right now. 

"Oh," you say, "I wish I was with you guys, Pher. What - what happened?”

PHERES

Can you tell Kit?

Oh, fuck it. Emerel's privacy is not your concern right now, not really: he never told you, not after six perigees, not after you've been sleeping with him, after he's bitten you.. something in your stomach twists at the thought, and you scrub at your shoulder, pulling in on yourself. He's bitten you.

If you weren't crying, you might puke. "He died," you burst out, then bury your face in your shirt. Your next words come out muffled, but maybe he can still hear them. "He died, and I watched him, and I know he did, I watched him, and now - now - he's fine. He's not fine. He's moving."

KIT

Oh. Oh, Empress. You wince, even just listening, and are right back to pulling at your bottom lip with a fang. You're going to end up bleeding at this rate. You're not even sure if you said the Empress thing out loud or not.

"He died?" you ask, and your voice cracks appallingly over the word before you press your free hand over your mouth and reign yourself under control. He died. Emerel died, and - and Pheres said he was fine, you thought he was fine, you didn't realize - you didn't know - and you've been awful about it this entire conversation, then, too, because you'd been assuming that everything was okay with them, physically, and meanwhile Pheres has been dealing with something so much more.

You let the hiccup that wants to bubble up catch in your palm before Pheres can hear it, and then slide your hand up to tangle in your hair, pulling on it until you're slightly more put-together. And, until you can trust your voice again, you just shoosh Pheres once more, quietly.

"What do you mean?" you ask, and then try again when it comes out entirely toneless. Oops. Not the kind of control you're looking for right now. "I mean - I mean, I don't know how it works, really, but - does that mean he's okay now? How did he - die?"

PHERES

Kit's voice cracks, and you're well aware of how selfish you're being in telling him this. You really shouldn't be sharing this. He's got so much going on in his life right now, and all you're doing is adding to it. But for all that it's selfish, the realization doesn't stop you from wanting his comfort. 

All that it's doing, really, is making you wish he was here. You wrap your arms around your shoulders, finally pausing in your pacing to slump against the wall. 

"I don't know," you say, wretched. He sounds flat only for a moment, then he's back to earnest fear. "He got knocked out in the fight. Sipara mended him, and we took him to the cart to rest, and then he - he stopped breathing, and then -" Your breath comes out all at once in a long, shaky exhale. "You're going to think I'm mad." It's not a question. It feels like it's been ages since Emerel woke up, and you're still not sure if you believe it.

KIT

When Pheres speaks again, the words drag coarsely on the way out, and you fumble with remembering how that part of your larynx works (remembering how to stop being so self-centered that you're freaking out now of all times, when your breath hitches in your chest as you imagine Emerel's stopping) to chirp at him sympathetically. You kind of like that he makes those kinds of sounds - and it lets you make them back, which feels personal. 

"I won't think you're mad," you reassure him, latching onto the opportunity to say something you can promise with certainty. "Really, it's not like it could be crazier than the rainbowdrinker thing - and, and it's probably part of that, I'd bet!"

PHERES

Kit chirps at you, soft and sympathetic, but his breath hitches in the middle of it, dragging the sound out into what's almost a trill. It's not the sort of sympathy you were expecting! It's not the sort of thing you'd ever expect to hear over the phone, tinny and distant, and the sort of odd vulnerability amplified by the fact anyone could overhear. Of course, there's no one in the van to hear, except for you, and Kit..

.. who's making a fool of himself for your sake. The laugh isn't intentional, but it feels like it takes some of your tension with it when it escapes. Your legs fold under you as you allow yourself to slide to the ground, then you curl up, drawing your knees to your chest, and trill back into the phone. 

It's a little hiccupy. But no worse than his chirp. "Empress. I - thank you. I don't have the faintest idea," you say, a little thick, "what I did before you." 

 And then his words actually process, and you nearly drop the phone. "- what did you just say?"

KIT

Pheres laughs, trilling back at you like you're the one making wiggler noises this time, and you don't even care that you are. You slide sideways down the back of the couch and pull your legs up, turning your face so you can grin into one of the cushions with relief. 

 Pheres thanks you, and this time when you talk, the chirr rasping your vowels under your breath is entirely unintentional. You kind of wish you could save his words in a sound clip to keep forever. 

 "Oh, I - you'd be doing great, Pheres," you insist, "Don't sound like that - you just need a little - oh." Oh, that tone took an entirely different turn. You shove yourself upright with one arm, wincing as your bad shoulder twinges at the awkward angle, and bite your lip as you listen. 

 "I, um-" Maybe he doesn't like hearing about that? Or you said it insensitively? "I'm sorry. - I just meant, you know, all the stories say, about how you can't really kill rainbowdrinkers - but this isn't a story and - that was dumb, sorry."

