#ironInfidelity

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Mega Texas:  Day 1

[ Dirk, Nepeta, Sollux, Tavros, Equius, Aradia, Signless, Summoner, Tyrena and Disciple all find themselves blipping suddenly onto the hot, scorching ground. Snapping back to reality and here comes gravity. They find themselves closely scattered in a Wal-Mart parking lot. The cars are here, aren’t they always, only some of these are broken into, which is another common thing. Beside them there is a judgemental moo from cows watching as these weirdos appeared from nowhere and decided to take a nap on the asphalt. Their hair still static-y from the trip, touching one of the abandoned carts seems like a bad idea man. Real bad. ]

DIRK: -DOOF. he lands on his ass.- ... What the fuck?

DIRK: -looks around. wal-mart... fucked up cars...-

DIRK: -a weird looking horse?-

DIRK: -could he be in the fabled land of his birth?-

NEPETA: =TAIL FRIZZES AND HISSES=

EQUIUS: -How dare you. He is in perfect condition. This Wal-Mart, however, is not. Equius stands with a groan.-

NEPETA: =THE CLAWS ARE OUT=

DIRK: -nah, that's a ridiculous conclusion to jump to...-

TYRENA: -drags herself up from the floor-

DIRK: -gets up, surveying the group and takes a head count.- Everyone okay?

TYRENA: -a little bit of a hISS as she does-

TYRENA: 0NLY SUPERF1C1ALLY >:)

TYRENA: -STALKS AND HOBBLES a few steps, bare feet on the hot ground.- TYRENA: BLEH

SIGNLESS: -Ahh, nothing like suddenly APPEARING SOMEWHERE ELSE. First thing to register when his feet hit the ground is that its very hot, but heat he can handle, what he cant handle is trying to guess what just happened.-

SIGNLESS: Would someone.... kindly fill me in on what has just happened. -Squints as he looks around at all the cars and cows.-

EQUIUS: -He's sweating abhorrently, and the heat is making him a little...sluggish-

TYRENA: 1 PR0M1SE NO K1NDNESS

TYRENA: 1T WAS A TRAP

SOLLUX: -just laying face down on the ground.-

ARADIA: -she had a soft landing...but sollux...he needed to fall flat on his face. it was important. so she just waits for him to get up.-

NEPETA: =Scampers around anxiously, scampers over Sollux. Sits on him and kneads=

NEPETA: =With claws=

NEPETA: =Hello=

SOLLUX: 0w.

SOLLUX: guess i'm still alive. c00l.

SOLLUX: -muffled into pavement-

DIRK: ... -hoists him-

DIRK: We're missing most of the crew.

DIRK: -pats himself down... his comm device is still on him. hmm.-

NEPETA: =Doofs off Sollux as he's lift and scampers again before climbing Equius=

SOLLUX: -is hoist- l00ks like nepeta is 0kay.

TYRENA: YES

TYRENA: THEY ARE M1SS1NG YOU, EQUALLY, 1'M SURE

SOLLUX: every0ne stand still and wait f0r me t0 st0p tasting c0ncrete s0 i can figure 0ut wh0's here.

DIRK: I'm gonna try to get ahold of everyone else. Hold up.

ARADIA: im here

SOLLUX: 0h hey AA.

EQUIUS: D --> Are you...okay, Nepeta? Aradia as well. Everyone else

NEPETA: :33 <sure this is grrrrrrrrreat blargh but im fine just furreaked out :'((

ARADIA: hi sollux

ARADIA: hi equius

ARADIA: theres nothing to be freaked out about :D

NEPETA: :33 < this is dumb >:'((

EQUIUS: D --> Stop being weirder than usual, Aradia. I concur with Nepeta

ARADIA: youre weirder than usual

ARADIA: oh wait

ARADIA: thats all the time

EQUIUS: D --> Now is not the time to wa% pitchy. Something severe has happened

ARADIA: its moderate

DIRK: -gets this random urge to kick hal's ass-

TYRENA: 1 APPRECIATE Y0UR UTTER 1ND1FFERENCE AND F1ND 1T REFRESH1NG

TYRENA: H0WEVER, 1T D0ES REVEAL A F0REKN0WLEDGE 0F TH1NGS

TYRENA: SP1LL, P1X1E, 1 KN0W H0W TH1S GAME W0RKS

TYRENA: 1'VE BEEN AT 1T F0R M0ST 0F MY L1FE

DIRK: -blurts out, holding up his comm- Hey. We're in Texas.

TYRENA: 0H

TYRENA: WHAT'S A TEXAS

ARADIA: -she smiles at tyrena- ive been through every way this could possibly go

ARADIA: i know what we have to do to get to our best end result

ARADIA: but in every circumstance that i choose to tell you what to do next

ARADIA: it all ends horrifically

TYRENA: HA

TYRENA: 1F Y0U 1NS1ST

TYRENA: 1 AM N0 HYP0CR1TE, AT LEAST

SOLLUX: welc0me t0 hell.

ARADIA: welcome to hell

SOLLUX: yeah.

DIRK: -looks a little distressed-

DIRK: ... Alright, everybody.

DIRK: I've gathered that the crew's been split up into groups, presumably all around the US. We're going to try to meet up in Minnesota.

DIRK: The kids are still on the ship, but Porrim is looking after them. Think she's got the bots helping her too.

TYRENA: HM

TYRENA: 1 SUPP0SE 1T 1S A PLAN, 1F N0TH1NG ELSE

DIRK: Sollux, come with me. We're gonna try to hot wire some of these cars. -drags him, but also because he wants to talk to him-

ARADIA: -smiles as they go-

SOLLUX: hhff. -is DRAG.- h0w fucking 0ld is this techn0l0gy even g0ing t0 be, this is g0nna suck.

DIRK: We weren't transported back in time, asshole. I'm sure it's fine. -he assumes-

DIRK: ... -quiet for a second after he jimmies a door open- I don't know where Jake and Roxy are.

SOLLUX: -no human technology suuuuucks. whine whine. but also quiets himself after that.- SOLLUX: ... 0kay. uhh.

SOLLUX: fuck.

DIRK: I'm trying not to freak out. Not while I still gotta give everyone direction. -leeeans into the driver's seat and starts fucking around with the car.-

NEPETA: :33 < its purrretty hard to not freak out :((

NEPETA: =crawls in the car and starts to scratch the seat immediately= :33 < where can we even go in texass?

TYRENA: AWAY FR0M TEXAS

DIRK: -SUDDENLY A CAT- ... Yeah, that's the plan, actually.

DIRK: Probably best we lay low too. As much as I'd love to sight see.

SOLLUX: jegus nepeta.

NEPETA: :33 < i can help scout...... =mnng, jumps out and starts to prowl around........= and also get dinner =STARES at cows=

NEPETA: =MEAT=

DIRK: Don't you dare kill that horse.

NEPETA: =tilts head and snorts=

NEPETA: :33 < thats a silly looking horse!!

EQUIUS: D --> It's an udderbeast. A, oh fizzlewinks, what do humans call it again? Oh yes, a cow -And Nepeta better leave it alone-

DIRK: He's just a lil chunky.

ARADIA: -joins the rest of them-

NEPETA: :33 < a chunky hunk of FOOD

EQUIUS: D --> Cease

NEPETA: :33 < im trying to feed the pack :30

SOLLUX: can s0me0ne take a chunky hunk 0f shut the fuck up while i'm trying to blindly help h0twire this scuttlebuggy?

SOLLUX: in case y0u f0rg0t the tech guy was blind.

NEPETA: =leans next to Sollux=

NEPETA: :33 < (is the shut fuck tender and juicy.... like steak?) =mrps softly= i pawlieve in you!

SOLLUX: ggghhhhh.

ARADIA: im assuming youre pretty talented with your scents to know whawt youre doing by now

EQUIUS: -Plucks Nepeta up. Let him work-

SOLLUX: -mocking her- i'm assuming y0u're pretty talented with y0ur dick by n0w t0 blah blah blah my ass.

SOLLUX: -sparks fly as he touches two wires together- 0W FUCK.

ARADIA: i mean yes

ARADIA: i was waiting for that

SOLLUX: Y0U WERE WAITING F0R MY ASS?

ARADIA: for you to get shocked

ARADIA: after saying that

SOLLUX: AA can y0u st0p being super fucking creepy f0r tw0 sec0nds and try being slightly m0re s0cially acceptable? like ask if i'm 0kay 0r s0mething???

ARADIA: are you ok

ARADIA: you are

ARADIA: i can answer that

DIRK: -he's just watching this happen tbh-

SOLLUX: i'm-- g0d damn it.

SOLLUX: -throws hands up-

ARADIA: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

SOLLUX: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

ARADIA: :D

DIRK: -and with that, he manages to get it to start running- Nice.

DIRK: This wouldn't be possible without the sacrifices you made, babe. I'm so proud of you.

TYRENA: -climbs onto the roof of the car.-

SOLLUX: y0u're WELC0ME, every0ne!

SOLLUX: what the fuck is that.

ARADIA: tyrena

SOLLUX: figures.

DIRK: Important question... Who all knows how to drive a car?

NEPEPTA: :33 < i do!

DIRK: Cool. We're gonna need a few people cuz we ain't all fittin' in one.

DIRK: -moves onto another car to get that one running.-

TYRENA: 1 CAN DR1VE

SOLLUX: Y0U'RE BLIND.

SOLLUX: HA HA.

TYRENA: YES, Y0U ARE

SOLLUX: yeah.

SOLLUX: -SIGHS.-

SOLLUX: -he's more agitated because he misses Terezi already.-

EQUIUS: D --> I can navigate one of these rudimentary vehicles well enough

SOLLUX: kn0wing y0u, y0u'll break the wheel 0r kick a h0le in the fl00rb0ard bef0re y0u get this thing past the ugly h0rse.

DIRK: -keeps an eye on those two... no strangling this time.-

EQUIUS: D --> I could just as easily put a hole in you -This heat is doing wonders for his anger-

NEPETA: =puts her foot on Equius' cheek=

DIRK: Don't make me come over there.

ARADIA: -pats equius's arm- but you wont

SOLLUX: i dunn0 aa i think we have time t0 find 0ut.

DIRK: For fuck's sake, my dude.

SOLLUX: let's just be real ab0ut 0ur handicaps here. i'm blind and he's freakishly hulking.

EQUIUS: -There's a neck vein or three bulging-

ARADIA: hes big

NEPETA: =Puts her foot on the neck veins, mrps=

NEPETA: :33 < if i cant eat the weird horse ill eat mew both fur survival!

SOLLUX: at least i'll be put t0 g00d use.

NEPETA: :33 < purr bones would make a nice broth

ARADIA: -whacks sollux's arm-

EQUIUS: D --> As what? A post dinner tooth picking tool

NEPETA: :33 < no equihiss purr the picking tool fur my teeth! >:00

EQUIUS: D --> You've already e%pended your use, Captor

NEPETA: :33 < BLARRRRRGGHH =ascends the horse and gets on his shoulders, hand over the mouth= shush

DIRK: -okay, he's coming back over.-

SOLLUX: 0W.

SOLLUX: what was that f0r???

[In the not so far distance, a shitty jpeg skateboard gently floats to the ground]

ARADIA: you hit your daily verbal self deprecation limit a long time ago

DIRK: Are we really doing this right now? Because I'm not in the fucking mood to br-- .....................

DIRK: -stares at the skateboard-

SOLLUX: excuse me?? that d0esn't exist.

SOLLUX: .... br.

ARADIA: -just smiles at the skateboard. HAHAHA it's kind of funny this time around-

DIRK: ... -picks up the skateboard-

SOLLUX: br???

SOLLUX: dirk???

DIRK: Bruh.

SOLLUX: 0h 0kay.

[It's just...So shitty. It's UNREAL, how poor the quality of this thing is. It feels like it's going to break apart in his hands. There's no way anyone actually ever rode this thing]

DIRK: ... -captchalogues this-

DIRK: Anyway, I got the other car running so let's split up.

SOLLUX: sure thing gang.

DIRK: Watch me swooce right in. -pushes sollux into the passenger's seat so he can get into the driver's seat.-

SOLLUX: hrrf. -scrunches up his little stick noodle body-

EQUIUS: -Grumbles off to the other with Nep-

NEPETA: =Pats his sweaty face, softly shushing=

DIRK: -BYE BITCH. just kidding. he likes equius but he can't abide anybody flexing threateningly at his husband. sorry bro.-

ARADIA: -she'll stay in here. for reasons. BYE EQUIUS KISS KISS LOVE YA BYE BYE-

EQUIUS: -He'll break everything-

DIRK: -leads the way further north with his gps guiding them. it's gonna be a long night.-

[cranktankerousgeneticist-blog]

❌ Kankri Signless

Kankri: He is so full of shit and full of himself and full of his own shit how is it that he doesn’t waft the consistent scent of construction worker porta-potty is a mystery theorists are still struggling with. 

Signless: A pushy asshole.. but most of their problems have been worked out

[taskforcetumut]

ATRIUM SECURITY RECORDING 0429

UNCLE BRO: -In he walks with his trusty cane sword, back in uniform and everything. He's even moving not super stiffly. Today, he is gonna have a burrito. He will not be stopped.-

REDGLARE: -LOOMS OVER HIM- REDGLARE: W3r3 you d1sch4rg3d?

UNCLE BRO: -Turns around and offers her a bite of burrit- Yep

NYALAH: -saunters in for the purpose of inconspicuously sitting at one of the lunch tables. On the table. Cross-legged so she can stare at Redglare and Davenfur.-

REDGLARE: Off1c14lly?  Or d1d you s1mply d3c1d3 you w3r3 d1sch4rg3d?

UNCLE BRO: Its official you gonna try this burrito or what

NYALAH: -licks chops in the distance-

UNCLE BRO: -He sees you cat-

NYALAH: -meows internally. Meows eternally-

REDGLARE: W3r3 you -off3r1ng- th3 burr1to?

REDGLARE: You should 34t.  You 4r3 4nd w3r3 r3cov3r1ng. 

REDGLARE: -POKES HIM STOMACH- 

 REDGLARE: 4nd 1 th1nk you m1ght h4v3 lost m4ss.

UNCLE BRO: -Hisses slightly-

NYALAH: -Psa. Redglare is a cute nerd when she fusses.-

UNCLE BRO: Still a lil tender babe

UNCLE BRO: Im gonna eat dont sweat it when did you last eat something not a protein bar

REDGLARE: P4st3.  Prot31n p4st3.

NYALAH: -disgusting-

REDGLARE: -EYES NYALAH.  SHE SENSES YOUR JUDGEMENT-

NYALAH: -grooms self innocently, even as Redglare eyes her.-

UNCLE BRO: Yeah no this burrito is yours now -Shoves it at Redglare-

UNCLE BRO: -He's gonna make another NOW-

REDGLARE: ... Wh4t's 1n th1s?

REDGLARE: 1 don't trust burr1tos.

NYALAH: -All this hard work, Davenfur. It better be a good burrito.-

UNCLE BRO: Steak cheese beans vegetation

NYALAH: -Gross.-

REDGLARE: .. 

REDGLARE: -EYES CAT- 

REDGLARE: -PUTS A HAND ON HER HEAD- 

REDGLARE: You'v3 b33n qu13t.

NYALAH: -!!!!- 

NYALAH: is... watching -Yes, good. Continue the pets.-

UNCLE BRO: Sup shitty kitty

NYALAH: stalking 

NYALAH: i means watching :33 -swishes tail-

REDGLARE:  -She takes a tentative bite of the burrito.-  Suppos3 1t's not po1son 1n th3 l34st. REDGLARE: -STILL WATCHING DAVEN MAKE HIS THOUGH- 

REDGLARE: -supervising- 

REDGLARE: You n33d v1t4m1ns.  T4k3 4 fru1t.

UNCLE BRO: You doting on me right now -He is making a very extravagant burrito right now, but he tosses a chunk of steak to Nyalah-

NYALAH: -makes a crude gesture behind Redglare. Telling Davenforth exactly where to stuff the fruit.- 

NYALAH: ... -chomps up steak bit.- 833

UNCLE BRO: -His shades gleam at the gesture-

UNCLE BRO: Where were you when i was laid up in the infirmary we could have played tic tac toe or you could have brought me a mouse or somethin

NYALAH: was waiting fur you to kick the buckets h33h333! 

NYALAH: but sadly you never did :((

REDGLARE: Th4t's 4 p1ty for us 4ll. 

REDGLARE: 1'm not dot1ng.  1'm pr3v3nt1ng your m1st4k3s.

NYALAH: (nurd)

REDGLARE: (Sh.)

UNCLE BRO: I didnt die just to disappoint both of yall -Rolls his burrito expertly and does not grab any fruit-

NYALAH: -roll that burrito Davey. You know what you're about.- 

NYALAH: supurr disappointed kokoros brokoro 

NYALAH: guess we will s33s from now on

REDGLARE: -reaches over and places an orange on his tray ANYWAYS-

NYALAH: .... -reaches paw to bat orange.-

REDGLARE: No.

NYALAH: -pauses mid reach- 

NYALAH: -pokes orange-

REDGLARE: -bats at paw.-  No.

NYALAH: kay 

NYALAH: hold dis then -Her hand, she means.- >;33

REDGLARE: ... 

REDGLARE: R34lly.

NYALAH: ye is the only way

UNCLE BRO: -Casually slips Orange in Redglares pocket-

UNCLE BRO: Awww aint yall just right cute

REDGLARE: -BATS HIS HAND TOO- 

REDGLARE: >:I

UNCLE BRO: -Takes her hand and kisses it before heading to sit at a table-

REDGLARE: -UGH!!!!-

REDGLARE: -GRABS nyalah's hand and pulls her to follow him-

NYALAH: -watches this with her cat eyes, being led along by the huffy miss. Hand is hold all the same.- B33 

NYALAH: she mad bro

UNCLE BRO: Is she big mad or little mad -Sits down and starts munching on burrito-

NYALAH: big mad 

NYALAH: the biggest

REDGLARE: N31th3r.

REDGLARE: 1 don't m1nd 1t wh3n you'r3 both s1mult3n4ously 1ncorr3ct.

NYALAH: -slyest side eye- purrobably

UNCLE BRO: Im thinking smedium mad

NYALAH: smemedium

REDGLARE: Wh4t.

UNCLE BRO: Memes

REDGLARE: Stop.

UNCLE BRO: You cant stop the memes even raiden learned that

REDGLARE: 1'm stopp1ng you.

UNCLE BRO: Unpossible

NYALAH: -squeezes self under Redglare's arm. So smooth.- no fun allowed B||

REDGLARE: ...3xcus3 m3. 

REDGLARE: Wh4t 4r3 you try1ng to do h3r3.

NYALAH: cuddle -Duh, it's so obvious.-

REDGLARE: -WELL NOW HER ARM'S AROUND HER.-  >:T

NYALAH: -Hey, at least she's clean. She purr.- B33

UNCLE BRO: -Awwwww ain't it cute-

UNCLE BRO: See look shes a good cat when shes not waitin on you to die

UNCLE BRO: -Tosses more steak-

REDGLARE: 1 don't know.  S33ms l1k3 th4t's r3qu1s1t3 for b31ng 4 c4t.

UNCLE BRO: Fair enough

UNCLE BRO: You miss me lately

REDGLARE: -SLAM DUNKS THE ORANGE BACK IN THE MIDDLE OF THE TABLE- 

REDGLARE: V1t4m1n C.

UNCLE BRO: Thats an appropriate answer -Munches more burrito-

REDGLARE: GLARES-

UNCLE BRO: -A red glare-

UNCLE BRO: You gonna eat that burrito

REDGLARE: 34t th3 fru1t.

UNCLE BRO: You eat the fruit

REDGLARE: Your 1mmun3 syst3m 1s w34k.

UNCLE BRO: Your body is weak its only had protein powder

REDGLARE: Th4t's 4 f1lthy l13.

UNCLE BRO: You just said it five minutes ago

REDGLARE: P4st3.  Not powd3r.  1t's 4 k1nd of MR3.