PHERES

Isn't it amazing, how quickly your mood changes? 

 It's not that you're upset, precisely. You're just not entirely sure you're hearing him correctly. Kit's voice is hesitant, like he's considering each word. but not in the way you're used to, when he's trying to pitch a joke. It's like he's trying to contemplate phrasing. And.. why would he ever joke, at a time like this? 

 He'd been chirring, a raspy sort of sound that was sinking into your bones, but it's faded to almost nothing. Your curl up around the phone as best as you can, nestling it closer to your ear until you can't hear your pulse pounding: all you can hear is Kit, cautious and worried, but still Kit. 

Even if you don't understand. "How do -" Your voice's gotten worse, and you hiss, curling up tighter. Weeping feels like you're giving in. You don't cry, anymore than you rage. You're above this. "Did he tell you that?"

KIT

"Oh - oh!" Pheres hisses, and you flinch. He sounds - scared, maybe, and that's the exact opposite of what you're trying to achieve. Of course Pheres is worried that you know about that - you're just a friend, and you all have barely met a few months ago. "Oh, no, it's okay, I wouldn't tell anybody or anything, don't worry - that's just how we met! When he and I - um - sorry -" 

 There is absolutely no delicate way to put it, and you can feel your face getting hot already. You curl down and press your forehead to your knees, tugging at an earring. "- You know. And, um, I think he originally just - wanted to - you know, do the thing like in the movies where the rainbowdrinker seduces someone and drinks from them, except we kinda made friends a little bit, and also I figured it out because - I mean, when you're blue and someone's green and they're still cold and also kind of biting you - and there was Luisan before, too, so it's not like it's the first time - er, that the rainbowdrinker thing happened, I mean, I didn't sleep with Mx Luisan." 

 You are digging this hole deeper and deeper, and it's time to pause and take a breath before you start constructing the Troll Taj Mahal.

"And - yeah," you flounder to finish, "So it wasn't, like - he didn't really tell me, I guess? And I wouldn't tell anybody, either! He asked me not to, Pheres, please don't worry." 

 You're still stuck, mentally, on Emerel dying - but it would be inconsiderate to change the subject on Pheres, so you'll wait. It'll come around eventually, just... hopefully before you bloody your own lip.

PHERES

What is he even saying? 

 You want to fold in closer to yourself. You want to slice open your skin and climb into it, fold yourself smaller and smaller until there's nothing exposed, nothing for anyone to see. Instead, you pull your knees so tight that they hit strike your teeth, leaving your mouth aching hard enough that it could distract you from the gentle stream of Kit's words. 

 It doesn't, though. His voice's going faster and faster, each sentence tumbling past his lips like a stone on the slope. He's getting frantic. Teary? It's hard to tell over the phone, with the electronic noise in the background, and your own uneven breath echoing too loudly in the van. You should tell him to stop, but you can't, because everything he's saying makes a dreadful sort of sense. Part of you takes the fact that Emerel told Kit first and pulls it in like a thorn against your heart. 

 The rest of you is focusing on the fact Emerel slept with Kit to feed on him, like he's some sort of common chattel. Not because he's Meukit - brilliant, agile, charming and pretty enough in his lean, flop-earred sort of way - but because he needed a meal. Is it a wonder he hadn't thought it was cheating? It was a transaction, like you and one of your customers. It wasn't... 

 It's not fair. And... "Luisan? They're - are you sure?" That doesn't make any sense. "They dress like one," you say, muffled, because your face is buried in your knees, "but that doesn't mean -"

KIT

Pheres trails off, breath hitching, and you worry at your lip until you finally prick through the skin and blood starts beading up. 

 "- Drat," you hiss at yourself, scrubbing at it with the fleshy part of your palm. Cerulean smears across it, bright and oxygenated. "- Er - not you, I just - nevermind, it's not important. I - I mean, I'm... if they weren't, I mean, I don't think they're the sort to make such a big joke out of it, especially not when they - I mean, when I said it wasn't the first time, I mean - in terms of actually drinking?" 

The sentence ends like you're asking a question, and you're not sure what you're supposed to be saying. The longer you go, the more upset it sounds like you're making Pheres, and the further away from the topic of Emerel you get. 

Still, though, you figure it's best to focus on the important things. "- Are you okay?" you ask, "You sound - I mean, is there anything I can... explain better, to help you feel better?"

PHERES

You've got to pull yourself together. For Kit's sake. It isn't fair that Emerel's drinking from him, and it isn't fair that you're using him like some kind of affection dispensor, when he's hurting, too. For heaven's sake, he can barely keep his words together. I mean, he keeps saying, but you're not even sure he knows. 