UNCLE BRO: Mrhea

UNCLE BRO: Eat better

SIGNLESS: -Alright so maybe MOST people wouldnt be sitting in the cafeteria so late, watching their hyper active kid run literal circles around tables and chairs at this time of the night. But hey, it wasn't like he was most people. Also he understood that Sileas had no real way to judge when it was night or day, so it was hard for the child to feel physically tired when he normally should. For instance today Sileas had slept through the majority of the afternoon, so now the little troll was wired with energy. This was fine of course because it wasn't like Kasvik had plans on getting much sleep tonight anyways. So he sips orange juice and keeps an eye on his charge.- 

SILEAS: -He is the night, he is FEROCIOUS. And he loves running around chairs.-

TEREZI: =RUNS in the atrium, sniffing around a little frantically. Speaking of children, hers managed to slip right out of her arms as she was getting her ready for bed and dove right into the vents. Rather than pursue directly, Terezi listened to what route she was taking and had followed the noises HERE. So far, no Sirius.=

SIGNLESS: -Well that was certainly something odd to see. He slow sips at his pal Terezi and wonders if perhaps he should ask if things are alright.- 

SILEAS: -Hes of course going to beat his dad to it, because the moment he sniffs out his favorite teacher Sileas lets out an excited and loud laugh and comes running towards her to cling to her leg.- I gawt yoo!!

TEREZI: =gasps! she was in such concentration, that she completely skipped over her BEST student.= YOU D1D! =She ruffles his hair to a point that his previous hairstyle is no longer recognizable. Kneeling down next to him, she opened her arms for a hug, though her eyes are following the faint thumping noise in the vents above them.= WH4T H4V3 YOU B33N UP TO? WH4T H4S M4D3 YOU TURN TO NOCTURN4L V3NTUR3S? =looks around and-- ah, there is Signless. She waves at the very tired looking troll back at the tables=

SILEAS: -Of course he was expecting her to open her arms, so he is already scrambling up into them, giggling gleefully at his messed up hair.- Hunt! He is hunting! For smalllll things. and, uhmn, BIG things!! -Opens his arms out wide to show just how big.- 

SIGNLESS: -He waves back at her, even gives her a half tried smile. Terezi is a nice person, and he is very glad his son has someone like that to look up to.-

TEREZI: =her eyes go biiiig= NOT TOO B1G, 1 HOP3! 1S 1T 4 B1G TH1NG ON TH1S SH1P? 1S 1T... =puts a hand over her mouth= (1S 1T D4NG3ROUS?) SIRIUS: =the thumps go quieter at the sound of her mama's voice, but she doesn't change direction, rather going a little slower and trying not to make as much noise.=

SILEAS: -What a clever baby Sirius is. Also what is whispering? He has just two volumes, normal sorta loud voice and LOUD voice. Of course LOUD voice was only allowed for outside times, those are his dads rules 80 - No. not dan-jur-us. Cus, c-cus im BIG! i catch it!

TEREZI: 1 KNOW YOU C4N! >:] =she hups him up on her knee and hrrggg he's gotten big himself!= 

TEREZI: 4ND YOU KNOW WH4T? 1 B3T 1TS PR3TTY CLOS3 BY! 

TEREZI: BUT F1RST TO F1ND 1T, WH4T DO W3 GOTT4 DO? =she tugs a little on her own earlobe for a hint=

SILEAS: EAT IT!!!

SIGNLESS: -Good lord that child is his mothers son...-

SIRIUS: =the noise above just stops completely.= 

TEREZI: =stares at Sileas for a good  long moment then bursts into surprised laughter.=

TEREZI: Y3S, 1 SUPPOS3 TH3R3S NO STOPP1NG TH3 B1G B4D CR1TT3R FROM F1ND1NG 1TS3LF 1N TH3 GR4SP OF 4 NOTOR1OUS HUNT3R OF TH3 LONG FORGOTT3N W1LD =finger waggles=

SILEAS: -He is confused by the sound of laughter, was that not the right answer?- 

SILEAS: That is me! Hunter!

TEREZI: =shh no, it was the perfect answer. Especially for kids who should not be out of bed OUO= 

SIRIUS: =sweet shit= 

TEREZI: =boops his nose= 3X4CTLY!

SILEAS: -Hear that Sirius your mom says he can eat you. Sileas squeals when his nose is booped and giggles as he blindly tries to shoo her finger away.- 

SIGNLESS: -He supposes its time he probably went over to say an actual hello and maybe save Terezi from his kid. Here he comes walking over to them both, still holding his coffee mug of oj.- So was your intention of coming out tonight to join his pack? -Thats some humor right there. He is pretty darn certain there was another reason Terezi came running in here.-

TEREZI: =she can smell her own kid up there trying very hard to conceal her scent against the galvanized steel.= 

TEREZI: TH4T W4S 3X4CTLY MY 1NT3NTION =dragon blars= 

TEREZI: OH W41T NO 1TS MOR3 L1K3 =wolf howls= 

TEREZI: N4H, TH3 D1SC1PL3 1S 4 C4T TH3M3D, 1SNT SH3? =mountain lion scream= TEREZI: =nods to the mug= TH3YR3 M4K1NG COFF33 OR4NG3 FL4VOR3D NOW?

SILEAS: -Terezi proves herself to be more impressive each and every day. Sileas turns his head up to howl with her.- Owooooooo!! 

SIGNLESS: -He smirks some, amused by her attempts.- Yeah, thats pretty close... Hmn?- Oh. -Kasvik looked down at his drink in confusion at her question at first but now he soft chuckles.- No uh, its just the cup. Its easier then regular cups to hold because of the handle see? And the juice is pretty great, and not something I  have had the pleasure of having much in the past, not that I dont like coffee but I have a different habit with the beans instead of-- -Jeez he's rambling, reel it in Kas.- 

 SIGNLESS: I'm uh, over explaining it. Sorry, hah...

TEREZI: H3H3H3 GR34T 4WOOO!! =uh oh, she hopes that Sileas wont be awooing into eternity. Kasvik doesn't look tlike he can hold out much longer= 

TEREZI: =In her time of...being quiet - yeah, she'll call it that - Terezi learned much value in listening and found she was smiling.= N4H, DONT 4POLOG1Z3 >:] 

TEREZI: MUGS PR3V3NT DROPP4G3, JU1C3 W4S 4 R4R3 COMMOD1TY, 4ND COFF33 C4N B3 4DD1CT1V3!

SIGNLESS: -He appreciates her thoughtfulness.- Yes, all of that is very much true. 

SILEAS: -Hes happily still making smaller awoos and yips, having a joyful time. Although, he is starting to pick up another familiar smell drifting in from the air vents.- 

SILEAS: -Sniff sniff.-

SIRIUS: =troll jesus christ she's gonna die. oh speak of the jesus, he's here to watch her demise!= 

SIRIUS: =proceeds forward very slowly, intent on getting tfo of this crazy place. Maybe run back to the coon and pretend she was always there.= 

TEREZI: =pats Sileas to go forth, also sniffing to indiciate "she's HERE." lucky hunting!! Turning to Kasvik, she rose to her feet and brushed off her knees.= W3LL WH4T 4BOUT YOU? WH4TS GOT YOU UP SO L4T3? =she has guesses, of course= 4ND 4LL...WOOZY LOOK1N?

SILEAS: -Well now he can hear AND smell her. SIrius he is quietly on your trail, sniffing her out all the way to a vent grate himself.- 

SIGNLESS: Do I really look that bad? -Small sigh and a shrug with yet another exhausted smile.- My shift started early today, concluded with me checking in on a close friend of mine to be certain that he is continuing to complete important tasks like eating and sleeping, and Sileas slept through the near entirety of the solar cycle and is convinced it is tomorrow. In fact he has said "Good morning" to me a total of three times already. 

SIGNLESS: I don't have the heart to tell him the truth, and its important he gets some sort of activity so I dont want to discourage his desire to run about either.

SIRIUS: =maybe if she JUST TURNS AROUND ANGOES BACK THE WAY SHE CAME, he won't notice a thing...= 

TEREZI: Y34H, YOU K1ND4 LOOK L1K3 4 HUNDR3D SW33P OLD B34R RUG P3OPL3 H4V3 B33N TR4MPL1NG ON FOR JUST 4S LONG >:/ 

TEREZI: YOU KNOW 1F YOU CONT1NU3 TH1S ROUT1N3, S1L14SLL 'GOOD MORN1NG' 4T TH1S T1M3 FOR /Y34RS/ 

TEREZI: HOWS YOUR FR13ND DO1NG, BY TH3 W4Y?

SILEAS: -Nope, too late he knows you are there. However he has no idea how to grate works, or even what it exactly is and places his hands on it, patting it occasionally.- Hello? You in there? Hidin'? 

SIGNLESS: He is as good as I think he can be. Mikkev has been through a lot, but hes making progress. SIGNLESS: As for Sileas, I'll inform him sometime soon likely. Mostly because I dont think my physical body can endure this sort of schedule much longer.

SIGNLESS: After all, one more evening up will not kill me.

SIRIUS: =oh hi sileas. what are you doing here? nice night out, right? squeaks in surprise! It's basically a "YUP IM HERE!" as any.= 

SIRIUS: =she holds the vent too.. Holds it CLOSED! while trying to get an angle on where the adults are= ((yes)) 

SIRIUS: ((mom says its bedtime but im not tired)) 

TEREZI: HRMMM =she nervously laughs= WH4TLL ON3 MOR3 34RLY SH1FT DO TO YOU?

SILEAS: Oh hi!! -Sniffs her fingers through the vent.- You supposed to sleep?? Why this?

SIGNLESS: It will probably not end me either. -Hahah, more humor. Except no, he's used up all his excusable sick days, and James has already approached him about his lack of appearance for work before. He can't take anymore time off without it being very noticeable.-

SIRIUS: ((im a rebel)) 

SIRIUS: ((like rebels here in our home)) 

SIRIUS: ((rebels are people who dont follow the rules)) 

SIRIUS: ((hehehe)) 

TEREZI: =makes a worried friend noise= WHY 4LL TH3S3 34RLY SH1FTS?

SIGNLESS: I have been signing up for them lately. So that I have time to spend on my family. Its been a bit of a trial period to see if I find it easier to do it this way. -Also there are less people out so early.- 

SILEAS: Ohh breaking rules.... -Pauses and tilts his head in confusion.- By hiding behind wall?

TEREZI: OH 

TEREZI: TH4T 1S 4 GOOD R34SON H3H3 TEREZI: 1S 1T 34S13R? 4S1D3 FROM TH3 L1TTL3 ON3 R3V3RT1NG B4CK TO TH3 4LT3RN14N SCH3DUL3?

SIRIUS: ((yes)) 

SIRIUS: ((its super eff...effe)) 

SIRIUS: ((it works super))

SIRIUS: ((grown ups cant move fast cause theyre bigger))

SIGNLESS: Its been...productive to say the least. I am not yet sure if this will become my regularly chosen schedule. 

SILEAS: Nuh uh! My mom moves real fast! she is everywhere all times.

SIRIUS: =glances worriedly over to kasvik and terezi= ((is your mom real fast all times all day)) =?= 

TEREZI: W3LL, H3R3S HOP1NG 1T WORKS! JUST DONT RUN YOURS3LF R4GG3D TO 4NOTH3R B4J1LL1ON SW33P SL33P

SIGNLESS: Hah, thats a good one. -Sips orange juice. Boy he is not good at social interactions today.- 

SILEAS: -Nods a lot.- Oh yeah! Oh yes!! Very fast very SNEAKY! She is a good. -Thats it. Just good at everything. A good.-

SIRIUS: =things hard for a moment= ((then when does she sleep)) 

TEREZI: >:D 1 KNOW! TEREZI: H3Y YOU KNOW WH4T? H4V3 YOU TR13D SL33P1NG 1N TH3 VR ROOM? TH3R3S TONS OF D1FF3R3NT PL4C3S YOU C4N S3T 

TEREZI: YOU JUST GOTT4 M4K3 SUR3 TO S3T 1T ON C4SU4L TEREZI: 4ND NOT 4DV3NTUR3 MOD3 

TEREZI: OR SURV1V4L TEREZI: D3P3NDS ON YOUR 1D34 OF FUN THOUGH! H3H3H3H3 TEREZI: 1TS 4 FUN TH1NG TO DO W1TH TH3 F4M, =leans back against one of the tables= 4ND 1TS N1C3 TO G3T 4W4Y FROM TH1NGS FOR 4 B1T

SILEAS: -Gets all serious and lowers his voice a little.- Never...

SIGNLESS: -He could fake travel all he wanted but he can never escape his own overly insane and dangerous memories.- That sounds pretty nice. I will certainly consider trying it, thank you for the recommendation.

SIRIUS: =Also gets a serious face= 

SIRIUS: ((mom sleeps with her eyes open)) 

SIRIUS: ((and sometimes i cant tell if shes asleep or not)) 

TEREZI: Y34H, NO PROB! >:] 

TEREZI: BR1NG P1LLOWS 4ND BL4NK3TS THOUGH UNL3SS YOU W4NN4 GO FULL C4MP3R 4ND SL33P ON TH3 COLD H4RD GROUND

SIGNLESS: That would not be the first time I've done such a thing. but yes I agree likely pillows will make the whole experience much more comfortable. 

SILEAS: She is probably not. moms do not sleep. they are always ready.

TEREZI: M3 N31TH3R =though at the time she was in so much pain, a rock poking into her back was basically a floor of feathers.= THOUGH NOW W3 H4V3 TH4T LUXURY! 

TEREZI: HMM...1 WOND3R 1F 1TS POSS1BL3 TO PROGR4M TH3 GR4SS TO B3 3XTR4 SOFT =like smuppets= 

SIRIUS: ((sillys...)) 

SIRIUS: ((do you think well be that powerful when were grown ups))

SILEAS: -He settles into thought at that question, frowning with concentration.-............ 

SIGNLESS: That would be rather incredible, but frankly I am no longer surprised by the endless possibilities of modern day technology. There seems to be hardly an end to what it is able to do. 

SILEAS: -Finally responds after he is done thinking.- Yes.... I think so.

TEREZI: TH3 3NDL3SS POSS1B1L1T13S FROM MOD3RN D4Y D1RK! =laughs= RUMOR H4S 1T H3 M4D3 TH3 ROOM FROM SCR4TCH 4ND H1S OWN BR41N C3LLS 

TEREZI: TH3Y S4Y H3 W4S S3NT 1NTO TH3 W1LD3RN3SS W1TH 4 POCK3T KN1F3 4ND 4 Q-T1P 4ND H3 BU1LT 4 SHOPP1NG M4LL 

SIRIUS: ((....wow....)) 

SIRIUS: ((that means we wont ever have a bedtime)) 

SIRIUS: ((we wont ever need sleep either))

[arcadiantroubadour]

SUMMONER: =Just chillin' in the bathroom with a towel around his shoulders. The three red streaks in his hair appears to have been lathered in fresh dye and he's just waiting around to wash it out. Sits on the edge of the tub with a portable gaming device, humming to himself along with the in-game background music.=

SIGNLESS: =Kasvik wasn't always the best at knocking and since he didn't hear the noise of the shower head or a flushing toilet, he was going to assume it was find to head into the bathroom and grab his fang paste to brush up, along with other daily cleaning rituals. However when he enters Signless discovers the room is not empty and instead occupied by his neighbor Rhodri Nitram! .... And the troll had.... Red goo in his hair?= 

SIGNLESS: =blinks at him, his own towel still thrown over one of his shoulders= Are you dying your hair?

SUMMONER: =He looks up when the door opens, turning the volume down a little bit on his game. Smiles at Kasvik.= sure am, 

 SUMMONER: looks l1ke hell when 1t gets all faded, 

 SUMMONER: =Stands from the tub.= sorry, d1d you need the bathroom? 1 can wa1t around somewhere else,

SIGNLESS: Well I mean, unless you don't mind me just brushing my teeth in front of you. =he shrugs.= 

SIGNLESS: I can imagine that dye might be hard to get out if it gets anywhere in your block.

SUMMONER: 1 th1nk watch1ng someone deal1ng w1th the1r dental hyg1ene 1s someth1ng 1 can handle, =Snorts with a smile and plops back down on the edge of the tub.= 

SUMMONER: and 1t's not so bad 1f you know how to get 1t out, but 1t's a hassle, 

 SUMMONER: not as bad when you don't have so long ha1r though,

SIGNLESS: -with that settled he's heading over to the sink, and rummaging through his and disciples half of the cabinets until he locates the toothbrush and paste.- How often do you end up dying it? Your hair that is. 

SIGNLESS: -the tooth brush is primed and ready and he sticks it into his mouth to start scrubbing-

SUMMONER: =Shrugs one shoulder.= depends, somet1mes 1t washes out faster depend1ng on what k1nd of weather and sh1t 1'm 1n, but 1 l1ke to do 1t pretty frequently, 

SUMMONER: you should try 1t somet1me, 1'm sure you'd rock the look,

SIGNLESS: -He snorts around the brush and then finishes both scrubbing and rinsing before turning to talk at him again- 

SIGNLESS: Dying it red or in general? 

SIGNLESS: Because I've already once had it bleached out white.

SUMMONER: =Snorts, then looks up from his game with a grin.= ser1ously? that's qu1te the dramat1c 1mage change there kas, 

 SUMMONER: 1 hope you took p1ctures, 

 SUMMONER: please tell me you took p1ctures,

SIGNLESS: -shakes his head- Of course not, no. It happened pretty early on in my friendship with the Orphaner. In fact I don't even really remember if we were "friends" at that point yet.  I passed out stone cold drunk and at the time we were having some sort of feud or fight about something probably fairly ridiculous and he bleached it white without my knowledge. 

 SIGNLESS: -shrugs- Don't ask me how I never woke up during the process.

SUMMONER: =His expression sours considerably at the mention of the fish, especially that he's reminded of Arissa in the same instance. Looks down to his game again to hide the fact.= 

SUMMONER: =Long whistle.= sounds l1ke a pretty w1ld t1me, f1gure that's just what happens when you get smashed w1th h1ghbloods, 

SUMMONER: all k1nd of stup1d shenan1gans l1ke that,

SUMMONER: 1'm sure you looked cool as fuck anyways though,

SIGNLESS: I'm fairly certain that is what happens when you get smashed with anyone hahah. 

 SIGNLESS: But yes perhaps I did look cool. Who knows. I am unsure if I would ever try it again though.

SUMMONER: =Chuckles and shrugs one shoulder.= yeah maybe, 

SUMMONER: you could always just try a w1g to check how you'd look, just exper1ment and see what you m1ght d1g,

SIGNLESS: -He's capping the paste and putting that and the tooth brush back- Yeah I guess I could do that. 

 SIGNLESS: Would have to get a wig for that though.

SUMMONER: you sound so very enthus1ast1c, =He laughs, looking up to grin at him in the mirror.= 

 SUMMONER: =Wink.= 1've got you covered on that front, 

 SUMMONER: have more than enough ol' stage props and sh1t ly1ng about,

SIGNLESS: -raises a brow- Oh really? 

SIGNLESS: Are you telling me you have worn a white wig then?

SUMMONER: sure have, 

 SUMMONER: worn all k1nds of w1gs really, somet1mes for mus1c v1deos or just to walk around unnot1ced, 

 SUMMONER: the streaks are one of the less crazy 'dos 1've had for sure,

SIGNLESS: The streaks are less crazy??

 SIGNLESS: Rhodri I am really starting to question what you consider as extreme fashion now. 

 SIGNLESS: What is the craziest thing you have worn???

SUMMONER: =Looks amused.= dunno 1f you've not1ced but 1'm not the only guy runn1ng around w1th streaks around here, so yeah, def1n1tely less crazy,

 SUMMONER: =Scratches his cheek as he thinks, then shrugs.= th1nk 1t's more about what 1 haven't worn really, 

SUMMONER: been 1n all k1nds of un1forms and costumes, and-- oh, no 1 know, 1 def1n1tely know the craz1est th1ng,

SIGNLESS: -He is turning around fully now, leaning himself back against the sink counter, and folding his arms over his chest with quite the amused expression about all of this.- 

SIGNLESS: You know, huh? Well fuck now I kind of want to see this "craziest thing."

SUMMONER: =Looks up at Kasvik with an expression full of mischief.= 

SUMMONER: =Grins broad.= you sure? 1t's pretty fuck1ng w1ld, absolutely the most r1d1culous th1ng 1've ever worn, or anyone poss1bly can really,

SIGNLESS: -Holds one hand up to stop him.- Rhodri Nitram, you have now just brought me to the level of dying to know. Curiosity slaughtered the meowbeast, but consider me very intrigued.

SIGNLESS: -He grins.- You must show me.