 So you force yourself to take a shakey breath, lift your head and try to stretch. It doesn't do anything except jostle the phone with a burst of static. Oh, you think, you're doing wonderfully. "Shoosh," you murmur, forcing a purr into the sound for the both of you. "Shoosh. You don't have to explain it, Kit. It's - you're not -" 

 "I'm fine." Oh. It almost sounded truthful, when you said it like that. Your voice is still clogged, and there's still that faint quaver, but when you swallow hard, spite forces it down. Your next words are steadier. It doesn't matter how you feel, when you're upsetting Kit like this. Does it? "I'm - no. I'm. Just surprised, that's all. He - didn't tell me." 

When your voice starts to shake, you sink your nails into your skin. The pain steadies it back, and with it, sparks a surge of aggravation. It isn't Emerel's fault that you're prone to this - this immaturity, but it is his fault that you're cracking. Why did he leave the cart? He's sick. "He didn't tell me anything," you say, icy. It's better to be angry. "He - he still hasn't said anything at all."

KIT

You make some sort of quiet, embarrassed sound, when Pheres shooshes you, and then you laugh - it comes a little bit high, but hopefully it just sounds tinny over the phone. "Oh - oh, sorry - and thank you, I - sorry, I think I wound myself up a little bit." 

 You let the breath whoosh out of you, and scrub your hand through your hair, mussing your bangs even further. Belatedly, you realize you've probably smeared blood into them, too. You're a little bit of a mess right now, but - does it matter, really? Nobody's here to see you, and the important thing is talking to Pheres and making sure he and Emerel are going to be okay. And maybe you can just close your eyes and listen to the sound of Pheres's voice for a second or two. 

"I think maybe you're not... really fine?" you ask, apologetic for contradicting him. "But that's okay, too. I mean - oh, jeez, I've said that word too many times. I mean," you press forward, "There's a lot that's upsetting going on right now, I think, and... I'm coming over, soon, I think, I took a night off, and maybe I can help out? And for now we can maybe talk some of it out. I didn't..." 

 You didn't think Em would not tell Pheres. The thought didn't even cross your mind, did not at any point register so much as an option, and you don't know how to respond to that. Why wouldn't he tell Pheres? 

 "- I didn't realize," you say, "But... I think he was trying to protect you. I mean - oops. I just mean, it's a great big mess now, isn't it, and the rainbowdrinker thing is part of it? And he didn't really pick a good way to go about it, but I think that's what he was trying to do."

PHERES

He exhales all at once, a gust of wind that sets your phone to buzzing, but you can't even mind. Not when it makes you breathe out to match, letting go a breath you didn't even realise you were holding. Kit calms you down without even doing anything, sometimes; just the sound of his breath is giving you something to match to, for all that it's still faster than it ought to be. He's wonderful like that. 

More than wonderful. He's amazing, and lovely, and every single thing about him makes your pumpbiscuit skip a beat when you imagine it. So it's not right that it doesn't do the same for Emerel. You'd assumed he'd seen Meukit and felt the same absurd adoration you did. It only made sense. You'd never expected he was just.. just using him. 

 ".. that sounds like Emerel, doesn't it?" He didn't even like you, at first. Maybe he didn't like Kit at the start, and he likes him well enough now - "If he was trying, he's very bad at it, Kit. Excessively. I thought he was - he stopped breathing, and I nearly took off his head, because I thought he was going to.." You're not going to let your words get away with you again. "Never mind what I thought." 

"How are you? I'm sorry. I'm - I shouldn't have just dumped this on you, should I?"

KIT

"Really bad!" You want to laugh, to make it into a joke, but - then Pheres says he nearly cut off Emerel's head and your breath hitches. "I'm - I'm really, really sorry, Pheres. That's awful, and - and you didn't deserve to have to go through that. Or find out like that. He messed up. He meant well, but he messed up." 

"And - no!" you blurt, shooting straight up, "No, I'm - really glad you told me! You guys have been gone a while, and things keep happening and I haven't really known anything about any of it, not really, and - I'm really, really glad you told me, Pheres. I was worried!" 

 You laugh, a little weakly. "I guess it was kind of silly of me, but - yeah. Does... that mean Em is okay? ... Physically, I mean," you correct, a little sheepish, "Outstanding apology for how this all turned out aside."

PHERES

".. oh. I didn't - I'm sorry. I suppose you haven't, had you?" You've never tried to keep Kit in the loop of things. It didn't make any sense, when it'd just serve as another source of stress. He's got enough of that already, between Leoffe and Gliese, and all of the horrid urchins he calls friends. Your job isn't to add to his stress: for all that you're not moirails, for all that you're not anything to him at all, you know that it's true. And it'd made sense at the time to downplay Hadean and Emerel's fight, and your spats with Emerel, and everything else that you knew, even then, he might've liked to know. 