SUMMONER: =His eyes are positively glinting from his mischievous smile.= SUMMONER: a1ght man, probably have the getup somewhere, =Gets up from his spot on the tub.= SUMMONER: you just wa1t here kas, 1'll be back 1n a j1ffy,

SIGNLESS: Alright, I will remain here. This is something I can certainly do. -Because he needs to finish washing his face and taming his messy hair anyways.- SIGNLESS: -He is honestly kind of looking forward to his friends return.-

SUMMONER: =Okay, so maybe a costume change wasn't the brightest idea when he's dying his hair. Luckily this wasn't a costume that required anything over his head.= SUMMONER: =It takes a few minutes, then the door to the bathroom slowly cracks open...= SUMMONER: =Puts his leggy out the door first. And that red line running up the side of the black pants sure would look familiar to this Vantas.= SUMMONER: =Emerges from the door, a hand to his chest and a shit eating grin on his face. YEP. He sure is wearing a pair of those RIGHTEOUS LEGGINGS. He even has a grey cape.= hello my ch1ld, =He's trying so hard not to laugh.= have you heard about our lord and sav1or, SUMMONER: me?

SIGNLESS: -He had finished up his routine and was perched sitting cross legged on the bathroom counter, tapping away at some game app on his phone when the door opens a crack and gets his attention.- SIGNLESS: -And then Rhodri came through dressed liked a huge DORKLORD.- SIGNLESS: -He has the blankest stare that has ever been stared. This is no matching this expression he has.- SIGNLESS: .................................. SIGNLESS: You are shitting me. SIGNLESS: Oh. SIGNLESS: My god.

SUMMONER: =Gasps softly and clasps his hands together.= my ch1ld, such language, SUMMONER: =Closes his eyes with a sad sigh.= 1 see that there are many who have strayed from the l1ght, but fear not, for 1 am here to gu1de you all, =Approaching Kasvik and clasps his hands in his own.= SUMMONER: there 1s st1ll hope for you too, =TEARFUL GAZE INTO HIS EYES.= SUMMONER: =Tears from his suppressed laughter. The corners of his mouth are twitching so bad:=

SIGNLESS: -He is trying so hard not to laugh fuck you. Kasvik is pulling his hands out of this impostor of himself- Rhodri I'm going to kick your ass oh my god. SIGNLESS: I never talked like that-- okay yeah maybe I did for like a MONTH but holy shit no fuck you. -SHIT HES GRINNING. Damn you smile for betraying him. He is just going to have to make Rhodri suffer for it by squishing the guys cheeks to give him guppy lips.- Get out of here!! SIGNLESS: Your horns aren't even accurate!

SUMMONER: =When his cheeks are squished he puts a hand to his forehead, letting out a sound of anguish then spinning away from him dramatically. Falls back against the bathroom wall, a hand on his cheek and looking TEARFUL at Kasvik still.= aaa,,, SUMMONER: resort1ng to such lengths, v1olence,  SUMMONER: =SNIFFLES and looks away.= harsh words and such-- such,,, bARBAR1SM,  SUMMONER: 1 cannot stand 1t, no, 1 feel myself grow weak 1n the knees just as we speak,,, =Dramatically turns to face the wall. Casually puts his ankle on the side of the tub, then LEANS BACK with a hand on his forehead. Butt poses with his leggy out, eyes shut.= how can there ever be hope for the troll race, w1th such f1ends walk1ng among us?

SIGNLESS: This is fucking slander.  SIGNLESS: I am so offended right now, my ass looks so much better then that. -And now he is hoping to his feet just so he can put one of those to use and "Gently" boot Rhodri right in the ass.- SIGNLESS: -HE SAID HE WOULD KICK IT, HE HAS.-

SUMMONER: =His buns! He saw it coming honestly, and thus prepared himself. He lets out a extremely over acted moan as the foot hit his butt, turning to Kasvik. If he could blushu on command then he would.= SUMMONER: ah,  SUMMONER: what 1s th1s feel1ng, SUMMONER: am 1 so eas1ly to turn to the path of deprav1ty??? =Waggles butt at Kasvik, he's not able to keep from cracking up now and is snkring and wheezing so much.=  SUMMONER: snnrrrk,,, pun1sh me aga1n daddy, =WHEEZES SO HARD. There's tears in his eyes.=

SIGNLESS: -That is... hoLY FUCK NO!! EUGH!! So much EUGH is in his expression right now. And also blush. He is flushing with embarrassment while also looking disgusted.-  SIGNLESS: Fuck it, we are done. Friendship over. SIGNLESS: This is the end of us, being friends. Forever.  SIGNLESS: Don't come near me or my son ever again.

SUMMONER: =Okay, this is it. Rhodri bursts into a wheezing fit of laughter, leg moving away from the tub and back to the floor. He supports himself on the wall.= SUMMONER: hhhahhhahaha!  SUMMONER: =WHEEZE.= SUMMONER: ehehehe, hhhow cruellll you are, ohhahaha, oh nooo, SUMMONER: you are so qu1ck to, =Wheeze laugh, snrking.= use me for your own pleasures, then throhhhohoh, thROW ME AWAY!

SIGNLESS: HRGHHH!! -He cant even face him he needs to turn away as he threads his fingers through his own thick hair.-

SUMMONER: =There's definite little trinkles of bronze tears running down his cheeks. He can't fucking handle this. He's laughing and wheezing, staggering over to Kasvik to drape himself over him from behind.= 

SUMMONER: =Dramatic sniffle of tears.= after all we've been thrrroughhhhuhuh,,,  SUMMONER: 1 thought we had, someth1ng spec1al, =Puts a hand to Kasvik's cheek.=

SIGNLESS: -EW ITS ON HIS BACK GET IT OFF- SIGNLESS: NOOO! -He attempts to shake the guy off but a hand is on his cheek and it BURNS.- SIGNLESS: What kind of self-cest bullshit is this???! -Bats wildly at the hand to get it off.-

SUMMONER: =He's too laughy to fight him and simply backs off as he starts shaking and batting about.= SUMMONER: =Wheezes softly and wipes the corners of his eyes.= the k1nd that 1s, very emot1onally destruct1ve, SUMMONER: 1 never thought you were the k1nd of guy that d1d the touch and go,  SUMMONER: heartless as fuck kas, dammmnnn,  SUMMONER: yao1 them and leave them, =Another wheezing fit of laughter. It's really dorky. This is all really dorky.=

SIGNLESS: -This is EMBARRASSING is what it is, and honestly Kasvik's face is pretty red, and this whole thing was teetering dangerously on the edge of not really being funny at all because kind of the last thing he wanted to think about was his past after everything that has happened. But he can't fault Rhodri for any of that..- SIGNLESS: Hah hah hah, yeah I guess I'm just a player. Or a tramp depending on which one of "Me" -gestures between the two of them.- We are talking about here.

SUMMONER: =His laughter is slowly dying down again, though there's a whole lot of wheezing happening. More wiping at his eyes. He's grinning so wide, clearly having a pretty good time himself. This was fun. He could just be a dork around Kasvik, which was surreal in one way, and comforting in another.= SUMMONER: 1'd settle for lovable hobo really,

SIGNLESS: Heh. Yeah... -Honestly by now his smile is forced, but probably Rhodri can't tell because Signless still has his back to him and all that.- SIGNLESS: Anyways.  SIGNLESS: Yeah you are right, that is the most outlandish get up I've ever seen. SIGNLESS: You look like a right tool. SIGNLESS: Heh...

SUMMONER: =What remaining laughter that was still in him dries up fairly quick from the weird vibe Kasvik is giving him right now. Shit. Maybe he went a little too far.= SUMMONER: nah,  SUMMONER: 1 wouldn't say tool, SUMMONER: well, the portrayal 1 gave just now 1s pretty tooly, so you'd be r1ght on the money about that,

SIGNLESS: True. SIGNLESS: -Hes just going to start grabbing his towel and comb and tuck those into his sylladex.-  SIGNLESS: Still though, good routine, you should be a comedian.

SUMMONER: =Laughter is the last thing he'd want right now, and he now feels gross for doing it in the first place. His expression far from as jovial as before.= kas, SUMMONER: =Walks to him to put a hand on his shoulder.= you okay? 1 was just mess1ng around, 1'm sorry 1f 1 went too far,

SIGNLESS: -He looks at the hand on his shoulder, and then up at Rhodri, by now his face is pretty solemn.- Sorry. Yeah I'm fine.  SIGNLESS: -Kasvik looks up and down his friend again, taking in the ridiculous but near disturbingly accurate costume, and then sighs before moving a hand to rub the back of his neck.- Its just uh.... SIGNLESS: Fuck. Its not you, you were great, that was awesome. Promise. SIGNLESS: I just... have a lot of trouble being reminded about back then. SIGNLESS: And not think of her. - Does he even need to specify who?-

SUMMONER: =The hand on his shoulder tightens in a reasurring grip, then a little rub.= don't apolog1ze man, you don't apolog1ze for your feel1ngs, SUMMONER: =The explaination makes him feel sick. Sick with himself. Fucking shit. He should have known better. The stupid costume now feels like it's burning his skin, his stomach a black hole. Still he gives Kasvik a crooked little smile.= 1 understand, 1 also-- =He stops himself, trailing off. Didn't matter about him right now, or any other time. How his insides would churn whenever he saw anything that reminded him of Granny, of The Dolorosa, of Karkat and everyone else that was gone.= SUMMONER: 1 should have known better honestly, 1'm really sorry,'

SIGNLESS: -He shakes his head and moves his hand to cover the one on his shoulder.- SIGNLESS: No don't apologize. We were just being dumb and having a good laugh, its not your fault. SIGNLESS: Hell, I shouldn't even let something like that get to me after all this time... SIGNLESS: Kind of a weird thing to do. SIGNLESS: -He takes in a shaky breath, but then hes pulling himself back together with another deep one, and hes got it.- SIGNLESS: Anyways.... SIGNLESS: You look good in leggings, you should wear them more often

SUMMONER: kas, don't talk l1ke that, 

SUMMONER: l1ke you "shouldn't" let someth1ng get to you, 1t's your emot1ons, those happen, and that's okay and how 1t 1s, 

SUMMONER: you can't stop yourself from hav1ng emot1ons, or hav1ng react1ons to 1t, 

SUMMONER: just s1tt1ng around and th1nk1ng about how you "shouldn't" feel a certa1n way 1s just go1ng to keep you back from process1ng 1t, 

SUMMONER: =Squeezes his shoulder again, and tries to turn him a bit towards him so he can give him a reassuring smile. Trying to ignore the voice in the back of his head yelling about how much of a fucking hypocrite he is.= keep you from mov1ng forward, 

SUMMONER: =Laughs faintly.= and yeah, for you maybe, =Winks.=

SIGNLESS: -He slowly turns with him, and the expression he has on his face is a slightly tired smile. Not fake at all, but also not as big as the grin earlier.-

SIGNLESS: -And he does actually chuckle when Rhodri winks at him and jokingly gives the taller troll a friendly elbow to the side.- Just for me? Well I feel special now.

SUMMONER: you should be, not many people that get pr1vate sess1ons to scope out my fun lumps, =Smiles crookedly and rubs Kas' shoulder.= 

SUMMONER: you'll be okay, 

SUMMONER: everyth1ng w1ll be, SUMMONER: 1t just takes t1me,

SIGNLESS: -He nods.- Thanks. For both your fun lumps and the kind words. 

SIGNLESS: -He still feels bad for ruining their funtimes though. He may be allowed to feel what he does but its always the worst when it affects others around him negatively.-

SUMMONER: =Grins.= anyt1me kas, 

SUMMONER: =Moves his hand away. It was kind of surreal standing here giving comfort to the one whose teachings and lessons had been his only comfort up through his life. Weird...= 

SUMMONER: 1'm go1ng to change out of th1s sh1t, but maybe you'd be up for hang1ng out? just gotta wash the dye out too and 1'd be ready to present you w1th the company of my lumps,

SIGNLESS: -He was kind of just as surreal (Well maybe a little less so) to be comforted by someone dressed up in a super accurate version of yourself from what felt like a lifetime ago.- 

SIGNLESS: Yes, I actually would be up for that. -He offers Rhodri another smile, this one far more sincere then the last.- And getting back to the beginnings of this talk, if you have that white wig then I can probably even try that on for you, heh.

SUMMONER: a1ght, then 1'll be qu1ck about 1t, can't wa1t to see you get all broody an1me protagon1st on me, =Small laugh.= 

SUMMONER: catch you 1n a few kas, =And there he goes.=

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📱 [Signless Mindfang Roxanne]

SIGNLESS:[ KASVVIK. ARE YE AWWAKE? IF SO THEN GO THE FUCK TA SLEEP. WWE BOTH KNOWW OL’ FOLK LIKE YE NEED TA GET YER REST.LYIN’ AWWAKE THINKIN’ ABOUT SHIT UP AND DOWWN AND BACK AGAIN UNTIL YER FEELIN’ SICK ISN’T GOIN�� TA CHANGE ANYTHIN’.WWELL OTHER THAN THE PREVVIOUSLY MENTIONED NAUSEA. BUT IF YER ALREADY AT THAT POINT, THEN LET ME KNOWW.WWE CAN GO FOR A WWALK UNTIL YER FEELIN’ LESS… LIKE THAT.REST WWELL. ]MINDFANG: 

[ I HAPPENED TA GET MY EYES FULLA ONE A THOSE WWRETCHED EIGHT LEGGED CREATURES JUST NOWW, AN’ IT MADE ME THINK A YE.MUST HAVVE BEEN THE HAIRY LEGS. OR HOWW IT KEPT HANGIN’ ANNOYIN’LY JUST IN THE CORNER A MY VVISION. EITHER WWAY. LETTIN’ YE KNOWW THAT I’M THINKIN’ A YE. (P.S. I KILLED IT.) ]ROXANNE:[ I FOUND ONE A RUSSET’S TOYS LODGED BETWWEEN MY COUCH CUSHIONS. YE MUSTA DROPPED IT LAST TIME YE BOTH WWERE OVVER. ARE YE AWWAKE? I’M COMIN’ ON OVVER WWITH IT. IT’S CLUTTERIN’ UP MY BLOCK.AN’ I’M SURE SHE MISSES IT. ]

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📱 [Signless]

Signless:

Ugh why are you the WORST.

II know you’re 200% asleep because you’re not a fuckIIng IInsomnIIac basshole lIIke some people we know (me) but II’m lIIke straddlIIng the lIIne between manIIc and depressed and maybe for some that’d just even out to normal but apparently not haha pans amIIrIIte. 

II dunno. II mIIss how thIIngs were. Before. II mIIss everyone beIIng together, even though II always felt a lIIttle left out. II mIIss not flIInchIIng when people touch me. II dIIdn’t even realIIze you know lIIke wow love your bodIIly autonomy whIIle you have IIt bc you never know when IIt’s gonna go out the porthole. 

ThIIs IIs stupIId and shIItty II’m not tryIIng to guIIlt you or anyfIIn. II just can’t say any of this shIIt usually. 

II mIIss her two.

Holy FUCK thIIs was a bad IIdea. Delete wIIthout readIIng, do not pass Go, do not collect 200 dollars. Sorry.

[academic-geniality]

-- ironInfidelity [II] began messaging academicGeniality [AG] at 22:13 --

II: Well, I certainly should be embaressed about this, I don't think we have spoken in actual months.

II: I'm terribly sorry about that.

II: How have you been, Aranea?

AG: Kasvik! Oh my goodness. I didn't think I would hear from you again, honestly...!

AG: 8ut I'm so happy that I am!

AG: I've 8een... fair! I can't complain too much, I suppose.

II: I apologize that my lack of activity in your direction made you think so. I'd like to say that for the most part my absence was beyond my control but, well, I can only blame being unconsious for so much hahah.

AG: Oh yes. I heard a8out that... I'm glad that things didn't take a turn for the worse. How awful that must have 8een for you! Waking up so much l8ter, to so much 8ad news...

AG: It's wonderful that you're doing well now.

AG: And I can understand if you've 8een 8usy! Or simply... didn't wish to speak with me. I can't 8egrudge you for it.

II: Aranea there would never be any reason for me not to want to speak to you!

II: I will say that yes, it wasn't a very nice wakeup to find out about the return of the Empress, or that so much time had passed.

II: But it had nothing to do with me not wanting to speak with you, I've just been a bit scatter brained since.

II: Watching after a wriggler, even with help, is quite the challange. I have no idea how my own mother was able to handle it on her own.

AG: ... Huh. Really. Hmm.

AG: Oh! You've taken in one of the gru8s, as well? I had no idea. There are so many familial units running a8out these days... I can hardly keep the young str8.

II: Hahah, well, technically I wasn't the one to do the original taking, but yes I have! And it really is interesting to see so many wrigglers about and how everyone seems to be getting along, considering the circumstances in which they were found.

II: Actually I am extremely overjoyed about it all!

AG: Ah, yes... It's certainly a new experience. I can't say I've ever really 8een around children 8efore.

AG: Not that I interact with many of the wrigglers...

II: Neither have I, this is quite the new experience.

II: I dont entirely blame you for being timid of them. Wriglers, I am quickly learning, can be very boisterous.

AG: I would assume so! They would have the instincts to 8e particularly vicious, wouldn't they?

II: So it would seem! Although Sileas does happen to be set off a bit more easily then the others from what I have noticed. But I believe that most likely might just be confusion due to his vission problems.

AG: Oh dear. What sort of vision pro8lems? Is he 8lind?

II: Unfortunatly yes. We were hoping that perhaps his pupation would remedy some of his eyesight issues, but it seems that was not the case.

AG: How unfortun8. Poor little fellow. ::::(

II: He seems to be functioning alright by mostly relying on smell and guidence from others, but we already have plans underway to teach him how to focus his sense of smell to help him navigate around on his own.

AG: Oh, I see! Like Terezi Pyrope?

II: Yes entirely like her! In fact she is the one who is teaching Sileas. Or rather she will be once his language skills have developed a bit more.

AG: He couldn't 8e in 8etter hands, in that case. I'm sure he'll learn a gr8 deal from her. ::::)

II: So do I! The two of them seem to be getting along well. He gets rather excited whenever he knows Terezi is about, and for the life of him wont give up this odd little seed she gave him.

AG: A seed? What kind of seed?

AG: That all sounds adora8le, 8y the way!

II: I'm not sure, its just a slightly large seed, nothing bigger then about an inch. Perhaps belonging to a type of tree?

II: She gave it to him after they spent several minutes smelling the couch.

AG: I see...

AG: Interesting. I may have to inquire a8out the history of this seed.

II: Hm? How come? I am pretty sure it is just some seed.

AG: 8ut what if it isn't? What if there's an interesting story 8ehind it?

II: If there was an interesting story I don't know why she would just give it away to a wriggler who will probably lose it in another week.

II: But you are free to ask Terezi about it.

AG: I will! ::::)

II: Let me know if it is anything interesting! I would probably try to give it back to her if it has an value to her. That is if Sileas ever forgets the damn thing, hahah.

AG: Well, if anything, it's clearly an o8ject of sentiment for Sileas now.

AG: 8ut if I may change the su8ject, I've 8een wondering a8out your opinion on something.

AG: That something 8eing current affairs and political issues. Do you mind telling me what you think of the state of things?

II: I think that we are for the time being, and please excuse my language here but, royaly fucked. This war is certainly stirring up more trouble then it could posibily hope to resolve.

II: And now my own planet has been dragged into it, against my advisement because I happened to go into a coma, and the rest of the ambassadors who had any sense couldn't get in contact planet side.

AG: It is certainly a tricky situ8tion. Is there anything you feel like you can do from our current position? Anything you want to do?

II: There is plenty I want to do, but not much we can do. Other then drift around until we figure out some way to no longer be considered criminals.

II: Just like the good old days.

II: Which were not so much good, but life threatening day to day existences with the occasional light bout of humor and genuine happiness shared between friends.

AG: Oh, hmm... That isn't what I was expecting to hear, actually! Don't you wish to take action? Surely there must 8e something that can 8e done.

II: What action is there even to take? And why do so many people assume I have the faintest idea what to do. Its as if everyone thinks I have some unknown knowlege about how to navigate this mess.

AG: It's not that. I just...

AG: I was just such a 8ig fan of your work. Your teachings, everything you stood for during your time on Alternia!

AG: I suppose I wanted to see you fight the good fight first hand.

II: Well the first thing wrong there is I never did any fighting. Not intentionally anways. Also that was quite literally hundreds of years ago in a world that really no longer exists. And my tactics were to survive by traveling constantly, even during the scortch of the day at times, and staying away from most constructs of civilizations.

II: The situation in which you are asking me to fight for have nothing to do with my methods when I was still on Alternia. I worked for a greater goal, not a resolve to my own issues.

II: I never expected to live long enough to stop being considered a criminal.

II: My hopes of a good end was to by some miracle die of an old age, after which my followers would continue my message of peace.