 And when he actually says it, like that, anxious, tripping over his own words, all of the justifications suddenly feel flimsy. "I'll - I'll tell you, from now on," you promise. You haven't uncurled from your ball since the first time you slid to the floor, but now you force your legs out in front of you, ignoring the twinge of protest in the muscles. Had you really been holding yourself that taut? "It was unkind of me not to. I'm.. sorry. I'll do better." 

"We'll do better." Keeping your ire at Emerel is fine, when the alternative is dealing with the tears you can feel in the back of your throat. "And - he's fine. He.. wasn't, for awhile, but he was up and walking yesterday, and.. well, I suppose he's perfectly hale now, if he's off, walking around." Your cart is always kept locked, and no one save you's big enough to slip through the gunnery, even if they got past the doors. So if the words are a little bitter, that doesn't matter. It's true. He had to have let himself out.

KIT

If the admission that Pheres didn't want to tell you all this in the first place made you jump, the self-deprecatory note his tone takes after you get overzealous has you wilting. 

 "Hey," you say, softer, "Hey, no, it's okay, really. You haven't done anything wrong - I like hearing about you guys, but you've had so much going on. It's not your fault that you've been busy - and you've been trying to deal with a lot! Em died." 

 Saying so still makes something twinge inside of you, small and scared, and you take a shaky breath. "I'm just glad you had the chance now," you tell Pheres, "And that - talking maybe helped, even a little bit. Hey - see, you're not panicking anymore! Because Emerel is fine, if he's up and about, he's just gone off because he's hungry." 

 Pheres sounds like he's just added you to his list of things to worry over, and you absolutely refuse. Not right now, of all times, when Em died and Pheres found out he's a vampire and you're not even around.

PHERES

"There's no excuse, Kit." If you think too hard about this, you'll slip right back into feeling horrid. And Kit sounds so soft, like you're some animal he's gentling. Neither of you can afford your usual waffling, so you steel your voice, even as you keep it at a pitch that you hope is soothing. "I - if I don't appreciate people just.. leaving things out, why should you? It isn't as if we haven't spoken since then. I.. am very fond of you. It's not fair if I don't.." 

 You exhale. ".. if I don't act like it," you say, steadier, because the way Kit's breath keeps catching is echoing in your head. "And.. thank you. Ah. I do feel better." You can feel the panic sitting at the edge of your awareness, waiting for the opportunity to rise back up, but you can't afford to think about it. And it'll make Kit feel so much more useful, if you can just keep calm. 

 "Thank you." Saying it again feels important. As does standing up. Being curled into a ball is for pupa's and wrigglers, and you're neither. And each click of your soles on the metal floor gives you something else to focus on.

KIT

You've managed to keep your fangs out of your lip for long enough that the cut you'd made earlier is clotting despite your inability to resist licking the blood away. It would be bad it you bothered it open again. 

 "I - thank you, then," you settle on, "I just - I really don't want you to feel bad? It's not like you did anything bad to me. And... I dunno," you mumble, "You always put in so much effort into making sure I'm okay. It seems dumb that you of all people should feel bad about it." 

 "Besides!" you perk up slightly, "I'll be there to visit you and Emerel in a bit, right? And I can help out taking care of him, too - I talked to him a little, and he seemed pretty shaken! And he's fine now, but it'll be nice to have more people around, too." 

 The way Pheres thanks you, it feels like something meaningful has happened - you mostly hope it's not something negative, and that nothing else will go wrong before you get there. 

... Honestly, you really just kind of want to go hug Pheres, but even if you could, that wouldn't exactly make all his problems go away.

PHERES

There are bits you still don't want to tell Kit. He doesn't need to know any of the more distressing facts of the past few days, like how long it'd taken you to nudge Emerel to sit up and drink water, never mind shower or even speak to you. He doesn't need to know that Emerel harassed Hadean when you were trying to mend him, or the near-fight that occurred. He doesn't need to know your worries over the fact maybe you should've just culled Emerel, back when he'd first woken up, and solved this drinker problem entirely. 

 All of those would just upset him. But when he says he'll come and visit, it reminds you that he deserves to know. Just.. not right now. Not quite yet. 

 "You're very sweet," you say, pacing. You rake a hand through your curls, tugging them straight, and the sproing of them snapping back into place - looser, yes, but still there - is very close to calming. "You don't have to come to help. Ah.. we'd love to have you there, just to be there. We ought to say it more." 

"But, ah.. thank you."

[anontrolls]

Tfw your friend forgets you’re literally blind. AA1 is Sipara and belongs to @activatingaggro, and AA2 is Asmani, and belongs to @glowtrolls.