II: I know how to survive and I know how to teach. But my teachings are outdated, my ideals no longer hold the same radical notion they once did, and my methods of survival?

II: They are useless in a situation where I can't use the scorn of the Alternian sun to avoid enemies.

II: We are in a hunk of metal traveling through space, and our only option is to avade detection. There is nothing to fight.

II: And of course I should have really just seen this all coming.

II: After all the chances of me ever having a peaceful life with the ones I love was never an option.

II: So all of this? This is just one more chapter to add to the long list of endless shit I've had to deal with because of some high and mighty sea witch with an issue with my god damn cellular makeup.

II: But. Sorry. I went off there.

II: That was going to far.

II: I apologize, Aranea.

II: Its just. . .Very frustrating. All of this.

AG: I see.

AG: I simply thought you would perhaps have stronger feelings a8out the gr8ter sociopolitical standings in our universe today. What with the Empress' return, and what not. I suppose I misjudged our situ8tion as an opportunity to stand up against injustices alongside the re8ellion.

AG: 8ut how could anyone 8lame you for your pursuit of a simpler life? An easier one. I certainly understand!

II: Its not the same thing I spoke for. This was never my war, and I never wanted it to be, Aranea. I have no desire to keep fighting this. I never really. . .hated the Empress I suppose. Just the system she enforced. Fuck the system WE enforced. I never blamed one troll for the problem of the hemospectrum because it was the fault of our whole species that it had such a grip on everything we knew. Ara

II: nea the war that is taking place now is not fought for the rights of anyone. Its a petty fight over hurt feelings and boiling rivalries. I don't want to see any side fall, because it only means loss.

II: If I were to fight this, what is happening to us. I'm not fighting for my cause all those sweeps ago. I would be fighting against one troll. I don't want to fight, I know I will have to, to survive and keep my loved ones and friends safe.

II: But I don't want to.

AG: It is unfortun8, isn't it? That we find ourselves in situ8tions we never asked for.

AG: I don't think it's all that simple, though. I think there is more aw8ting us on the horizon. Not just this crew, 8ut everyone. Why would a re8ellion 8e put in place if there wasn't something grander to fight for?

AG: 8ut as I said, it doesn't have to 8e your place to fight that particular fight.

AG: However, know that I do. I want to make a change. I want to do something important. And that desire was largely inspired 8y what I read of your endeavors!

AG: I'm not sure why I'm telling you all this... 8ut I feel like you ought to know.

AG: Perhaps I should drop it for now and leave you 8e. I'd rather not upset you further.

II: I would appreciate it. I'm sorry but I just feel uncomfortable talking about all of this.

II: Its rediculous, I know.

II: But its just something that I am not comfortable dwelling to much on.

II: There are other things for me to think about.

II: More important tasks to focus on.

II: I'm sorry its not exactly the stirring pep talk you may have expected or desired.

II: That ability has. . .sort of left me.

AG: Don't fret! I understand.

II: I'm not sure if you do, but thank you anyway.

AG: I will leave you 8e now. I hope we can speak again soon.

AG: I'll 8ring up lighter matters next time.

II: Yes, do not be a stranger. I will talk to you later, Aranea.

-- academicGeniality [AG] stopped messaging ironInfidelity [II] at 23:06 --

[weatheringquerist-blog]

-- weatheringQuerist [WQ] began pestering ironInfidelity [II] at 22:03 --

WQ: Hello Ambassador Vantas.

II: Hello there.

II: What can I do for you?

II: Usually when someone refers to me as Ambassador it is something official or business like.

WQ: Oh, excuse me. It is only a mere habit.

WQ: I suppose, due to our situation and new roles as the galactic scapegoat, we can drop all formalities.

WQ: Hello, Signless. ^_^

II: Oh so this isn't business.

II: Well that is nice. (:B

II: To whom do I owe the pleasure of speaking with?

II: I would just look up your name, but I'm rather slow when it comes to all of this technology, so it is probably faster to just ask you instead. Hah.

WQ: Of course. Allow me to reintroduce myself. I am Qirin.

WQ: The pleasure is all mine. As with the assigned pairings for the activities in which we get to know other members of the crew, I would be honored if you would like to partake in name acronyms and/or papier-mâché.

II: Right! That ship wide bonding thing is actually a thing.

II: Well both of those things sound rather easy enough.

II: And the honor is all mine to be doing them with someone who is so pleasant and polite!

WQ: I think the bonding exercises have been most entertaining, and keeps ship morale up. Goodness knows we need it.

WQ: Very well. I believe the term on Earth that is used is: my room or yours?

II: Ah, well my block is currently grub hive central at the moment. So most likely yours might be more preferable.

II: If that is alright, I just have to drop Sileas off with another and I can be over shortly.

WQ: Of course. At your own leisure. It is good of you to have chosen to be a protector along with your quadrantmate.

II: Well it's not like I could do anything else! Heh.

II: No but yes, this experience is as rewarding as it is enlightening.

II: It has made me appreciate my own guardian very much so!

II: Alright I will head on my way then, see you shortly.

WQ: See you soon.

-- weatheringQuerist [WQ] ceased pestering ironInfidelity [II] at 22:08 --

WQ: -When Signless comes around to her block (she'd sent him her room number of course, but the mun forgot to do that), the door is already open and WQ herself can be found sitting at a table (covered with plastic, as is the surrounding floor) with all of the supplies needed for papier-mâché neatly organized. There are also two slips of paper and pencils for the name acronyms if they should also want to do that.-

SIGNLESS: -Alright, so once the grub was safely in the care of his significant other, Kasvik was on his way to Qirin's block. This walk just helped to remind him how grateful he was to have the ability to walk again. He was probably going to cherish mobility for quite some time after being bed/chair ridden for so long.-

SIGNLESS: -Once he reached what he believed to be her block (If the number was indeed correct it should be) He knocked swiftly twice and waited for a reply before he would consider entering.-

WQ: -there is a soft "Come in," which sounded similar to Troll Maleficent's own "come in" before she ambushed the Prince Phillip in Didney's An Evil Witch Curses a Wiggler Fuchsia Blooded Seadweller to Die the Dawn Before Her Ascension Ceremony Via a Primeval Spinning Machine. She is then Spirited Away to Live in a Forest for the Next Seven and a Half Sweeps Whereby She Has been Made Ignorant of the Curse and Meets Her Intended Without Knowing His True Identity. It Includes a Poly-Moirallegiance Between Three Absent-Minded Fairies, Two Matespritships, a One-Sided Kissmessissitude, Talking Wildlife, and a Conveniently Placed Weaver's Wheel.-

WQ: -However, WQ does not intend to kidnap Signless for any reason at all.-

SIGNLESS: -Well good thing he has never watched much troll Didney. Otherwise he may have been concerned by her chosen tone of voice. Ah, the perks of having a semi-damaging childhood of exile and constant relocation. Anyways in he goes!-

SIGNLESS: Sorry if I kept you waiting long, Qirin. -He steps into her block and looks at what is set up, wow shes got everything for this! Cool. He will just sit on the opposite side of the table then.-

WQ: Not at all. It gave me time to set up. -As he sits, she's quiet for a moment as she stares at the wire in front of her-

WQ: I suppose we begin by determining what we wish to create.

SIGNLESS: -He nods and then reaches to pick up some of that wire.- I guess it can be anything really. We could make something together, or even do our own individual projects. Which would you like best? -He is already starting to twist and shape the wire a bit. He did manage to form one old hobby while on the run, and that was jewelry making, so wire was a familiar craft to him (:B -

WQ: -she smiles- One massive sculpture would be an interesting project.

SIGNLESS: Well how massive are we talking here?

SIGNLESS: If its bigger then a lifesized beefgrub then we will probably be here a while.

WQ: -aw he made her laugh-

WQ: Preferably small enough to carry without difficulty and able to fit through a doorway.

[9:04:21 PM] SIGNLESS: -Oh cool he made her laugh! He is certainly happy about that. Lately he feels like a decent amount of emotions going around have been sad, worried, or anxiety. Or maybe that was just him projecting onto everyone else? Who knows-

SIGNLESS: Alright so no lifesized beef grub then.

SIGNLESS: Maybe something more along the size of a meowbeast? Those are usually an okay size for carrying and fitting through doors.

WQ: -Well, some people wonder if tomorrow's gonna be their last so laughter is essential. Good job, Kasvik!-

WQ: -She selects a wire after a little pondering (even though they all look the same) and begins to bend it in her hands.-

WQ: A meowbeast-sized sculpture is quite doable. Do you have anything in mind, Kasvik?

SIGNLESS: Hm, nothing off the top of my head, no.

SIGNLESS: Lets see. . .making a meowbeast sized meowbeast would be too simple.

SIGNLESS: Then again we don't want it to be too difficult. . .

SIGNLESS: We could make a model of the ship we are on, but that seems rather traditional to schoolfeeding projects. Or so I assume anyways.

WQ: Hm...

WQ: Perhaps we can combine the two. Much akin to the ancient human meme but with a spaceship instead of a poptart.

SIGNLESS: . . .meme?

SIGNLESS: Oh! Those weird media references. Right?

SIGNLESS: I'm aware of some of them. Like that human character Shiola buffee? Or something like that. -Man human names are so strange.- and his hobbies of saying inspirational words, and or cannibalism.

WQ: Ah, yes. The Actual Cannibal, I recall. -She's actually pulling up Nyan Cat for Signless to see. He needs to be enlightened.-

SIGNLESS: -Stares at this old ass meme that has been brought to his attention. At first he just looks confused, and then the original strangeness fades as he reminds himself that this is the future and weird things like this happen.-

SIGNLESS: -Now it is just a quirked eyebrow- So what exactly am I looking at here?

WQ: It is a feline and pastry hybrid combination. A cat-tart with the ability to breathe the airless void of space and fly with a rainbow exhaust as a side-effect.

SIGNLESS: -With that explanation now both eyebrows are raised.-

SIGNLESS: Well.

SIGNLESS: At risk of offending the larger third of Lauctis' population.

SIGNLESS: Were all ancient humans high as fuck? Or was this some common occurrence on their species' homeworld?

WQ: I will be honest with you.

WQ: The majority of these human memes make little to no sense

WQ: While it is a good conclusion that the human's processing faculties may have been compromised, I believe the true origin of the creation of these memes stem from "just because."

WQ: Perhaps asking a human about the core foundation of their traditions to meme will provide a clearer answer.

WQ: As of now, however, I am stumped. -nyan cat vid playing in the bg-

SIGNLESS: -He takes a moment to reflect on human memes and all their wonder/stupidity. How have the humans made it so far. . . Anyways now he is back to shaping wire and trying to resist tapping his foot to the beat of the music playing-

SIGNLESS: So I suppose we could make a version of that pastry creature.

WQ: It does have a certain appealing aesthetic that I can appreciate.

SIGNLESS: It also is a very basic structure, and wouldn't be too complicated to complete.

WQ: -She nods in agreement- Are we still going with the pastry body?

SIGNLESS: I'm not creative enough to come up with another theme for its abdomen, so it would see so.

SIGNLESS: -He already starts to construct the wire head frame base.-

SIGNLESS: If you would like to craft the body, I can form the head. I would like to believe that by now I have an idea on how the structure of most felines work. Pastries on the other hand are less well known to me.

WQ: All right. -She glances over at the nyan reference and begins constructing the rounded rectangles needed for this adorable abomination.-

SIGNLESS: -He's all focused on shaping this head so perfect. If he didn't then his beloved would surely hold it over his head for half a perigee. This will be the best cat head you have ever seen.-

WQ: -watches him as she tries to straighten out the wire, keeping it a 2D shape.-

WQ: That is one dashing cat head. -Even though it's still a wire frame.-

SIGNLESS: Why thank you. -He is doing his best to make it 3D as possible. The nose unfortunately looks a bit boxy, and one of the ears are crooked but sigh, what can you do right?-

SIGNLESS: -He glances up at the body in progress-

SIGNLESS: If you want to keep the wire straight, try pressing it between your thumb and both the index finger and middle finger.

SIGNLESS: If that doesn't work you may just have to make small bends at various points to keep it roughly on track.

WQ: -tries that exactly- Ah, yes. That is working much better. Thank you for the advice. -She picks up another wire to start on the other side, occasionally lifting the already finished one up to it so as to get the shapes the same size.-

WQ: Were you a sculptor, Kasvik? You seem familiar with crafting.

SIGNLESS: Hah, no, unless you count occaionally making mudbricks in wriggler hood when we were blessed with enough rain.

SIGNLESS: But making jewelry proved very much useful for both passing the time, as well as earning some form of extra money during times of financial hardship. -Which was all the freaking time, but hey, no one needs to go into every detail of their childhood.-

WQ: -raises brows- Creativity is a priceless trait to have.

WQ: -starts bending the icing shape- What type of jewelry? Beadwork? Metalwork?

SIGNLESS: -Looks up from his work again and gives her another smile- Yes, well I will agree with you there. However back then I would have traded it and more for a real job. -And then he is back to looking at his wire frame-

SIGNLESS: What I did was mostly beadwork. But when we were able to come across wire, I used to fashion it around river stones, or bits of sandslate.

SIGNLESS: It was never anything overly nice.

WQ: -Continues to pay attention to her icing rectangles.- Do you still do this?

SIGNLESS: No not anymore. I have no need to continue making them. My time is already mostly taken up by paperwork. Heh.

SIGNLESS: -He finishes up bending some whiskers and boom. The cat head is done. Kasvik holds it up for her approval.-

WQ: -she puts down her icing and takes a look at it. She is impressed.- Immaculate.

WQ: -She almost has her own rectangles done, except for another icing one.-

WQ: -She lets out a breath of air and smiles softly- I wonder, are you still receiving paperwork now that it is difficult to contact others outside the ship?

WQ: Well, not so difficult as having to possess incredible caution.

SIGNLESS: -He lets out a sigh- No I am not. In fact I haven't heard a single word from Lauctis. -He lowers the cat head and starts dipping paper into the weird paste, trying to get as little on his hands as possible.-

SIGNLESS: I guess maybe if I didn't have a grub to watch over, my time would just go back to beading.

WQ: -she goes quiet. She hasn't heard anything from Prospit, either.-

WQ: Perhaps they wish to keep you safe, and they know that their silence is the best solution.

SIGNLESS: Perhaps. . . -Except he knows that he has right to be concered because he was unable to deliever the very important ultimatim regarding their relations with Beforus before his unforseen coma.-

WQ: -she notices that dot dot dot though and tilts her head- You have done good for you planet, and you are loved. -she ties the body together with a smaller width wire, and starts dipping the paper into the gluey mixture.-

WQ: Though I must say after years of paperwork, one does get tired of becoming so intimate with their own name day after day.

WQ: -She tried to make a funny. Because all that signing? Right, SIGNless? haha...ha...-

SIGNLESS: -He chuckles at that one. Because it really is true.*-

SIGNLESS: That it is. I never thought I'd be needing to sign so many documents.

SIGNLESS: -Starts placing that glue mixture soaked paper onto the wire frame.-

SIGNLESS: Especially since I didn't really know how to until recent sweeps required me to learn.

WQ: Is that so? -places the strips carefully like bandaging a WOUND. Hey, this isn't so different from her job in the infirmary!- You are easily adaptable and your skills are manifold.

SIGNLESS: Well now it sounds like you are just trying to flatter me.

SIGNLESS: -Ew, don't imagine it like that. He thinks its more like. . .Uh. Well its not like anything he has ever enjoyed doing before, but it is nice!-

SIGNLESS: But yes, before arriving on Lauctis, I could barely write my own name, let alone read it. The symbols I recognized when grouped together. So common signs on storefronts or streets were easy for me to guess. But anything advanced and that was entirely left up to my comrades.

WQ: Were they the ones who taught you?

SIGNLESS: Hahahah, no. That was left to professional schoolfeeders of the "future." -He uses his fingers for air quotes-

SIGNLESS: Or it was the future to me at the time. Though now that is technically the past, and this is the present. Anyways, thats a bit off track, the point is Lauctis wanted to be sure their future ambassador was literate as quickly as possible.

WQ: -She listens, quite intrigued.-

WQ: I would not have guessed.

WQ: Not meant to flatter once again, but you are quite verbose.

SIGNLESS: Well speaking came easy and naturally.

SIGNLESS: My mother says I've been talking since I developed limbs. Take that with as much truth as you will though.

SIGNLESS: It was just the reading and writing part I never got around to learning.

WQ: -chuckles- Perhaps there is truth in it.

WQ: This may seem invasive, and please say so if it is, but do you feel confident in literacy now?

SIGNLESS: -He shrugs- Sometimes my spelling is off. But yes, I believe I am confident in my skills. Even when I fail I don't let it get to me, because hey, its much better then it was before.

SIGNLESS: -He also gives her a quick grin.- And don't worry. Most questions no longer seem invasive to me. When you are both a political figure, as well as an historical one, you learn to feel more comfortable about talking about your life.

SIGNLESS: -The cat head is covered with the first layer, and he is working on starting the second.- Also I will let you know if you ever do hit a touchy subject, don't worry.

WQ:  -Returns the smile because she knows how true that is. Since the poptart has a large surface area, she's only finished one side so far and turns the thing around to start on the other.-

WQ: And I shall be grateful of your pointing it out.

SIGNLESS: -A few layers later he takes a break to let the head dry a bit. Don't want to put too much wet paper on.-

SIGNLESS: How is the body coming? -Also wow he has a lot of gross glue stuff on his hands. Kasvik just very casually rubs his fingers against his thumbs to try and see if that will help remove any.-

WQ: -She glanced over to Kasvik and that is one regal cat head.-

WQ: Look. -she slowly peeled it from the plastic tablecloth and help it by the frame, lifting it and studying it to see if she missed any of the layering. Satisfied, she placed the body back down and took some of the smaller wire to make the frosting texture.-

WQ: -beaming for her paper-covered, gluey,, poptart body. Beautiful.-

SIGNLESS: -What a wonerful poptart body- I'm going to risk saying that this might just be far better then the original pixel graphic.

WQ: I will wager that you are correct, yet at the same time I am not surprised. -smiles as she adjusts the little wire sprinkles-  This is what happens when such a creation is made by two talented individuals with an eye for art and an accurate depiction of the height of human history.

SIGNLESS: Heh. Alright so now its just a matter of attaching them together. . . Here if I could see your half for just a moment.

SIGNLESS: -He is already picking up some more wire and loosely coiling it around one hand.-

WQ: -holds it out to him- Certainly.

SIGNLESS: -Takes the cat with a smile, and with a bit of weaving wires together around a neck ring, and some final strips of glue paste paper, the poptart cat is whole and glorious!-

WQ: Magnificent. ^_^

WQ: Now all it needs is to finish drying so that we may paint it.

SIGNLESS: Ah yes, the dreaded wait of drying.

SIGNLESS: We will have to pass the time somehow.

SIGNLESS: Shall we try that other activity you mentioned? Something to do with names?

WQ: Yes, name acronyms. For every letter of our name, we come up with a descriptive word which illustrates the other.

SIGNLESS: Should we use whole names or titles?

WQ: -She seems to consider this for a moment.-

WQ: Whole names, if you would like. -She says with a smile-

SIGNLESS: Very well! -He is already fishing around for dry, clean paper.-

SIGNLESS: Who should go first?

WQ: -she wipes the glue off of her hands with those wet wipes and retrieves her own pencil and paper.-

WQ: Shall we throw on it? -holds out her hand for rock-paper-scissors-

SIGNLESS: I don't see why not.

SIGNLESS: -Readies himself for it. When its time to draw, he is going to bring out scissors (:<B -

WQ: -Darn, she brings out paper-

SIGNLESS: Well it looks like I'm going first! -He picks up a pencil and sets it near the paper before him-

SIGNLESS: So, full name again?

WQ: Very well. -clears her throat- Weramiru Qirin.

SIGNLESS: . . . .-HRGHKR. That is not one he is used to spelling-

SIGNLESS: Okay. -Does his best-

SIGNLESS: Alright, so W. Lets see. . .

SIGNLESS: Wellspoken. Exceedingly so.

WQ: -She will not damn him if he doesn't know nor look down on him if he asks. Hell, not many people are privy to her first name either.-

WQ: You are too kind.

SIGNLESS: Heh. So next letter, E. For Enjoyable, as your company is so pleasant.

SIGNLESS: R is Rational.

SIGNLESS: A is Artistic, and our pastry meow beast is a great example of that.

SIGNLESS: M, Mature.

SIGNLESS: Er. . . Another E is next I believe so. .

WQ: -Aww, all these compliments make her feel warm and fuzzy inside.-

WQ: An "i." -she offers softly.-

SIGNLESS: -Shit he got it wrong. "I"- Intelligent.

SIGNLESS: R. Relatable.

SIGNLESS: U. Understanding.

SIGNLESS: Q. . . Queenly? You have a royal heir about you in a way. Is that strange to say?

WQ: -laughs softly- No, it is not. You're correct, actually. At one point I did have a life within court, but decided later on it was not for me.

WQ: I am honored you think so.

SIGNLESS: -BIG SMILES CUS HE GOT IT RIGHT- Wow, thats pretty interesting!

SIGNLESS: Okay so another I. . . hmn. Idealistic.

II R. Responsible.

SIGNLESS: Another I again, so Imaginative.

SIGNLESS: And finally, N. For nice. - (:B -

WQ: ^_^ -this face does not accurately depict hers as she's basically radiant in the afterglow of all these complements.-

WQ: -slides her own paper towards her and clears her throat, writing a 'K' on the sheet.-

WQ: K for Kindred, as you have a kindred spirit.

WQ: -Writes the rest of the word next to the K and places 'A' underneath it.-

WQ: Ancient, if I may say so without offense, hehe.

SIGNLESS: - Internally " -room on fire- . . .this is fine" face. But keeps smiling at her.- No offense felt.

SIGNLESS: -WHY IS HE SO OLD. He is only sixteen sweeps but so old all the same.-

WQ: -totally unaware of Kasvik's inner turmoil and continues with her calligraphy-like handwriting.-

WQ: S for Stalwart to your cause, your beliefs, and your family.

WQ: V, venerable. -she nods her head at him. He has earned a great deal of respect from her.-

WQ: Hm... I for Impulsive. ^_^

WQ: K... -writes- Keen. You are shown to be enthusiastic in all you participate. It is a good characteristic.

SIGNLESS: -All of these nice things being said make him feel a combination of warm fuzzy and awkward. He was never good at taking compliments. Partially because after you receive so many devoted words from people who place you on a pedestal above themselves it makes it a bit harder to take nice things said with any sincerity.-

SIGNLESS: Hahah, you certainly are flattering me, Qirin.

WQ: As I should after all the kind words you said about my person. -Smiles at him and continues writing.-

WQ: V...Verbose -he IS well-spoken after all-

WQ: A again. Amicable.

WQ: N for non-conformist, in both mindset and Alternian standards. -not that Alternian standards were any good. He is also a non-conformist in his clothing choice, but she isn't going to mention that.-

WQ: T, talented. -gestures to the drying nyan cat.-

WQ: A... -pauses to think for a moment before writing down Ambitious.-

WQ: And S.

WQ: You are quite a sincere person, Kasvik.

SIGNLESS: -All of these compliments wow, he can't take it. Well he can, but he will just laugh a bit awkwardly and shrug.-

SIGNLESS: This game certainly is designed for flattery. Or downright embarrassment if you play with the wrong people I suppose. I'm sure I know a few people who would attempt to use "Idiot" for "I" and a few other less tasteful words, hahah.

SIGNLESS: Anyways, do you think the pastry feline is done yet? -He looks over at it, with all the paper they put on it. . . it still looks a bit tacky and wet to him.-

WQ: Hm...everyone has a few negative traits I am sure, but I would not take you for an idiot.

WQ: -she glanced back over to their masterpiece and gently touched the form.- It appears that in the duration of stroking each others’ ego, it still has yet to dry. ^_^

WQ: Perhaps we should wait a cycle until it has finished so that we may paint our creation.

SIGNLESS: I think that might be for the best. I would hate to try painting it when it wasn't ready.

SIGNLESS: -Also this means they can hand out again!-

WQ: -She nodded.- That is so. I do not want to keep you if you have other things to tend to, Kasvik. When our sculpture has dried, would you like to return for the finishing touches?

SIGNLESS: I certainly would! We've done such a wonderful job, I cant imagine leaving it half finished.

SIGNLESS: -He gets up and rolls his shoulders, stretching a bit.- However I should probably return to check in on my grub. I don't mind leaving him with others, but he can be a bit of a hell raiser when he wants to be, heh.

WQ: -Stands as well to walk him to the door-

WQ: Of course. Please feel free to drop by any time. I do enjoy the company and you are a pleasant conversationalist. -smile-

WQ: Please tell little Sileas I said hello.

SIGNLESS: -He grins back at her- I certainly will. Enjoy the rest of your night, Qirin!

SIGNLESS: -And then hes gone.-

[gunhardytemerity-blog]

-- ironInfidelity [II] began trolling gunhardyTemerity [GT] --

II: Hello Jake.

II: I saw you run past me the other day.

II: By which I mean yesterday.

II: You didn't happen to run into the lizards did you?

GT: Oh! Kasvik! Hello there.

GT: I never took a scope of them myself but i did hear them! All slinking in the rafters on their scaley skitter claws up to no good.

GT: I assure you had i seen them they would have been dealing with the business end of my pistol barrels!!!

GT: Shit. I... need to sit up better. One moment.

II: Sorry I had to attend to a screaming grub. But that is good that you did not encounter them. They were not exactly friendly from my experience.

II: Oh but are you alright?

GT: Oh yes just dandy thank you. Totally uninjured!

GT: Now uh... if you were to question my levels of sobriety i may have difficulty answering that.

II: Well I wasn't going to.

II: But now I am a bit curious.

GT: Curious you say?

II: You were the one to mention it, and I'm wondering why you have difficulty answering it?

II: Are you inebriated or aren't you?

GT: Its not so much a question of whether im inebriated sir. Its more to do over the fact that i WAS but continue to suffer the succession of it even hours after the aforementioned soiree of booze.

GT: In all confession im a bit maybe a tad level hung over off shitty wine.

II: Hahah, I see now.

II: And I understand completely.

II: I hope this conversation isn't too taxing on you then.

GT: Why... are you the governor? You neednt worry about taxes on my part.

GT: In the wise words of doctor egbert himself i have done the crime and now i must pay the crime.

GT: Guh.

GT: Time i mean. Not crime.

II: Heh.

II: Well this Doctor egbert seems like a wise fellow.

II: And make sure not to press yourself Jake, I'm unsure if alternian booze are similar at all to what humans consume, but I remember my hangovers as nothing but absolute hell.

GT: Oh come now. I have no doubts that i will live.

GT: So long as i have access to the hair of the dog that bit me sort to speak.

GT: Hows the night been for yourself mister kasvik?

II: Wait you were bitten by a dog??

GT: No no its an expression.

II: Oh.

II: Is it anything like "The flesh of the mangehound barkbeast that mutilated you?"

GT: Zoinks.

GT: Yes! That sounds about right.

II: Okay then I get the saying now!

II: My night has been well though, if we wish to go back to that topic.

II: I've been attempting to check in on a few friends again since their mission last night, but still no word.

GT: Im certain theyre out and about! From what i hear there absolutely no casualties on our end so thats good right? We showed those bounty hunters what for!

GT: Suck it to em and made them rue the day they ever set eye on this ship. Im pretty pleased as punch to bear witness in all actuality.

II: Well thats good, but no casualties doesn't mean no injuries.

II: And I have a particular friend who has endured enough impossible suffering, and if he was hurt physically or emotionally, I'd be really upset for him. . .

II: But you are probably right, I've got to think positive.

GT: Perhaps a quick stop by the infirmary will sooth the bees in your bonnet?

GT: No news is good news and all!

II: Actually I think news in general is good.

II: I mean, news can be bad but at least you know right?

II: I always hate being the last to hear about things.

GT: If it were bad chances are you would probably hear it right off the bat.

GT: But alas you must do what you must do.

II: Hmn.

II: Enough of my complaining I suppose. Asides from your hangover, how is your evening?

GT: A work in progress my good man.

II: And what progress has been made so far?

GT: I suppose it isnt all half bad? I woke with my pants on my legs so that counts as a plus dont you think?

II: I couldn't agree more.

II: Nothing is worse then awakening without pants.

II: I can verify this.

GT: Heh heh so youve had your own fair share of pantless escapades as well? Consider that we may have to establish a support group if the epidemic persists.

II: I sure have. I was quite reckless for a few sweeps.

II: And a support group you say?

II: I'm sure we can find others to join us.

GT: You would be surprised!

II: You cannot expect me to believe we are the only two to wake up pantless after a night of reckless intoxication.

II: I will strongly bet we will find at least two more.

II: Maybe three.

GT: We shall make a fundraiser in favor of belts and buckles for everyone in need!

II: Will that do any real good though?

II: Will belts really help those who suffer from such a tragedy?

GT: If its a step closer to never again greeting the morrow with heavens grand eyeful of assless chaps in the morning then so be it!

GT: Tis our burden to bear and no others.

GT: Bear i mean not bare.

GT: Heh heh!

II: Hahahah!!

II: Oh and believe me, I am fairly sure nothing is worse then being greeted by the morning with no pants then it is on Alternia.

GT: No kidding! If the stories are any accurate are you TRYING to obtain blister scars on your posterior???

GT: Im sure they would be cool but also on your ass. For the record.

II: Well it was enitrely an accident, but I narrowly escaped any such scars!

II: On my ass anyways.

GT: Well shit.

II: Such things happen when you are hiveless though.

II: And incredibly stupid.

II: And young.

GT: Heh. I hear you in that regard. Louder than you realize!

GT: But um... yes. The nights been swell and im sure itll only get better from this point on.

II: Wonderful to hear!

GT: And you stay keep your chin up above water as well you hear? Im sure all your chums and mates and bros are hopscotching their merry way about the new ship.

GT: Its just a matter of hearing from them!

II: Yeah, I'm sure you are right, Jake.

II: Thank you.

II: (:B

GT: Perhaps uh... you would like me to come with you in search of them? I wouldnt mind!

II: Maybe! I think I will give it one more evening of trying to reach them before I storm the infirmary.

II: But if I must do it, then you are welcome to come along!

GT: We shall march forth with guns blazing!

II: Hahah!

II: Yeah, something like that.

GT: Have i taken up more of your time than necessary? I would like to start piecing myself together at this point.

GT: Although lying on the ground in another dudes blockspace is bound to be productive? Eventually???

II: No no, its fine. But yes why don't you piece yourself back together. I can only imagine that perhaps you might want to get off that floor at some point soon. I should probably attempt to feed my grub again, he's being a picky eater today.

GT: Heh heh! Maybe he likes variety?

GT: All the same i wish you luck on your harrowing endeavor.

II: If only he did, and thank you.

II: Until next time Jake!

-- ironInfidelity [II] gave up trolling gunhardyTemerity [GT] --

[artifactualannihilation]

-- artifactualAnnihilation [AA] began trolling ironInfidelity [II] at 19:35 --

AA: hello!

II: Hello.

II: Uh.

II: Oh.

II: Wait a minute.

AA: oh ok!

AA: ill be waiting :)

II: No thats. . .not exactly what I meant.

II: I'm just confused.

II: Do people. . .reuse pester handles?

AA: oh! well

AA: no this has always been mine

AA: this is aradia

AA: and in short i am alive!

II: . . . .Alive, alive?

AA: alive alive!

II: Alive as in living, breathing, uh swallowing?? I don't even know. . .alive?

AA: yes all of the above!

AA: there have been breakthroughs by the medical examiner

II: Sorry I'm just a bit.

II: Okay well.

II: This.

II: Yes.

II: Hmn.

II: So this means Vantas was. . . hhhaaaaalf right?

AA: what?

AA: which vantas?

II: Right there are more of us now.

II: The one who doesn't wear red.

II: Karkat.

AA: oh what did karkat say?

AA: i enjoy talking to him!

II: He said you were probably a ghost.

II: I said that was rediculous.

II: Flesh craving undead, and blood sipping rainbow drinkers, sure.

II: Those I believe with the fear of a traumatized wriggler.

II: But ghosts harboring in electronics?

II: Unlikely.

AA: i was a ghost yes

II: . . . . . .

AA: :)

II: Right well.

II: After the last week or two I've had.

II: I'm not going to say I'm going to be surprised.

II: Anymore.

II: Good to have you back then.

AA: thank you signless!

AA: how have you been doing?

II: I've been alright at times, less alright at others. I'm trying to remember the last time we propperly talked.

AA: perigees!

II: Really?

AA: yes!

II: Huh. Time flies when you are hurtling through space, I suppose.

AA: that is usually how it works :p

II: So being alive again,

II: Is that a recent event or. . . ?

AA: yes it is very recent

AA: not much time has passed!

II: Oh.

AA: you sound disappointed

II: Oh!! No, no I'm not, sorry.

II: I'm actually just. . .contemplating existence?

AA: oh let me help!

II: Sorry that sounds lame, I'm just a bit in shock that I am talking with someone who was previously dead.

II: What?

AA: oh right!

AA: well you can always just think about the fact that i am alive

AA: and try to accept it as reality!

II: I am doing that now.

II: I fully accept you are alive.

AA: oh good!

AA: that saves us a lot of explanation

II: Right.

II: I might just.

II: Go lay down now.

II: It was nice talking to you though.

II: Welcome back to,

II: Being alive.

II: And stuff.

AA: it was nice talking to you too!

AA: i apologize if i made you uncomfortable

II: No its fine, its not just you.

II: Have a good evening! I look forward to talking to you when I'm a bit less overwhelmed!

AA: oh ok!

AA: bye signless

II: Bye.

-- ironInfidelity [II] gave up trolling artifactualAnnihilation [AA] at 21:19 --

[apostolicchronicler-blog]

-- apostolicChronicler [AC] began trolling ironInfidelity [II] at 22:27 --

[10:29] AC: -Someone's getting a butt wiggle. Not the good kind of butt wiggle, either, but the kind that's going to result in an AMBUSH FROM ABOVE. He had better watch his face AND his back at once because she is descending from the above and falling RIGHT ON TOP OF HIM.-

[10:29] AC: MROWWW!!!

[10:35] II: *Signless had been unsuspectingly walking on his way back from the cafeteria. He had been typing away on his phone, setting up notes for his upcoming video call with the Empress of Beforus, when SUDDENLY CAT. He felt her before he heard her, and his com device went scittering across the floor as he was brought down with a harsh smack.* Good GOD woman!? Are you hanging from the cieling now??? *He w

[10:35] II: as more shocked about how quiet she had been in her attack. Not mad by any means. But perhaps a bit squished. Her being on top of him made it hard for him to try and look at his lover.*

[10:36] AC: -She punches him. IN THE BUTT.- He has things to talk to her about, yes! Does he agree? She thinks that he does.

[10:42] II: *He freaking "OOFS" as she punches him in his butt. What even--?!* Well maybe I did until you just forced your fist into my back side?? *He huffs.*

[10:42] AC: It is soft and padded, and hurts the least!

[10:43] AC: She wonders, yes? She has been so focused on war and meetings, she did not even think to do the punch.

[10:43] AC: But now she has, and the act is done, and the words are now owed!

[10:43] AC: Tell her about him. The fishy one.

[10:44] II: . . .wh-. . .wait a minute. YOU were the one he was talking about?? -He raises an eyebrow while looking at her from over his shoulder.- When did you two even talk??

[10:45] AC: She is many places.

[10:45] AC: She says many words.

[10:45] AC: -She tumbles over him, landing on the ground. She turns quickly, lowering her head down towards his, face only inches away.-

[10:45] AC: What did he say?

[10:49] II: *He scrunches up his nose a bit at her before blowing in her face (Payback for the butt punch) and sits up.* What did who say? Him or me? *He then turns and cracks his back pretty loudly.*

[10:50] AC: Him first. Then you.

[10:50] AC: Tell her.

[10:50] AC: She will decide if he needs further tenderizing.

[10:52] II: *He pouts at covers his rear side with his hands. No more butt punches.* Well he said stuff, and then I said stuff. Stuff was said. And now I think we are okay again. Square and okay.

[10:54] AC: Rrrrrrrrr...

[10:54] AC: She is hearing tht the answer is "yes."

[10:54] AC: -She cracks her knuckles.-

[10:57] II: Okay okay!! *He holds his hands up, fingers splayed in surrender.* We just apologized to each other. I apologized for being a huge nookwad, and he apologized for. . . a few things too. And then we talked about how he wasn't going to punch me, and thats pretty much it.

[11:04] AC: Rrrr...

[11:04] AC: Good.

[11:04] AC: Good.

[11:04] AC: So he will not fight any more, yes?

[11:04] AC: He will not do this?

[11:04] II: *He shrugs.* Most likely.

[11:05] AC: -She pads towards him, sniffing at him.-

[11:05] AC: And he knows that if he lies, she will punch and bite?

[11:05] AC: And perhaps punch again?

[11:07] II: Woah, two punches AND biting?? Thats practically abuse. *He's just teasing her, and to follow it up as she sniffs him he boops her nose.* I have no intention to fight with him anymore. I have no idea what our relationship will be from this point onward, but I doubt it will be anything agressive.

[11:07] AC: He is not so bad.

[11:07] AC: He is good. He knows many puns.

[11:07] AC: This is a good quality in someone to know.

[11:08] II: How did you two even start talking?

[11:08] AC: He found her!

[11:09] II: A follow up question would be when!

[11:09] AC: She thinks he was drinking.

[11:09] AC: Rrrr. It was some time.

[11:09] AC: She was distracted by thoughts of diplomacy.

[11:09] II: *He just face palms and lets out a sigh.* Yeah, yeah that sounds like him.

[11:09] AC: She enjoyed herself very much.

[11:09] AC: She should speak to him more often as well.

[11:10] II: He's a lot less funny sober, just so you know.

[11:11] AC: H33h33! Perhaps he is just jealous!

[11:12] II: *Mock gasp* Jealous?? Of what?

[11:12] AC: He cannot think of nearly so many clever words about fishes!

[11:13] AC: They make her very hungry to think about, yes.

[11:13] AC: They make... fur... very... lamprey. To drink atrout.

[11:15] II: . . . . . . *He narrows his eyes.* You insalt me with your underestimation of just how in tuna I am to the waves of the sea puns.

[11:16] AC: -She taps her chin, nodding.-

[11:16] AC: Yes, she finds these acceptable.

[11:16] AC: She will not eat him today.

[11:16] II: *He scoffs.* Today??

[11:17] AC: She cannot speak for tomorrow!

[11:17] AC: Only today.

[11:17] II: Oh then maybe I will skip ablutions today then. I'm sure you wont want to eat me tomorrow if I do.

[11:21] AC: -She licks her lips and lets out a faint 'rrrr.' That's not really a no.-

[11:23] II: *He smirks and wags a finger at her* Ah, ah, ah. No eating today remember? You promised.

[11:23] AC: Yes, yes.

[11:23] AC: She remembers.

[11:23] AC: She is glad.

[11:24] AC: And she thanks him.

[11:24] AC: It is good that he made things better.

[11:28] II: Yeah, I'll agree with you on that. Now I can go swiming without worrying of being ambushed by an angry seadweller.

[11:30] AC: -She headbutts him in the chest, lightly, as though demanding pets.-

[11:30] AC: He will have other ambushes, she promise.

[11:30] AC: Do not be dissapointed.

[11:31] II: *Those horns of hers though, watch out.* By who, Psii? *He jokes and startes petting her head, taking care not to get his hand tangled in her hair.*

[11:32] AC: Perhaps she will have to jump on him, as well.

[11:32] AC: :33

[11:37] II: Oh I'm sure he'd love that.

[11:37] II: In fact just the other day he was telling me how much he wanted that to happen.

[11:37] II: You should do it.

[11:37] AC: -She sprawls on top of Kasvik, nodding in agreement.- She loves his ideas. He has the very best ideas.

[11:39] II: Of course I have the best ideas. I'm just the best ideas ever kind of guy. *And then he takes a longer piece of her hair and uses it to make a fake mustache for himself.*

[11:39] AC: -She starts cackling softly, mimicking with her own face and similar fake moustache.-

[11:39] AC: :{33

[11:40] II: ( }:B

[11:51] AC: -She paws at his hand a few times, trying to make him drop the hair.- Rrr. Rrrrr. Kasvik. Kasviiiik.

[11:53] II: *HE REFUSES TO LOSE HIS STACHE* Mmnhmn?

[11:53] AC: -More insistant pawing!!!-

[11:54] II: *He just starts laughing but after getting one paw to the face he lets his mustache drop.* Heheheh.