AA1: look out the doorn. wherne arne you at? SS: (.......) SS: (......................) AA1: >:? AA2: uh AA1: wtf, don't dot dot dot at me. SS: (Pretend I italicized the dot dot dots, pal.) AA1: ... oh, go fuck yrn lusus. AA2: hey snVp V pic n post it AA1: soz i F O RN G O T. AA1: yeah! AA1: what they said. >:{

[anontrolls]

Random chat excerpt that made me laugh! AA belongs to @glowtrolls, and SS is Laledy.

AA: hows the AVycVy tho??? thVt sounds fkn rVd n Vlso like smth u just mVde up 2 mVke me type thVt lol, thVt looks #horrible SS: (My what? (\eue/) Soz, pal, text to voxce axn't up and caught that, thxnk you might hafta type xt agaxn!) AA: ur AVycVytion holy shit i hVte u AA: just flip the As n Vs u kno the deVl by now ):< SS: (No, no, one more txme, X axn't caught xt right yet!) AA: im tVkin u in V digitVl pVncVselock rn jsyk AA: the thing u go on when u wVnna relVx thVts not V pile holy shit SS: (So, lxke, a vaycay? (\eue/) ) AA: GOD

[anontrolls]

Laurel can neither stop talking, nor stop thinking about how he wants fish.

DD:  i am going to finish my project ideas!!

DD: it is just that i just thought of another idea i could implement alongside the module that i am currently editing and oh dear

DD: i cant just stop now!

DD: i am on a roll

DD: also i do believe our dear vv is advocating for the use of an auspistice! 

DD: or an assassin!! 

DD: i am not quite sure which!

DD: though i am a little bit inclined to select the mediator option on account of i have had some rather hands on dealings with assassins lately and it has all left a sour taste in my mouth!

DD: and not even the good kind of sour like you get with pickled herring

DD: oh dear i believe i am craving fish again 

DD: there is NO FISH here in the desert!!

[mirkstrolls]

[LOG] dumpster days, pt 2/3

[A short time after the last post, Widsth swings back into the chat and takes a selfie. Hadean and Ullane do some shipping at low, low rates.]

IT: I have aCquired a temporary refuge IT: MN -- Emerel, I presume, given thy exposure to Pheres's amorous inClinations? -- I am some thirty kilometers west of CasCara, yes

JM: What is Cascara like

MN: its onE of thE biggEst finE art and historical cEntErs on thE continEnt its prEtty awEsomE MN: okay cool orphEo tEll .ME. whErE you arE and what you look likE and .I.ll comE pick you up

JM: From what you say JM: He is around your height JM: His horns are large and I wonder he does not wreck doorways

MN: aw shit what a rack

JM: He has glasses and a JM: damn JM: cup cut? JM: No JM: ... JM: His hair goes to the middle of his neck about JM: That's about it

MN: dEscriptiVE

JM: he has an accent

IT: as it may be diffiCult to follow the desCription given IT: here is a photo!!

JM: now I get to feel redundantJM: oh wellJM: my pumpbiscuit will go on

-- inspiredTalesmith sent sgdsjk.jpg [a rather blurry selfie taken as he runs down the street. The ceruleans are visible over his shoulder--

MN: jm thats a bowl cut

ID: run nerd, run.

MN: no kidding about thE horns wow

IT: i am headed down ironCold lane, and I am

MN: ironcold MN: okay thErE should be a sErVicE station nEar thErE somEwhErE MN: hidE out in thE toilEt thErE and .I.ll bE oVEr in a flash

IT:  About that IT: I remain on IronCold lane, however IT: I appear to have taken up residenCe in a dumpster IT: This surprises me as muCh as it may surprise you

ID: ahahah did you jump in.

MN: ....okaaay stay in the dumpstEr MN: and .I. will find you in thE fucking dumpstEr

IT: I didst not jump in, ID, for thy information IT: I didst not WILLINGLY GO IT: I was PUT

ID: ahahah classic.

MN: this is why wE dont stEp on toEs hErE

JM: into the trash with you

ID: welcome to your new hive.

IT: they are trying to deCide whether to send someone after me IT: I am enshrined in half-rotten produCe, like a gutter saint IT: I Can pelt them with tomatoes, should the need arise IT: Unfortunately my Chosen weapon is of no use in this environ

ID: you throwing tomatoes will just piss them off more probably.

IT: I do not, in faCt, Care about their feelings IT: Given that they have THROWN ME INTO A DUMPSTER

JM: tsk JM: rude

ID: i mean. pissed trolls are more likely to cull you but whatever.

MN: hold on .I.m still on the way MN: just kEEp thEm distactEd or whatEVEr until .I. gEt thErE MN: dudE just moVing to thE dumpstEr might bE thE safEst placE for you by this point

IT: I have invited them to duel me in my new hive IT: one-on-one, of Course, as is right and honorable

ID: well emerel, your new buddy is fucked.

MN: a duEl in a dumpstEr sounds likE a littlE morE than a duEl if you gEt what .I.m saying MN: .BUT STOP CHALLENGING THEM YOU WINGNUT. MN: .WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU.

ID: he wants to die in battle. not pounded to death while hiding in the dumpster.

JM: I begin to see how you came to me with such wounds

IT: SiC transit gloria mundi IT: u0u

ID: what.

JM: something world

ID: hatched a nerd, die a nerd i guess. =:I

MN: dont you giVE .ME. that MN: yourE going to liVE if .I. haVE to drag you back from hEll damn it

IT: why Emerel, I barely know thee IT: ;O

JM: pfft

ID: <>?

JM: wouldn't bother, Orpheo JM: I think it's born of irritation

MN: wEll normally .I. giVE no fucks MN: but .I. already said .I. was picking you up and damn if .I. look likE a liar now MN: uh no MN: no <>

ID: boo. ID: you're ruining the rom dramaness of this chat right now.

MN: plus .PHERES. is fond of you so

ID: if i had popcorn i'd be throwing it at the screen right now.

MN: .I.ll ruin your facE nExt ;)

ID: you're welcome to try. =;) i mean you'll fail, but more power to you.

MN: bitch try .ME.

[mirkstrolls]

[LOG] dumpster days pt 1/3

[Chatlogs from over on #BWIC: the conversations that occur as Widsth Orpheo (inspiredTalesmith) pisses off a history gang and spends an afternoon trying to avoid their very physical ire.  Takes place over a good seven hours -- I’ve trimmed out most of the irrelevant dialogue, so if you want to read Hadean and Emerel threatening each other, this is not the place for that.

Also starring Pheres Dysseu (refiningSpacetime), Emerel Victis (meganeNarcissus), Hadean Dauths (invertedDissident), Ullane Wistim (journeyingMedic), and Sielan Reisov (pivotalPersuasion).  

In this issue: shaming Pheres for his interest in troll Twilight, a bad limerick, Emerel offers to help, Ullane realizes that Widsth does this too often.]

RS: | I will Give Sixty Beetles to Whoever Presents Me with Something Entertaining | RS: | Because I am Afraid I am About to Expire from Boredom |

IT: I am about to lose ConneCtion to the internet IT: But it may interest thee to know, Sir Dysseu,  that I didst just aCCidentally inCur the wrath of most of the West Alpine SeCtor HistoriCal SoCiety IT: 'Tis too long a tale to relate at the moment, but it doth involve a Certain private diary,  the Cerulean Dynasty's fashion for pierCing deliCate plaCes IT: And a great many sCandalized historians who are now defaming my honest reputation!!! IT: ...They wish to defame me, in faCt, with pitChforks IT: Adieu!

RS: | | | RS: | Well | ! | As Always | RS: | Orpheo Wins | =:) |

MN: wEll orphEos fuckEd MN: sucks to bE you pal

ID: hahaha what.

MN: looks likE hE got a hold of somEonEs diary and blastEd that shit MN: hE might not bE aliVE now MN: and by that .I. mEan hEs probably still running knowing pissEd off bluEs MN: oh man this is grEat

ID: ahahah that's pretty wild. run nerd, spread the awful awful truth.

MN: hE fights the good fight haha

ID: the fight that ancient highbloods are huge pervs. who could have seen it coming.

MN: .I. for onE am just shockEd

ID: all those historians so crushed. by the knowledge their idols were packing some extra metal.

MN: .I.m not that crushEd MN: .I. actually am a historian MN: this is prEtty normal by now

ID: you are, huh. do you have a specialty or are you just a well rounded nerd. ID: why are there so many nerds in this chatroom.

MN: .I.m thE most wEll roundEd nErd MN: but nah MN: military history

ID: well at least you chose an interesting part to be a nerd about.

MN: Exactly MN: .I. cant gEt Enough of this shit MN: EVEr bEEn to thE rEEnactmEnt fair MN: wE haVE a big fight ring aftEr the battlE rEplays arE donE MN: somEtimEs pEoplE diE MN: but thE prizEs arE grEat

ID: uh no because i have no idea where the fuck to find one of those. but battle replays sound fun. ID: unless you're on the side that loses i guess.

MN: which to bE fair isnt that diffErEnt from anything ElsE pEoplE haVE bEEn doing forEVEr but you know MN: thE closEst onE is outsidE cascara MN: chEck it out somEtimE .I. say bEcausE thE nExt fairE is nExt wEEk

ID: uh cascara. will make a note of it. and figure out where the fuck that is.