[11:56] AC: -And then FACE KISS AMBUSH-

[11:57] II: *WHAT AN AMBUSH INDEED he is helpless and weak to this attack.*

-- ironInfidelity [II] gave up trolling apostolicChronicler [AC] at 00:09 --

[gulescamisade]

TEREZI: -well, she certainly had been gone for a while, but now she is freshly bathed with a haircut that looked like two blind people did it and partially like one of them tried cutting the sap out without any real precision. She would probably have laughed at what she presumably looked like if she didn't feel so hollow.-

TEREZI: -she isn't paying attention to anything, much less holding her head up. Her sharp attention to her surrounds has diminished, and she doesn't feel like trying to sniff her way around. One hand was sliding along the wall as she walked and in the other, she had her cane, dragging it behind her.-

SIGNLESS: -It was lucky that Signless had some of his whits about him at least, because when he rounded the corner of the hallway he narrowly avoided clipping her shoulder. Kasvik had opened his mouth to mutter an apology and then continue onward with his business but when his eyes settled on who he had almost run into the words faded in his throat and his heart sank a little.-

SIGNLESS: ....Terezi. -He hadn't seen her at all since what had happened. Not that he had exactly tried looking that hard all these two weeks. Maybe he should have but he had his own selfish emotions to sort out at the time.-

TEREZI: -It's okay, Signless, you wouldnt have been able to find her anyway. Not when she didn't want to be found. She was about to duck away when she smelled him just before he said her name. it hurt deep into the pit of her stomach to smell a color so similar. She made brief eye contact (that is, over his shoulder) before opening her mouth to say... but no. She didn't have words; not for this. Terezi closed her mouth and her head drooped to focus on her feet.-

SIGNLESS: -He wasn't at all disappointed to not hear her reply, in fact he really was half expecting it. Kasvik stared at her with tired, pity filled eyes. Terezi was as much a friend to him as Karkat was, and to see her so obviously grieving and in distress was painful.-

SIGNLESS: I... I am so terribly sorry, Terezi.

TEREZI: -no, dont tell her this, no... She was trying to press it all down, but she heard this pain in Kasvik's voice and knew she wasn't the only one affected by this tragedy. Her face flickered into a grimace of pain and she placed a hand over her mouth to wipe it away-

TEREZI: -Reaching out for Kasvik's hand, she leaned her cane against the wall and placed her other hand over the back of his, squeezing. She knew he was. He didn’t have to say. She is sorry, too.-

SIGNLESS: -He lets her reach for him, and when she clasps his hand in hers, he uses his other to cover the top of her hand and squeezes back.- 

SIGNLESS: Thank you. -She doesn't have to say anything. He knows.-

SIGNLESS: He was... a good man. And if you need anything, anything at all. Please ask.

TEREZI: -she looked up at him this time, not being able to hide her face while her hands were preoccupied. Her chin quivered and she pressed her lips into a line, swallowing hard and turning her face away - she cant look at him and smell his sincerity. She doesn't want to. She-- She's grateful for it, honestly. This was much better than fake condolences.-

TEREZI: -removing a hand from the handwich, she patted the space just above his heart. Either of them may not be in the best state for helping anyone, but the offer stands for him, too.-

SIGNLESS: -He took in a breath and nodded. Maybe another person would hug her at this point, but Kasvik understood that she might not be feeling that level on contact. So instead he reached up and patted her hand on his chest before lowering it again.-

SIGNLESS: If you need time I am certain I can also look after Sirius too. Not that I doubt she isn't already in capable hands.

TEREZI: -Sirius has been with Sollux. And Dirk. And Jake. But she was sure that Sirius would like to spend some time with Sileas again. She opened her mouth to say this, but...no. She shouldn't. Sighing soundlessly, she pressed her lips together again.-

TEREZI: -She nodded again, making sure (hoping) it at least looked sincere.-

SIGNLESS: -He doesn't exactly feel the need to try and give her a fake reassuring smile. This wasn't a time for nonsensical gestures of pity, and a smile would not help her feel better. Kasvik understood loss all too well to bother with it.-

SIGNLESS: -He instead places his hand on her shoulder and gives it a gentle, supportive squeeze.- Do not try and push yourself to, but attempt to keep in contact with people. -That was his only advice as he retracts his hand again and turns, making plans to leave her be now.-

TEREZI: -she knew he was right, but how could she dare speak at all when she'd been such an advocate for mercy? The mercy that led to ALL OF THIS. She picked her cane off the wall and drove the end (Tak!) into the ground to get his attention.-

SIGNLESS: -The sound of the cane clacking against the wall succeeds in catching his ear and Kasvik pauses in his leave to turn and look at her again.-

SIGNLESS: Hm?

TEREZI: -taking out a marker from her sylladex, she scribbled something on her palm and held it up for him to see.-

TEREZI: -It says "thanks." Just "thanks" without capitals or numbers.-

SIGNLESS: ..... -That actually gets him to tilt the corners of his mouth upwards into a small smile.-

SIGNLESS: You are very welcome, Terezi.

TEREZI: -she lowered her hands to her sides and tried to mirror his expression. But it was nestled among the lines of pain on her face. A pain she knew Kasvik understood.-

SIGNLESS: -Ah yes. The pain of losing a dearly held loved one. Kasvik truly wished less people in this world knew the feeling.-

SIGNLESS: I believe that, while it will take an unpredictable amount of time, that you are strong enough to survive through this.

TEREZI: -Yes, she should be stronger. Since the crew of the UU were deemed outlaws, she never should have tried convincing people that they were better than the barbarians hunting them down. Nevermind that now. Morality was something they'd never truly been able to afford, and now it showed exactly why.-

TEREZI: -she nodded. She'd be stronger. She hated that Karkat had to die for her to see it this way. She would not allow forgiveness to hinder her actions again. That hesitation was no more.-

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ATRIUM SECURITY RECORDING 0422

DUALSCAR: =Is in the cafeteria, maybe slightly hung over. It had been the anniversary of the death of his mentor the previous night, and he went a little overboard in drinking to her memory. Still, nothing too bad. He had a pretty high threshold to it. 'Least that's what he's telling himself while slouching in his chair, two fingers steadily rubbing his temple while holding a mug in his free hand. Said mug had a foul stench of mystifying spices.=

SIGNLESS: -There he be, the really big fish himself. Kasvik happened to be in the cafeteria getting food when he spots Dualscar. When was the last time they talked? Signless couldn't exactly remember. But it had been a while, he knew that much.-

SIGNLESS: -He carries his tray over to the table dualscar is at.- Any of these seats taken?

DUALSCAR: =Cringes as a voice breaks the silence. Even with Kasvik speaking at his regular volume, his current state caused it to amplify in his ears. He might as well have shouted it into a megaphone placed two inches from his ear. He turns his head upward, directing his unblinded (and bloodshot) eye at Kasvik.=

DUALSCAR: IF YER PLANNIN' ON BEIN' SO BLEEDIN' LOUD, THEN AYE. THEY BE.=Tired squinting.=

SIGNLESS: -he raises a brow- Sorry I was not aware normal volume was now newly dictated as too boisterous, I guess the whole world is now a paper copy information hub.

SIGNLESS: -He takes a seat and puts his tray on the table.- You look like you had a rough night. Or possibly a really great one.

DUALSCAR: =His earfins pin backwards as Kasvik proceeds to say a lot of words. Too many, actually. His head sinks some, his arm moving to curl over it.=

DUALSCAR: =Watches Kasvik sit, then grunts, shutting his eyes.=

DUALSCAR: BOTH AN' NEITHER.

SIGNLESS: -He watches him for a little, lifting a spoonful of oatmeal into his mouth.-

SIGNLESS: That doesn't really make that much sense.

DUALSCAR: =Another grunt, followed by a long pause. His throat feels really dry.=

DUALSCAR: MEANS. COULD'A BEEN BETTER. COULD'A BEEN WWORSE.

DUALSCAR: NEITHER HERE NOR THERE.

SIGNLESS: So why did you not just say that first.

DUALSCAR: =Opens his eye to SQUINT at Kasvik.=

DUALSCAR: I DID.

DUALSCAR: NOT MY FAULT YE DON'T FUCKIN' GRASP THE BASICS A LINGUISTICS.

SIGNLESS: -He shrugs and eats more oatmeal.- SIGNLESS: So what was the occasion for this neither Here nor there event.

DUALSCAR: =Increased squinting as Kasvik is only shrugging instead of further sassing. He might be hungover, but he still notices it.=

DUALSCAR: =Turns his face downwards so it's facing the table. It's dark there, good against his tired squinty eyes. His voice muffled.= ANNIVVERSARY.

DUALSCAR: FOR ME OL' CAPTAIN. MENTOR.

SIGNLESS: Oh.

SIGNLESS: Well that would be as good a reason as any I would think.

SIGNLESS: -Shh you notice nothing.-

DUALSCAR: =He notices everything.= DUALSCAR: =Raises his head up and out from under his arm and takes a sip of that mysterious liquid that reeked so badly.=

DUALSCAR: WWOULD HAVVE BEEN BETTER HAD THE OL' CREWW BEEN 'ROUND.

DUALSCAR: 'LEAST THEY SENT ME THEIR REGUARDS. COUNTS FOR SOMETHIN', BUT AIN'T THE SAME. =More sips.=

SIGNLESS: -his nose wrinkles at the stinking drink that the old fish is nursing.-

SIGNLESS: That is very nice of them in the least.

SIGNLESS: Also what are you possibly stomaching that is in that cup. It smells awful.

DUALSCAR: =Snorts.= SENTIMENTAL FOOLS, THAT'S ALL.

DUALSCAR: =Raises one brow, his earfins now at half mast instead of pinned back. His head still pounding, but not as bad. He smiles crookedly.=

DUALSCAR: REMEDY A MY OWWN CREATION. GOT ALL THAT YE NEED TA BEAT ANY ILLS COME 'ROUND BY GIVVIN' YER LIVVER A BEATIN'. =Holds out the mug towards Kasvik so he can look into it. The liquid (if you could call it that, it looked sort of clumpy) had a sickening dark green color with darker, borderlining black, splotches. It smelled even worse up close.= WWORKS ON OTHER SHIT TOO, I'VVE FOUND.

SIGNLESS: -He just had to look at it. Had to lean in closer and catch a whif of whatever putrid bile was in the cup. One sniff and glance was all it took before Kasvik reared back, covering his mouth and nose before he could breathe any more of it in- Ugh!!

SIGNLESS: That shit is festering, how is it not eating a hole through your body?? -So much for eating.-

DUALSCAR: =Kasvik's reaction makes him guffaw. Well, briefly anyway. It hurt his head too much to laugh, so he quit halfway with a bit of a cringe.= HAH..!

DUALSCAR: MIGHT EAT THROUGH THOSE DELICATE FLOWWERS SUCH AS YERSELF, AYE.

DUALSCAR: =Grins at him then takes a huge swig of the mug. Actually he drinks it all down. Puts the mug down rather firmly, it clacking against the table.=

SIGNLESS: -disgusting.-

SIGNLESS: Please. There was a time in my life where I ate actual garbage my stomach is not a delicate flower.

DUALSCAR: =Glances to the oatmeal then back to his face.= NOTHIN' CHANGED MUCH THEN. =Oatmeal is disgusting garbage, txt it.=

SIGNLESS: -He follows dualscars gaze and scowls.- Look it's healthy okay.

SIGNLESS: I never said I have a huge need for flavor.

DUALSCAR: =Snorts, amused.= THEN THAT BEIN' THE CASE I'M SURE YE WWOULDN'T MIND ME WWHIPPIN' UP A MUG FOR YE TOO. =Inclines head towards the empty mug on the table.=

SIGNLESS: That is like threatening to poison me.

DUALSCAR: OH, IS IT? THOUGHT YE JUST SAID THAT YE WWERE NO DELICATE FLOWWER.

SIGNLESS: I'm not but that doesn't mean that I want to drink it.

SIGNLESS: -He drags his bowl back over to himself and picks up the spoon again to point at the cup.- You should have that taken to a toxic waste dump.

DUALSCAR: =Snort.= MEANS YER A CHEEPBEAST IS WWHAT.

DUALSCAR: =Double snort.= IT IS GONNA BE PART OF A DUMP ALRIGHT. =Lmao poop jokes. He even laughs about it.=

SIGNLESS: -dramatic eye roll-

SIGNLESS: Your tact and grace knows no bounds. We should all take lessons on how to be such an upstanding troll such as yourself.

SIGNELSS: -He returns to eating his food after that comment. His oatmeal is already starting to get cold and gluey in texture but he doesn't care.-

DUALSCAR: IF THE LOT A YE DID THEN WWE MIGHT NOT HAVVE ALLA THIS DOOM AN' GLOOM. =Snorts with an eyeroll of his own. Reaches out to give Kasvik a pat on the shoulder.=

DUALSCAR: SURE I CAN'T DO ANYTHIN' FOR YE? =A mug of his remedy. Things in general.=

SIGNLESS: -He almost chokes on the food in his mouth when Dualscar pats him on the shoulder, not that it was a strong hand, he just wasn't expecting it.-

SIGNLESS: N-No I'm alright. Your company is enough.

DUALSCAR: =Gives him a long look, the hand still on his shoulder. Nods slowly.= AS YE SAY THEN.

DUALSCAR: =HIs head gives another painful throb, so he moves his hand away and goes back into the slouched position from before.=

MEULIN: -Here comes a cat. She hasn't been having the best time, as usual, but she is trucking along. At least smoking doesn't give you hangovers. She's piling a bowl -- not a tray -- with various meats and fish and sweet things all together, and a glass of fresh lusus milk (thanks Aurthour). She gazes around sort of sleepily before spotting her own mentor and trilling softly in her throat, walking right over to plop down in a seat next to him. Somehow, her sunglasses make her look either more sleepy or more nonchalant about this whole thing. Noms a cupcake.-

DUALSCAR: =Might have dozed off a little bit in his seat, embarrassingly enough. But he was a light sleeper, so when there's movement next to him his eyes open. Slowly he raises his head to look at Meulin, squinting just a little bit then blinks, appearing more awake afterwards. Kasvik seeing him hungover wasn't such a big deal since they were close, but it was more of an embarrassment when it was someone else. Maybe he should'a just kept to his block.=

DUALSCAR: =Clears his throat and runs a hand through his hair to make sure it's slicked back properly. Gives Meulin a nod of recognition.= MISS LEIJON.

MEULIN: PRRP. -pries a little bit of fish meat from fish corpse and offers it over to him.- HI SIR.

DUALSCAR: =Thank God he drank that remedy of his before she showed up, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to keep his face straight. His head doesn't hurt as bad anymore, just numb.= DUALSCAR: =Raises a hand with his palm to her.= I THINK I WWILL PASS, THOUGH THE THOUGHT IS APPRECIATED.

DUALSCAR: =Lowers his hand again.= I TRUST YER KEEPIN' WWELL? AH. WWELL. ALL THINGS CONSIDERED.

MEULIN: -pulls her hand back and noms the fish bit instead.- YE...

MEULIN: I'M STILL ON THE PURROTEIN. MEULIN: -slyly peers at him and the mug. That sure is a smelly smell that smells smelly.- WHAT ARE YOU ON, THOUGH?

DUALSCAR: =Scrunches his nose and leans back in his chair, arms crossed.= I AIN'T "on" =Makes airquotes.= ANYTHIN'.

DUALSCAR: I'VVE HAD SOME TIME OFF, AS I'M SURE YE HAVVE NOTICED, AN' SO I DECIDED TA INDULGE IN A GLASS A WWINE OR TWWO YESTERDAY.

DUALSCAR: =Inclines his head to the mug.= THAT THERE WWAS A REMEDY A MY OWWN CREATION TA SOOTHE HEADACHES AN' WWHAT ELSE MIGHT COME FROM SUCH HIJINKS.

MEULIN: OOOOOO...

MEULIN: SO YOU GOT CRUNK. THAT'S COOL.

MEULIN: I KNEW YOU WERE A PURRTY ANIMAL.

MEULIN: -leans closer to get a better sniff at the mug- I THINK YOUR DRINK IS FUNKIER AT HEART THAN YOU, THOUGH, NOT GONNA LIE...

DUALSCAR: =Squints at her again. This time not because he's hungover.= I'VVE GOT WWHATNOWW.

DUALSCAR: =The mug smells of a great mixture of strong spices and a overabundance of ginger. Spinach? Coconut water? A faint hit of tomato juice and asparagus. It's a disgusting mess all together, honestly. Good thing he had already downed it all so Meulin was not getting the full effect.=

DUALSCAR: =Snort.= SO I'VVE BEEN TOLD.

UNCLE BRO: -Guess who's escaped yet again? This time he's wheeling in for some soup, nothing too crazy this time. Oh shit it's Tokyo Meu Meu and Shitty fish-

UNCLE BRO: -He's gonna get a bowl of chowder and wheel over-

DUALSCAR: =New phone who dis. But no, right. That's the Strider that got stabbed, wasn't it? He watches him out of the corner of his eye while he approaches.=

UNCLE BRO: -And you the lil bitch that punched my brother. He'll handle it when he's at least 80% again.- Sup

DUALSCAR: =""""Lil'""". Sure jan. Also he had it coming. He had it coming. He only had himself to blame. If you had been there, if you had seen it, I bet'cha you would have done the same.= DUALSCAR: =Formal nod towards Derek.= HELLO TA YE. DUALSCAR: =Raises a brow.= I WWAS NOT AWWARE THAT YE HAD BEEN RELEASED ALREADY. GLAD TA SEE YER UP AN' ABOUT.

UNCLE BRO: -Only he gets to punch his brother in the face for being an idiot.-

UNCLE BRO: I could only stay in that bed so long

UNCLE BRO: Looks like everyone is having a lovely lunch

DUALSCAR: 'COURSE. =Slow nod.= SURE YER EAGER TA GET BACK TA WWORK.

DUALSCAR: AN' THAT WWE ARE. =He is reluctant, but he can take a hint.= WWOULD YE LIKE TA JOIN US?

UNCLE BRO: Dont mind if i do -He scoots up, placing his bowl at the table and signing a "Sup Tokyo Meu Meu" to Meulin-

MEULIN: -EAR PERKING. She's been watching him all wide-eyed behind her shades, trying to process this whole thing. He's... okay?-

MEULIN: DAVE DAVE... MEULIN: HI...

UNCLE BRO: -Grins at her. He's in a wheelchair for now, but he's fine.-

MEULIN: -sets down her fish and leans over to nuzzle his shoulder affectionately. HE'S OKAY.-

UNCLE BRO: -Awwww, kitty. He pets her gently.-

UNCLE BRO: I havent really been updated on whats been happening

UNCLE BRO: Anything important i miss

WQ: =speedwalks in like she's on a mission!!=

WQ: =Her eyes scan the room before they LOCK on Davenforth (you can practically hear the beep...........beeep...beep, beep beepbeepbeep). She's going to take a page out of the Strider book and stride on over. On closer inspection, she appears slightly frazzled, and traces of wearyness are on her face.=

WQ: Good afternoon to you all. =Still has a dead eyed stare on Dave even as she addresses everyone.=

MEULIN: -prrr prrr....-

MEULIN: NO... NOT REALLY... -peers up at Qirin- HI...!

UNCLE BRO: -Clears his throat and scratches at the base of one of Meus horns-

WQ: Hello, Ms. Leijon. How have you been? =Yup. Still staring at Dave.=

UNCLE BRO: Hey rami -Don't make him go back, he'll go insane.-

WQ: Oh hey, Dave. I did not see you there. I was unaware that anyone authorized your release.

UNCLE BRO: Oh you know paperwork gets misplaced all the time -He's gonna keep petting this cat and acting like everything is all good-

UNCLE BRO: Want some chowder

MEULIN: -prrrrr...- (=^-ω-^=) MEULIN: I'M GUUUUD... -or at least she is now.-

WQ: The other departments, perhaps. The medical department runs 'a tight ship' if you catch my meaning.

WQ: =eyes the chowder=

WQ: ...

WQ: =begrudgingly= Yes, thank you.

UNCLE BRO: -Hands her the bowl-

WQ: ...

WQ: =squints at Dave, takes it, pulls out a chair, and sinks into it.= ... =Oh, no spoon? i guess im just gonna have to eat this with my hands, then.=

MEULIN: -she'd do it.-

UNCLE BRO: -He is petting a cat, he only has one hand free. She is handed a spoon shortly.-

WQ: =Ah, there you are, SPOON!= Thank you. =takes a couple very delicate bites, then seemingly rejuvenated, her head snaps to face Dave again.=

WQ: You do realize you are in a very delicate portion of the healing process. Though the outer layer of skin has healed, it isn't for certain if the deeper portions have, yet. =Takes another bite= Continuous movement can cause these unhealed areas to tear again and cause even more scar tissue to form. There is the potential for lasting discomfort in the area.