MN: hErE MN:  Sent hErEsamap.png

[MN and ID threaten each other in a vaguely pitch-flirty manner and challenge each other to a duel at the historical fair. JM says she’s seen too many undead for her taste.]

RS: | But | Have You Seem any Sparkling White Ones | like in the Films | JM | ? | Inquiring Minds wish to Know | =:P |

MN: wE dont EVEn takE chancEs and somEonE on staff burns thE dEad

JM: Sound practice JM: Those films are made by idiots who deserve to be drained of blood. JM: No. Thankfully.

ID: what movies.

JM: You'll be sorry you asked. JM: I feel RS is going to answer.

MN: sEE .PHERES.I.m not thE only onE who kEEps tElling you thosE moViEs suck

JM: They are awful JM: and stupid JM: and inaccurate

RS: / someone else do the title / I'm with a customer / =:( /

ID: i no longer care what movie it is. since it apparently sucks.

RS: / and they are perfectly fine / my sympathies for your lack of taste / =:) / both of yours /

JM: No self-respecting drinker would be so soppy

MN: look .I.m going to shortEn thE titlE MN: and call it MN: thE film in which a drinkEr starEs at a girl whilE shE slEEps and shE is okay with it

JM: Especially not over such a pathetic protagonist JM: Exactly JM: It is disgusting JM: all the characterization is bad JM: terrible quadrant dynamics

MN: thE wErEfiEnds wErE hot as hEll and thats thE bEst part of the moViE

RS: / it's meant to emphasize the pitiful nature of their relationship / for heaven's sake /

JM: There's pitiful JM: And there's downright obnoxious

MN: .PHERES. no it wasnt

JM: Also it was disturbing JM: And crossed boundaries

IT: Dysseu, art thou aCtually defending that film

JM: Unfortunately

ID: if any drinker was staring at me while i slept. i'd gut them.

MN: holy shit hEs still aliVE

ID: for now.

IT: I am on the run for my life IT: And I must needs stop

JM: wait

IT: to KINKSHAME thee

JM: Ha

MN: haha is thE cErulEan chaptEr still aftEr you

IT: ...Ye muses, no wonder thou didst think RiCCin attraCtive IT: 'Tis the fangs, is it not????

MN: its thou thought dudE

JM: Some people are into that

RS: / oh / go back to reading your filthy eulogies / orpheo / hahaaaa / RS: | NO |

JM: It's okay RS JM: We accept you

ID: ahahahahah

JM: But not your movie taste JM: ...Orpheo? [edited] JM: Widsth Orpheo?

IT: 'Tis I, Orphep

JM: Shut

MN: .I. loVE you man but your moViE tastEs suck and .I. will not stand by whilE thEy hurt you

IT: )That was a humorous untruth but yes, that is my name)

JM: You may not remember me

MN: orphEo holy shit arE you typing whilE you run

JM: But I treated you

IT: jog wouldst be more aCCurate henCe my deteriorating quirk IT: !!!!!!

ID: how long until pheres asks emerel to dress up like the main character though.

IT: MediC Wistim??

JM: Ah JM: Yes

MN: oh my god MN: hadEan you haVE .NO IDEA.

JM: HaJM: Wait has he done that

ID: ahahahah are you serious.

MN: hE kEEps trying to put .ME. into thE drinkEr aEsthEtic box

JM: That's amazing

IT: hello there dear lady!! IT: also HAS HE DONE THAT

ID: do you have to say lines.

JM: Oh please JM: I hope so

IT: I NEED CONFIRMATION, MN

JM: "I'm not good for you, Bellah"

MN: .NO I REFUSE.

JM: You mean JM: He has tried

MN: .I WILL NOT DRESS UP AS TROLL EDWARD CULLEN.

ID: ahahahahah i'm dying.

IT: :O :O :O

MN: thats classifiEd

JM: This is amazing

IT: >:D

ID: does he want you to bite him and shit.

MN: also classifiEd

ID: so definitely yes.

IT: ye gods

MN: .I. will not confirm or dEny MN: on a public chat

JM: In the absence of proof JM: I will assume yes

MN: hEy orphEo arE you anywhErE nEar cascara

IT: this materisl doth beg a limeriCk

JM: Do it JM: It can only make it better JM: To record it forever JM: To testify Pheres's mistakes

MN: bEcausE if you arE .I. might bE ablE to swing by and hElp you out MN: .I. know a fEw guys from thE cErulEan branch

JM: Please help him I had to put him back together not too long ago JM: Don't let my work go to waste

IT: At the request of the lovely Ullane IT: There onCe was a troll called pher IT: his pref'renCes were quite clear IT: he told his mate "bite me, IT: and perhaps, glow slightly?" IT: on the whole 'twas rather queer IT: afaojf pardon me a momeny

MN: amazing MN: .I. haVE no idEa how you camE up with that on thE run MN: but good job

JM: edhjckkkkkkk I slipped and fell off my seat JM: My horn hit the keyboard JM: Thanks to my laughter

MN: oh .MY. god

ID: hahah lovely. almost brings a tear to my eye, 8/10.

JM: The art of our time

ID: i mean i thought that shit was ancient art. isn't art these days memes.

JM: Think, ID JM: It incorporated modern media JM: Like the dreadful film JM: Ancient form, modern subject

ID: got me there i guess.

JM: Score

[mirkstrolls]

[LOG] dumpster days, pt 3/3

[After Widsth ducks out near the end of the last post to fight his attackers one-on-one, Emerel and Hadean get pitch-flirty again and Ullane calls them on it, and then is dragged for being a wingtroll who doesn’t have any quadrants. Sielan and Pheres (re)enter the chat to put their two cents in, which leads to the following:]

MN: hEy .PHERES. arE you any closEr to cascara than .I. am by any chance

PP: It certainly sounds pitch

RS: | A Little | Why | ? |

MN: orphEo is gEtting his ass kickEd in a dumpstEr and .I. told him .I.d comE scrapE him off thE walls

RS: | | What |

MN: but hEs likE 20 milEs from the city

ID: don't worry, he's dueling them in the dumpster now.

RS: | Where | ? | Wait | No | I'll Look on the Book of Faces | Brb |

ID: i'm sure it's going well for him.

MN: is hE liVEstrEaming this from thE facEbook MN: .I.m trying to hElp but hE thrEw tomatoEs at thEm

IT: I am a little busy to be livesreaaming!!!!!! IT: The good thing about historians is that they respeCt the ruls of the duel; IT: howver, the BAD thing about THESE historians in partiCular is that IT: they are Called legion IT: (for they are many)

RS: | He is Not | ! | But | People are Discussing the Trash Teal | Haha | which is More Useful | =:) | RS: | Ah | Do You need Retrieval | Orpheo | ? | RS: | Or | Are You having Fun | ? | ? |

MN: .I.VE got about another 10 milEs to go

IT: I am relatively Confident in my ability to forge my way through the rest of this paCk, or at least enough of them that the rest grow weary of trying IT: However IT: Ahem, however, I may require retrieval in the aftermath

MN: what do you think wErE trying to do bEan dip

IT: My attention is a tad divided at the present moment!

ID: hahah wow what a mess. does this happen a lot.

MN: okay .I.m almost on ironcold finally MN: arE you still in thE dumpstEr

IT: I am defending it against all C IT: Comers IT: I imagine we are making quite a lot of noise, thou mayst follow the Commotion

MN: holy shit yEah MN: .I. can hEar it from hErE

ID: so people who aren't off rescuing the tealblood from his own stupidity. ID: what are you doing?

MN: okay .I.m likE right thErE MN: brb guys

ID: ughhh everyone is gone aren't they. =:I

[An interval, in which some chatting is done. Meanwhile, in Ironcold Lane, Emerel drags Widsth bodily out of the fight and attempts to smooth things over. Widsth proceeds to shout inflammatory comments at the historians until Emerel clocks him with his own staff. Pheres sits on the sidelines and takes bets with the historians about whether Emerel and Widsth will pap. Eventually, he checks in:]

RS: | Good News | ! | No One is Dead | Bad News | I have Lost Forty Caegars on a Bet with One of the Historians | on the Duration of the Fight | And Shipping | RS: | Do not Take a Train | Honestly | Hadean | =:1 |

PP: Sad to see you lose RS, better luck next time

[the discussion moves on. ID says Sipara (AA) will support his fight with MN. About 45 minutes later:]

MN: .I.m back and .I. hit orphEo with his stick MN: and thE fight got mEssy becausE .HE CANT KEEP HIS GODDAMN MOUTH SHUT.

ID: aww sounds so pathetic. poor you.

MN: why do you think hE got hit with his own wEapon by .ME.

ID: because. <>?

RS: | Here You Are | =:| | RS: | She will Not Support You | But I think I should Go Make Sure Orpheo is Not Bleeding | Anyway |

AA: suuuuuup. AA: wait, omfg,  why arne we talking abt a fight?? AA: .. wait, who the fuck is ornpheo?? AA: >:{

MN: bEcausE hE is stupid and dEsErVEs to suffEr

[The conversation moves on, but that’s about it! Except for this snippet from later:]

RS: | Heels are Fine | RS: | If Orpheo was Wearing Heels | Perhaps People would be Less Likely to Shove Him in a Trashcan |

MN: .FUCKING ORPHEO.