WQ: Best case scenario.

WQ: =stares at the spoonful before placing it quietly into her mouth= ^_^

UNCLE BRO: -He was very aware, his chest ached, almost burned constantly. He couldn't keep still though, there were things to do. He had things to accomplish. Even now he felt he was being smarter than usual.-

UNCLE BRO: You patched me up didnt you

UNCLE BRO: That means im fine

WQ: =she sobered a little at this= It was a joint effort between Mitzi, John and myself, in addition to most of the nurses.

WQ: It means you still have a lot of healing to do, and making a prison break once every twelve hours can reverse that effort.

UNCLE BRO: You cant exactly keep me locked up in there

UNCLE BRO: There are things i gotta do and take care of and i feel alright doing most of them

MEULIN: -chirps at him and sits up to give him a GAZE over her shades.-

UNCLE BRO: Sorry i aint down for staying in a room all day

MEULIN: YOU'RE JAIL BREAKING AND BREAKING YOUR HEALING BUTT???

MEULIN: DAVE DAVE NO.

UNCLE BRO: I aint breaking anything but the rules

MEULIN: YOU DON'T KNOOOOOW THAT.

MEULIN: WHAT WILL WE ALL DO IF YOUR BUTT IS BROKEN AGAIN?

MEULIN: WHO WILL PET ME?

MEULIN: (^./_.^)

UNCLE BRO: Derek probably

MEULIN: I DON'T WANT DEREK TO PET ME!

MEULIN: ... RIGHT NOW.

UNCLE BRO: -Scratches her head-

MEULIN: -puts paw on his face.-

UNCLE BRO: Why

MEULIN: -eat beans.-

UNCLE BRO: -Smooches beans-

MEULIN: -sqUEAK giggle-

WQ: Getting up on your own requires seven muscles, even more if you use your arms. Three of those are in the abdominal region.

WQ: We are "keeping you locked up in there" for your own wellbeing. Think of it as avoiding a longer stay in the future.

WQ: I do not understand why you are so insistent upon bringing yourself to closer potential for additional injury. =Frowns as she returns to eating. Albeit it is a concerned frown.=

MEULIN: -shoves sunglasses up her nose- YEAH. WHAT SHE SAID.

UNCLE BRO: Because fuck that

MEULIN: (^./_.^)ﾉ

WQ: =makes ene face=

WQ: What is your reasoning?

UNCLE BRO: Cant be tamed

MEULIN: SHUP MEOWLY CYRHISS.

WQ: =Dave is resurfacing memories of Qirin's wilder days. She will flip a table, dont think she won't.=

WQ: Do not tell me... It is the wallpaper. =She has found at least twenty someodd shapes in the flowery mess so far. There are at least two cats, a dog, a teapot, a syringe, a bicycle, a manta ray, a rat, and slipper, among other.s=

UNCLE BRO: We got things to do im bein careful theres too fucking much going on for me to be layin in a bed all fuckin day and thats that

MEULIN: YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO THEM YOURSELF. MEULIN: ESPECIALLY IF IT SENDS YOU RIGHT BACK. (=^･ｪ･^=)

UNCLE BRO: -Groans. His chest hurts. He's tired of this already.-

WQ: =Glances over at Meulin. You, miss, would make a good healthcare professional.=

WQ: I do not think anyone would blame you if you did. As you are resting. =Gives him a glanceover.= You are /supposed/ to be, anyhow.

WQ: It is not as though we are being unreasonable. You are not to do excessive movement for a reason, and that reason was a severe traumatic chest injury. =That means NO gym visitations, sparring, and heavy lifting for quite a while.=

WQ: If you want a change of scenery, in the very least ask someone for assistance. =blinks. LIKE ME FOR EXAMPLE YOU BUTT= I stress the importance of—

WQ: =brow furrows at the groan= Dave. Please.

UNCLE BRO: -Groans louder. He's an adult.-

WQ: =Puts down her spoon. And her plate. She can't tell if it is a groan of pain or a groan of exasperation. She will not chance it, though.=

WQ: Do you require medication?

WQ: =she brought your HORSE PILLS, Dave.=

UNCLE BRO: No i need my motherfucking freedom

WQ: =Quietly exhales that sigh of relief then checks her medbag= Unfortunately, we are all out of stock. I can put you on the waitlist, but that may take at least a month.

UNCLE BRO: Startin to think death would have been preferable -He's forty percent serious-

WQ: Taking things easy cannot possibly be that bad. =Time to continue turning this fuel into energy as she picks up her plate again. Looking at you with all the skeptical looks, Dave.=

UNCLE BRO: -He's quiet, pissed off, and petting a cat.-

WQ: =is that a pout? no...is that a sulk? Is he SULKING?=

WQ: I am sure we can come to a compromise and allow you fresh non-infirmary air. Informing staff you intend to leave your assigned hospital room would be a nice start.

UNCLE BRO: Or you could just release me

WQ: Do not make me put you on permanent bedrest, Dave.

WQ: Because I can.

WQ: And I will.

WQ: =look at her face. This srs bsnss face.=

UNCLE BRO: -He will literally metal gear solid out of here-

WQ: We have the authorization to use restraints, I will have you know.

[arcadiantroubadour]

SUMMONER: *So guess who is finally out of the infirmary? It's THIS GUY! And he is refamiliarizing himself with the ship and his BLOCK first of all, seeing as he never really got much time to do that. He'd been straight from the rebel camp and into a lot of SHENANIGANS, so he hadn't really... Unpacked or anything either.*

SUMMONER: *He's just lowkey grumping about not being able to fly right now, and shuffling stuff around. He notes a door though. Bathroom? Probably. He shrugs to himself and wanders on over to peek inside.*

DISCIPLE: -The bath tub is completely full of water. Disciple is in it, completely naked. It's hard to see anything with her hair covering all of the BITS, the giant curly mop of hair floating around her body as her head just barely peeks above the water line.-

DISCIPLE: -She stares in te Summoner's direction.-

SIGNLESS: -The door on the other side of the bathroom opens as Signless walks in, holding Sileas.* He keeps trying to take off his shoes, I'm starting to wonder if its okay to let him go with just socks, but what if- *He quick to notice that there is someone else in here with his bathing lover.*

DISCIPLE: ....

DISCIPLE: Is open door.

DISCIPLE: -POINTS.-

SUMMONER: *He doesn't notice the other person at first, since he's kind of staring at all the balls of duct tape literally everywhere. But he spots a person in the mirror, which makes him jUMP. He instinctively turns to LOOK because that's just what people do when they see spooky silouhettes in mirrors.*

SUMMONER: oh, *Says dumbly, staring, then hears another voice and turns QUICKLY to look at Kasvik instead.* uhhhh, haha, th1s 1s NOT what 1t looks l1ke,

DISCIPLE: Rrrr?

DISCIPLE: She does not understand. Is silly thing to say. It would not look like, if it not was.

SIGNLESS: *Its not an angry stare at Rhodri at all, just a blank one as he adds things up in his head.*

DISCIPLE: She is not sure why he is here, but he is here, yes.

DISCIPLE: She is right that it is good to be naked here?

SUMMONER: *Eyes on the ceiling Rhodri, atta boy.* 1 mean, there's a door 1n here, from my room lead1ng 1n here, to uh, the naked room???

SUMMONER: *Good. Yes. Reassure the cat while also being dumb A+.*

DISCIPLE: Yes. Naked resevoir. -She holds up a handful of water. She's so glad they're on the same page.-

SIGNLESS: Its also called an ablution trap, or bathtub, but yes you can be naked in it. *Finally speaks up.* Also its good to see you are out of the infirmary, Rhodri. How are you feeling?

SIGNLESS: *He sits Sileas on what is barely a hip because the boy is starting to become figity with all the chatter around him.*

DISCIPLE: -She shooshes audibly, reaching out of the tub for fussy babby.- Shh, shh. Let her, yes?

SUMMONER: *Boy howdy that ceiling sure is interesting, though he glances down when Kasvik addesses him.* huh? oh, you knew about that? *Side eyes to the side that does not have a naked cat in it.*

SIGNLESS: Oh, uh, *He is not sure he wants Sileas to get his little clothes soaked but considering how the child is getting increasingly fussy, he is going to hand him off to his mom.*

SUMMONER: thanks though, 1'm do1ng as f1ne as ever, you know how 1t 1s, *Shrug.*

SIGNLESS: *Turns back to Rhodri again to continue talking.* Of course I knew, did you think I wasn't going to notice you not being around?

SIGNLESS: Also thats good!

SUMMONER: 1 mean 1 gotta wa1t a l1ttle longer before these start be1ng of use aga1n, *Points thumb to his back where his wings are folded up.* but otherw1se f1ne, and 1 'unno man, lusushood 1s k1nd of t1me consum1ng,

SIGNLESS: Hah, yeah it kind of is. Luckily its a shared job, I don't know how my Mother managed on her own.

DISCIPLE: -She holds the baby up in the lion king pose, starting to sing.- For what does a puppy wear shirt? For when puppy is rolling in dirt? When bounces and strays, yips and hoorays, does puppy need shirt when he plays? -She hums along for a moment or two, resting him on the edge of the tub as she presses her wet nose to his chest as she continues to sing softly, not paying much attention to the other two-

DISCIPLE: Does pup wear his little pup socks? He needs them, for climbing on rocks! His paws are too soft, is not made like ox. Is for scurying off like a fox.

SUMMONER: *That rhyming Disciple is doing is really hecking adorable, and he does his best not to look over in her direction.* heh, sounds l1ke you are manag1ng well enough though,

SUMMONER: but, so, hm, *Furrows brows.* 1 guess we are ne1ghbours?

SUMMONER: or someone 1s just really bad at structual des1gn,

SIGNLESS: -Sileas starting to whine when his mom starts singing, and that promptly stops him from throwing a fit. When he is sat on the edge of the tub and her nose touches him, he makes some sort of pleased gurgle and reaches to gently pat her wet hair.*

DISCIPLE: -She blows a wet raspberry into his stomach from there.-

SIGNLESS: *Unlike Rhodri, Signless does look over at his little family and looks so hecking proud of them.* Hahah, maybe. But I think the neighbor theory is more likely. I hope you don't mind too much. . . maybe we should make some sort of system so that no one barges in on anyone again by accident.

SIGNLESS: *The baby screams with excitement.*

DISCIPLE: Is little one good?

SILEAS: Yuhs.

DISCIPLE: Little one is best.

SUMMONER: *He has to give it a small moment of thought because this IS like THE people, but he has gotten to know them some by now and Kas is confirmed for HUGE NERD and Disciple confirmed for cute cat, so. He doesn't feel stressed about it. He gives a shrug and a smile.*

SUMMONER: nah, 1 won't m1nd, just gotta be more careful 1n the future, start knock1ng, actually th1nk1ng of my manners, you know,

DISCIPLE: Rrr?

DISCIPLE: -She looks up.-

DISCIPLE: What is he speaking of?

SUMMONER: *Looks at HER FACE. Then again he has seen her half naked before but this is different.* knock1ng, so that 1 don't walk 1n on anyone l1ke 1 just d1d, *Looks away tho, whoops.*

DISCIPLE: :??

DISCIPLE: Oh. Yes.

DISCIPLE: Is done with water. -She's going to start climbing out signless please stop her.-

SUMMONER: wOAH THERE, *Nervous laughing and is staring VERY HARD at the ceiling. Summy why are you not just leaving the room jfc.*

SIGNLESS: *To be honest Signless really doesn't mind that Rhodri did walk in on her, or that they are still talking while she is in the bath, because he knows their relationship is so strong that he doesn't have to be jealous- WOAH NELLY. Signless reacts to her getting out like it is his job and has towel on hand and is quick to drape it on her and hide her nakedness.*

SIGNLESS: Okay, now while this IS the naked room or whatever, remember how we aren't supposed to be naked in front of other people?? *He has made this point so many times, what it the point.*

DISCIPLE: Yes! Except for NAKED ROOM. -She sounds frustrated by the double standards. WHY DON'T YOU MAKE SENSE, SOCIETY.-

DISCIPLE: -She reaches to put Sileas back down, or rather, back onto Signless, and to take the towel herself.-

SILEAS: -He purs as he is picked up by his mom, but it is short lived as her curves are replaced by Kasvik's lack of them.* Rrrrr.

SIGNLESS: *He sighs at her argument because it is kind of valid. At least if he looked at it her way.*

SUMMONER: 1 mean, she got a po1nt man, the naked room 1s for naked, just me mess1ng sh1t up by be1ng 1n 1t, *Wheezing laugh.*

DISCIPLE: Is fine. He may be here as well. Is okay. -She headbutts Rhodri. That is a cat sign of acceptance.-

DISCIPLE: -SOFTLY GRANTED. NOT, LIKE. NOT LIKE A FULL ON SKULL BASH.-

SIGNLESS: *YEAH LETS NOT PUT THE GUY BACK IN THE HOSPITAL DEAR. Soft is good.*

SUMMONER: *WELL THANK GOD. He doesn't need to get his ribs broken again this soon. He lets out a small oof for dramatic effect, and looks down finally since she is TOWEL'D.* thanks d1s, though 1'll st1ll try to get 1nto the hab1t of knock1ng,

DISCIPLE: Rr. Yes. If he wishes to. -There is probably a zillion percent chance she's going to barge in on him sometime though, just saying-

SIGNLESS: *He will place actual money on that.*

SUMMONER: *If she likes what she sees she can buy his posters and pinups online. Wink wink. Funds funneled to the rebellion as well for additional karma points.*

SUMMONER: *Small amused snort.* you rather 1 d1dn't?

SUMMONER: damn, that's pretty forward,

SUMMONER: 1 just got here,

SIGNLESS: I think we should all try knocking in the future. Not that this wasn't a great way to meet the neighbors, but it might give people peace of mind in the case of using the "Naked room."

DISCIPLE: She respects silly nonsense rituals of society. -no she doesn't-

DISCIPLE: -not even the littlest bit-

DISCIPLE: :33

SUMMONER: also alternat1ve to knock1ng would be lock1ng the doors, *Looks back.* 1 mean, 1f these doors even have locks, d1dn't check 1t out, *Eyebrow raise at the "innocent" cat face tho.* pff, cons1der me reassured,

SUMMONER: though 1t's you people that should be reassured, s1nce 1'm the one that barged 1n,

SILEAS: -He is really getting squirmy now, since he doesnt like being off the ground so long, and it forces his dad to put him down on the floor, holding his hand. Sileas is sniffing around because he knows there is a stranger here.*

SIGNLESS: To be honest I havent even checked for locks yet. *That might have been a thing he should have done.*

DISCIPLE: Will make locks, if that is needed.

SUMMONER: 1s that why all the duct tape 1s around? for construct1on purposes? *Nudges a duct tape ball with his foot for emphasis, though he crouches on down to be on wriggler level. Waves at the kid in a friendly way.*

SILEAS: -He does not respond to the waving at all.-

DISCIPLE: She does not know. They are here.

SIGNLESS: Maybe, that would at least be something practical to do with all of this tape and, *He bends down to fling open one of the cabinates loaded with biscit mix* Whatever Red Lobster brand is.

SIGNLESS: Also Rhodri do you by chance have a need for colorful plastic swords?

SIGNLESS: Unless we are keeping them? We haven't exactly talked about it. *Looks at Disciple when saying this.*

DISCIPLE: -She has no idea.- ...It is a toy, she thinks.

SIGNLESS: Toys that are covering our walls.

DISCIPLE: It is many toys!

DISCIPLE: Little ones enjoy swords, she thinks?

SUMMONER: *Maybe Sileas' vision hadn't improved after pupating afterall. He instead makes a chirring noise to give away where he is, and that he is friendly. He looks up at the two adult trolls, still at child level since he is sorta interacting with Sileas still.* well sh1t, the prev1ous owners sure were eccentr1c,

SUMMONER: *He laughs at their conversation though, it's cute.* l1ttle ones do enjoy swords, 1t's true, at least as far as 1'm aware,

SUMMONER: play1ng w1th swords and be1ng kn1ghts and heroes or p1rates or what have you, *Shrug.*

SIGNLESS: Do you really think he would want so many though?

DISCIPLE: Is good question. Maybe melt them.

DISCIPLE: She is not sure, yet.

DISCIPLE: What to do with plastic things?

SIGNLESS: *That question is to either of them as he is no longer just facing one person.*

SIGNLESS: If you melt them I think that would smell up whichever room you do it in.

SIGNLESS: . . . .Or is that rubber?

SIGNLESS: *Shrug.*

SUMMONER: would be up to h1m now wouldn't 1t? have you tr1ed lett1ng h1m play w1th any?

SILEAS: -When Rhodri chirs is when Sileas looks at him finally. Or at least near him. He doesn't respond vocally and instead pulls his hand out of his dad's and drops to all fours to crawl towards Rhodri to investigate. Friend, foe, or food?-

SUMMONER: *Smiles at the approaching wriggler, laying his hand palm up on the floor like one might do with a beast. He keeps chirring in a friendly way to guide him to him via sound.*

SILEAS: -He finds the hand on the ground by touching it with his fingertips. A tiny hand is placed over Rhodri's as Sileas makes a rumbling noise in the back of his throat.-

SUMMONER: *Chirps in greeting, keeping his hand still for him to smell/accept. It's weird how much more chill he is with small trolls than he is with grubs.*

SILEAS: -He will not smell your hand, he is getting plenty from just sniffing. He will however bend down to nip Rhodri's fingers with sharp wriggler teeth, waiting for a reaction.-

SIGNLESS: *Signless is watching this carefully because last time Sileas met a new adult he got another wriggler to help him hunt poor Jake.*

DISCIPLE: -she is so proud-

SUMMONER: *He just got back from the hospital from being ragdolled around by the Grand Douchelord himself, so a few wriggler nips isn't gonna do much. He just chuckles.* you are feed1ng th1s k1d 1 hope, because 1 do need those f1ngers,

SUMMONER: grown k1nda attatched you could say,

DISCIPLE: She teaches him to bite. He does good, yes. He has hunted for many of his meals.

SIGNLESS: You should also teach him to not bite /people./ He hasn't gotten the distinction between food and company.

DISCIPLE: ...There is... a distinction???????????

DISCIPLE: :??

SILEAS: -Since Summoner does not pull back quickly, Sileas does not try to murder his hand. There is some gentle chewing though. But it is his way of getting to know this hand.-

SIGNLESS: . . . Yes. There is.

DISCIPLE: ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

SIGNLESS: For instance, you would eat grubloaf, you wouldn't eat me.

SUMMONER: *Snrk.*

DISCIPLE: ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

SUMMONER: *Snrks louder.*

SUMMONER: dude, tm1,

SIGNLESS: Okay fine, you wouldn't eat me for TWO DAYS. Or. I don't know, whatever the time line was. Maybe two hours.

DISCIPLE: Oh!

SIGNLESS: I:B

SUMMONER: *Just snickering over here as he lets Sileas chew on his hand. He might give him a little snippy hiss if he chews too hard though.* (n1ce,) *Directed at First Ship.*

SUMMONER: *Getting to know all these tmis.*

SILEAS: -He will in fact bite to hard, and the hiss only deters him for a moment before he focuses his efforts on teething on Rhodri's thumb.-

DISCIPLE: Maybe little one should chew sword.

SIGNLESS: Oh, yeah that could be a good use for them.

SUMMONER: now there's an 1dea, 1 mean, 1f the swords a1n't all that sharp, *He will hiss again if he teeths HARD.* otherw1se your k1d w1ll end up look1ng l1ke the joker,

SUMMONER: *Brings his other hand down in front of his face so he can smell it's there before petting between his horns.*

SILEAS: -He pauses his teething when the petting begins to growl.-

SIGNLESS: *Signless raises a brow half ways.* The. . .joker? *He doesn't know who this is.*

DISCIPLE: Someone with poor fangs, she thinks?

SUMMONER: *Responds to the growl with a friendly chirr, though he lifts his hand away.* joker, guy from some human com1cs, got h1s mouth cut so he has l1ke, *Uses his free hand to point to the corners of his mouth.* scars and st1tches all about,

SIGNLESS: Yeah, I am all for Sileas looking nothing like that. Maybe chewing on plastic swords isn't a good idea. *He is nervous about this kid and their safety okay.*

SUMMONER: you could always try 1t out yourself f1rst to make sure 1t's safe, *Snrk.*

SIGNLESS: What so I can look like the laugher? No thanks.

SUMMONER: joker,

DISCIPLE: Chuckleman.

SUMMONER: *Chuckles confirmed for the Joker. He snorts at the thought.* yeah,

SIGNLESS: What is the difference between the two?

SUMMONER: what? the joker? there's just one joker, 1 guess chuckleman 1s l1ke h1s less known cous1n, the laughter 1s h1s s1ster,

SUMMONER: obv1ously,

DISCIPLE: Very silly family, she thinks.

SIGNLESS: Snrk.

SUMMONER: *Shrugs.* that's a clown fam1ly for you, s1lly 1s the1r mom, by the by,

DISCIPLE: >:OO

SIGNLESS: What is the name of the father then? *Enlighten him Rhodri.*

SUMMONER: carl,

DISCIPLE: NO.

SUMMONER: he doesn't have a sense of humor, sadly,

DISCIPLE: How dare!

SIGNLESS: What a shell of a man.

SUMMONER: nah, he's st1ll happy, even 1f he doesn't understand the jokes they all make and stuff, he l1kes see1ng them be happy,

SUMMONER: carl just does h1s th1ng and owns 1t,

DISCIPLE: Does Carl wear paint?

SUMMONER: only when h1s k1ds pa1nt h1m, but he doesn't really understand 1t,

SUMMONER: but 1t makes them happy, so,

SUMMONER: *Shrug.*

DISCIPLE: Good.

DISCIPLE: Carl is Good.

SUMMONER: yeah, carl 1s pretty awesome l1ke that,

SUMMONER: *Tsks at her.* and you were "no"1ng at h1m before,

SUMMONER: for shame,

DISCIPLE: Yes.

DISCIPLE: She did this.

DISCIPLE: She has good reason.

SUMMONER: does she? now that she-- you know that he's a decent guy?

DISCIPLE: She knows many things.

SUMMONER: example? *Ok he's had enough of the child chewing on him now and is gonna move his hand away.*

SILEAS: -He will whine a little but will not give chase of the fingers.-

DISCIPLE: She knows bird call.

DISCIPLE: She is very good at those.

SIGNLESS: She knows many things but not all things.

SIGNLESS: But neither do I.

DISCIPLE: -She covers Signless' face with her paw.- She knows BEAST calls, too, yes.

DISCIPLE: She is good at those.

SIGNLESS: *His face is covered. Careful he might kiss the paw.*

SUMMONER: *Flashes her a grin at the mention of bird calls.* she /1s/ very good at those, 1t's true, *Cuz she had a good teacher, hUE HAH. He touches Sileas' nose with his finger in a friendly boop way before standing up.* damn, beasts too? where does your knowledge even end?

DISCIPLE: It is infinite. Significantly.

DISCIPLE: -removes her hand-

SIGNLESS: *When the hand is removed Signless is still smiling and he steps up to scoop up the child.* I'm going to go try and get him to eat again, but while I'm gone no more getting naked in front of each other, okay? *He is kidding but that would be nice.*

SUMMONER: 1'll do my best, but no prom1ses, *He jokes..?*

SIGNLESS: Heh. *He absconds through the doorway with child.*

SUMMONER: so, alone at last, eh? *Waggles eyebrows at her, though he laughs.*

SUMMONER: honestly though, sorry for walk1ng 1n on you,

DISCIPLE: ?

DISCIPLE: Yes.

DISCIPLE: -She pats his face. That's something people are sorry for, she guesses.-

DISCIPLE: Is good that he is close, though.

DISCIPLE: He will visit her and little one?

SUMMONER: *Is facepat.* yeah, 1 mean 1f 1 could choose my ne1ghbours 1'd probably p1ck you guys anyway, *Big grin and thumbs up.* sure 1 w1ll, k1d gotta gnaw on someth1ng after all, *Chuckle.*

DISCIPLE: He does!

DISCIPLE: He is growing big.

DISCIPLE: He will wrestle soon.

SUMMONER: wrestle? guess 1'll have to keep my eyes open, well, even more so, 1 know how you l1ke to sneak up on people, and now there's two sneaks r1ght next to my block? dang,

DISCIPLE: -She grins, giggling softly.-

DISCIPLE: She will go, now, too.

SUMMONER: go qu1etly, maybe you can get the drop on kas, *Whisper whisper.*

SUMMONER: *But snrks.* what am 1 say1ng, of course you w1ll,

DISCIPLE: He knows well!

DISCIPLE: :33

SUMMONER: heh, 1'll see you later d1ss1e, try not to wreck h1m too hard,

DISCIPLE: She will not.

DISCIPLE: ;33

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-- ironInfidelity [II] began trolling cannonadeAstriction [CA] at 20:40 -- II: Hey, long time no. . .well anything really. II: How are you? CA: I'M JUST FUCKIN' PEACHY. CA: DON'T THINK I'VVE EVVER 8EEN THIS TRANQUIL. CA: AN' YE? EVVERYTHIN' JUST TURNIN' UP DAISIES? II: I feel that because you said it in such a way, you may not be so "tranquil." II: But I have been doing well. Finally getting some time to myself in a few weeks. CA: WWELL YER FEELINGS ARE WWRONG SO THERE'S THAT. CA: AN' YEAH? RECKON YER ABLE TA FEED YERSELF AGAIN BY NOWW AT LEAST. II: Yes I am able to feed myself. II: And why do you think my feelings are wrong? I tend to be right about this topic. CA: OUTSTANDIN'. CA: BECAUSE I BLEEDIN' SAID SO. I'M DOIN' WWONDERFULLY SO CLEARLY YER FEELINGS RADAR OR WWHATEVVER THE FUCK IS ON THE FRITZ. II: Okay then. II: So just what is going on for you then? CA: CLEANIN'. CA: MH. CA: YE WWOULDN'T HAPPEN TA BE HUNGRY RIGHT NOWW OR ANYTHIN'? II: Is this you wanting me to prove to you that I can in fact consume food on my own? CA: PARTIALLY. II: Why not. Sure, I could eat. CA: ALRIGHT. COME ON OVVER THEN. II: What we aren't meeting in the cafeteria instead? CA: THAT AIN'T WWHERE THE FOOD IN QUESTION IS AT. CA: SO NO. WWE AIN'T MEETIN' IN THE BLEEDIN' CAFETERIA. II: Uh. Alright. II: So your block? CA: AYE. CA: YE REMEMBER THE CODE STILL? II: If not I will bang on the door. II: See you soon. CA: TRY NOT TA BREAK YER ARM ON IT. --cannonadeAstriction [CA] gave up trolling ironInfidelity [II] --   SIGNLESS: -Well it sure has been a while since he has been to Dualscar's block!! A really long while. Who knows how long, but pretty long is a good guess. Oh well, he arrives and DOES attempt to put in the code but surprise surprise whatever numbers he attempts to punch in dont line up and he can't get in. Time to knock on the door.- DUALSCAR: *He had been throwing a bit of a shitfit when Kasvik contacted him. Arrisa had been even more of a frigid bitch than usual and it just ground his gears into solid dust. The nice setup he had made was partially gone by now, either cleared away or broken. He had scrambled to move the bits of broken plates and candles out of sight. He is still feeling pretty shitty, mostly due to the fact that both times he has actually made food for a quad himself it had ended in utter disaster. He takes a breath when he hears the knocking, composing himself before opening on up.* YE KNOWW. MEMORY IS THE FIRST THIN' THAT GOES WWHEN YER GETTIN' TOO OLD. *Smiles crookedly and steps to the side.* OR WWAS IT THE BACK? EITHER WWAY. YE SEEM TA HAVVE YER BASES COVVERED. *His block hasn't changed much since the last time Kas was in there, sans the current redecoration as there was a table in the middle of the room. Theres also a giant plush clam sitting atop a shelf, WATCHING.* SIGNLESS: -He feels the clams eyes BORE into his soul as he enters. Wtf how does this seadweller sleep with this mollusk watching him??- SIGNLESS: -Scoffs- Are you insulting my age?? Of all people?? How old are you even! -Signless eyes the table though, having the feeling this sudden dinner invite wasn't originally meant for him.- DUALSCAR: I'M JUST SAYIN' IS ALL. *Small shrug.* DON'T MATTER HOWW OLD I BE. I AIN'T THE ONE FORGETTIN' SHIT ALL WWITH A POPPIN' BACK. *He jokes, walking back over to the table. He had been in the process of haphazardly tossing the untouched food into tupperware containers, and so he just goes to open one again. The table was pretty nicely honestly, all with a black tablecloth, flower petals and living candles. His block seemed a little cleaner too.* SIGNLESS: -Raises one eyebrow and crosses his arms.- You know, if you are just going to make fun of my age I could just leave. -He wouldn't really though- SIGNLESS: And anyways I think I look fantastic for being technically over fourhundred years old. DUALSCAR: *Amused huff.* WWELL YE HAVVE HAD QUITE THE BEAUTY SLEEP, NOWW DIDN'T YE? *Sticks a fork in the food. Still in the tupperware. Classy as fuck. He turns to Kasvik, gesturing into the room while holding out the food to him.* YE CAN SIT DOWWN, YE KNOWW. *The food in it looks pretty chaotic since he just dumped it in there, but it is sea bass with pepper sauce, along with some veggies.* SIGNLESS: -Damn that guy knows how to cook then.- Oh I know, but trust me, I've been doing way too much sitting lately. SIGNLESS: -He does first take the food offered to him and then takes a seat at the table because it is right there and all.- Be it in a hospital bed, wheel chair, or with a angry grub in my lap. DUALSCAR: *He does. It was either that or starve, in the beginning. Then he just had other people cook for him, though it always impressed people he romanced so it kept him from getting rusty doing that sometimes. There are some more tupperware stuff on the table, possibly with the starters and the dessert. Dualscar seats himself in the other chair, resting his head in his hand.* THOUGHT YE WWOULD BE FAMILIAR WWITH SITTIN' ON YER ARSE ALL DAY. MOSTLY WWHAT POLITICS IS ABOUT. *Raises a brow though.* GRUB? YE GOT YERSELVVES ONE A THOSE TOO? SIGNLESS: -Nods, having a mouthful of food already.- SIGNLESS: -Once he swallows he bothers to talk again, starting with pointing the fork at Dualscar a bit.- If I had the option, politics would be much more interesting. SIGNLESS: -Puts the fork back into the container for more food.- And yeah, though technically I wasn't the one who got it. That was Disciple. DUALSCAR: *Snorts.* HAD YE THE OPTION THEN EVVERYONE WWOULD BE SITTIN' AROUND IN A CIRCLE WWEARIN' FLOWWER CROWWNS AN' TALKIN' ABOUT OUR FAVVORITE CUDDLY ANIMALS. *Granted in their current mess that might be preferable to most people. He watches him eat, glad that at least someone seems to like his cooking.* FIGURED AS MUCH. THEY DO WWANT CUBS, DON'T THEY. *Taps his fingers against the table.* HOWW IS THAT WWORKIN' OUT? SIGNLESS: -He shrugs and eats more.- Its difficult. But also fantastic if that makes sense? I mean, most of the time Sileas hates just about everything that moves that isn't his mother, but I think he is warming up to me. SIGNLESS: . . .Hes, ah, got some vission problems. SIGNLESS: We think. DUALSCAR: *He flicks a fin, looking off to the side.* NAH. IT'S MAKIN' SENSE JUST FINE. *Amused snort.* SOUNDS LIKE HE ALREADY KNOWWS WWHICH GUARDIAN TA GO TO SHOULD SHIT GO DOWWN. DUALSCAR: *Looks back to Kasvik.* YE THINK? DUALSCAR: WWHAT DO YE MEAN "WE THINK"? IF YE THINK SOMETHIN' IS WWRONG WWITH YER GRUB THEN YE GET THAT SHIT /CHECKED/. *Wtf how is this guy this irresponsible.* SIGNLESS: Okay well its more like we "KNOW" but we don't know how bad it is. And its not like he can comunicate to us if he can see letters on a chart. SIGNLESS: We just aren't sure if he has no vission what so ever, or just very poor sight. DUALSCAR: *Simmers down some, but he flicks a fin again.* RIGHT. LEAST YE KNOWW WWHAT THE DAMAGE IS, EVVEN IF YER UNAWWARE AS TA HOWW SEVVERE IT IS. SIGNLESS: We won't know until after he pupates most likely. -Noms on more food, but his eyebrows knit together in concern just thinking about his grub.- And when he does we have someone ready to help him with his condition and learn how to function with it. DUALSCAR: SOUNDS TA ME LIKE YE HAVVE YER BASES COVVERED, IN THAT CASE. *Small shrug, and he goes back to tapping his fingers against the table.* I'M SURE THE THIN' WWILL TURN OUT FINE. EVVEN WWITH YE AS A PARENT. *Snrk.* SIGNLESS: -Rolls his eyes at Dualscar- You really love bashing my parenting skills. You know I'm probably the second best troll for this job. Since you know, I've actually been raised by another troll? I know how its supposed to work. -NO HE DOESNT but shh.- DUALSCAR: *Puts a hand to his chest in mock offense.* THAT'S NOT TRUE! *Gasp, then grins wickedly, putting his hand back down.* I JUST LIKE BASHIN' YE IN GENERAL. *Guffaws.* DUALSCAR: *Soft wheezing as his laughter dies down. God. He is too funny.* SO. HAH! WWHAT KINDA GLORIOUS ADVVICE DO YE HAVVE FOR US ALL THEN? SIGNLESS: Uh. . . . SIGNLESS: Don't drop them? -Stuffs more fish into his mouth so he has the excuse not to go into detail.- DUALSCAR: *Keeps watching him, an eyebrow raised. He wrinkles his nose.* WWHAT? THAT IT? *Fucking pls.* SIGNLESS: -Frowns and shrugs. What do YOU have any better ideas??- DUALSCAR: *Eyerolls SO HARD. He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms.* FOR ONE YE GOTTA MAKE SURE THEY DON'T GET THEIR LITTLE GRIPPERS ON ANYTHIN' DANGEROUS. GRUBS JUST EAT WWHATEVVER THE FUCK THEY COME OVVER, AN' SHOULD THAT BE SQUEAKBEAST POISON THEN YE MIGHT AS WWELL WWRITE THEIR GODDAMN EULOGY RIGHT NOWW. SIGNLESS: -A slight bit more frowning as he shoves food into his mouth again, grumbling around the fork- Well all thats pretty obvious, yeah. Its assumed that I would count that. DUALSCAR: I WWOULDN'T ASSUME JACK SHIT WWHEN IT COMES TA YER GOOD SENSE, SEEIN' AS I DON'T THINK YE HAVVE MUCH A ONE IN THE FIRST PLACE. SIGNLESS: -Swallows and scoffs.- You really are making it easy for me to want to walk out on this flimsy dinner date! DUALSCAR: *Raises eyebrows.* WWHO EVVER SAID ANYTHIN' ABOUT THIS BEIN' A DATE? SIGNLESS: God I'm kidding. -Snorts and places the empty container on the table.- Put those eyebrows down before they fly off. SIGNLESS: And quit insulting my parenting skills, I doubt you can do better. DUALSCAR: *Mgh.* COURSE YE WWERE. *Rolls eyes and waggles brows.* YER NOT THE BOSS A MY EYEBROWWS EITHER, JUST SO YE KNOWW. *Waggle waggle.* DUALSCAR: *Rests them brows though, and huffs.* OH REALLY? SHOWWS HOWW MUCH YE KNOWW. DUALSCAR: *Gets up from his seat and wanders over to his desk. Flips a picture around so that it is facing where Signless sits. It's a picture of a orange spotty grub, drooling on the pillow she is reclining on. Dualscar looking smug. That's (sorta) him potato.* SIGNLESS: -Now its his turn to raise eyebrows.- SIGNLESS: -Kasvik gets up and crosses the room to get a closer look at this drooling potato sack. She was all orange and spoty looking. Real adorable and a lot less angry looking then Sileas.- SIGNLESS: . . . .So thats Russet then? SIGNLESS: Hey wait that doesn't count you said she wasn't yours! DUALSCAR: *Looking real pleased with himself as Kasvik comes on over, though it soon turns to offense.* EXCUSE ME? DUALSCAR: A COURSE IT BLEEDIN' COUNTS. I LOOK OUT FOR HER ALL THE TIME! *Peeved fin flicks.* SIGNLESS: Then that makes you a. . .uh. . .whats the term? SIGNLESS: -Thinks for a moment- SIGNLESS: OH! -Snaps fingers and gestures between the photo and dualscar.- Grubsitter! Or something like it! SIGNLESS: Babysitter is a human term. SIGNLESS: But they do not sit on children, merely care for them in a temporary symbiotic nature. SIGNLESS: Usually in return for monetary value. DUALSCAR: *Okay, first of all how fucking dare you. His brows knit together, his mouth forming a hard line. He huffs through his teeth, fins pinning back.* DUALSCAR: I'M NOT SOME SORTA FUCKIN' SOCIAL WWORKER OR WWHATEVVER THE SHIT YER GOIN' ON ABOUT! DUALSCAR: I'M HELPIN' RAISIN' HER, WWITHOUT ANY FORM A PAYMENT, SO MAYBE YE OUGHT TA SHUT YER TRAP ABOUT THINGS YE HAVVE NO GRASP ABOUT. *He's glowering, arms crossed over his chest and gripping tightly at himself to keep from angrily gesturing everywhere.* SIGNLESS: -Oh whoops, apparently he had said the wrong thing.-

SIGNLESS: -Holds his hands up in surrender- Sorry. I didn't mean to offend or anything. Yes, I'm sure you wouldn't do it for any kind of payment other then the sweet reward of joy it brings. My bad, I was just attempting to discribe it with terms more akin to a species that happens to care for its young. DUALSCAR: SURE. *Huffs and flicks a fin, glaring off to the side.* DUALSCAR: *GRUMPS.* SIGNLESS: Aww, now you're grumping. DUALSCAR: *Eyes snap back to Kasvik.* WWHAT!? NO I AIN'T! *He definitely is.* SIGNLESS: Yes you are. Look at your face. You are making a grump face. DUALSCAR: *Frowns really hard.* I AIN'T MAKIN' ANY SORTA FACE. SIGNLESS: You certainly are.

SIGNLESS: If I had a mirror I would show you. DUALSCAR: *Frowns and reaches out to try and squish Kasvik's cheeks.* SIGNLESS: What are you--? -Oh well now his cheeks are being squished.- SIGNLESS: Hey! -Swats at the hands a bit- DUALSCAR: *Srsface.* YER THE ONE MAKIN' A FACE. *Squish squish.* DUALSCAR: *Is swatted, but doesn't move his hands regardless.* SIGNLESS: -UGH. His face is being squishes and he just scowls at Dualscar now, giving up on trying to free his cheeks. Its too late for him.- DUALSCAR: *Keeps having a serious face as he squishes those cheeks, eventually flicking a fin and looking amused.* DUALSCAR: YE REALLY SHOULD'A HAD A MIRROR FOR THIS, AYE. *Snickers.* SIGNLESS: -Well he wont stanned to bit squished AND mocked!- SIGNLESS: Oh really?? -Reaches forward and up to squish DUALSCARS cheeks- SIGNLESS: Hahahaha! Yeah I really should have. DUALSCAR: *Laughing to himself, then stops as his cheeks get squished in turn. He gives Kasvik the most deadpan of looks, and with one annoyed fin flick, he pinches his cheeks rather than squishing them.* SIGNLESS: OW!! SIGNLESS: -He pinches right back, only TWICE as hard.- DUALSCAR: *Frowntown, eyes narrowing at the pinching. He's a strong seadweller, he isn't going to say OW from some pinches, even if they DO kinda smart. He hooks a finger in the corner of Kasvik's mouth, pulling it to the side.* SIGNLESS: -Well if it wasn't ridiculous before it CERTAINLY was now.- SIGNLESS: By doingbn this'b 'eur'e gi'bing me permission to bite! -Its hard to talk with someone's finger in your mouth.- DUALSCAR: *Just raises a brow in challenge, yanking harder on his mouth.* SIGNLESS: OW'B!! -Okay that does it, he lets go of Dualscar's face and just holds onto the hands pinching and pulling his.- SIGNLESS: -He also starts to naw on the finger with dull teeth as promised.- DUALSCAR: *His cheeks are free, and he sure is looking smug about it. He won the battle, and he starts laughing, but soon cringes just a little. Gross. They weren't even proper sharp teeth.* EUGH. DUALSCAR: *Tries moving his hands away though Signless is holding onto them.* YER DISGUSTIN'. SIGNLESS: -Chomps a bit harder (Though not enough to really hurt the guy) before releasing Dualscar and wiping off the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.- SIGNLESS: Not the first time I've heard it. Keep your fingers out of my mouth. DUALSCAR: *Another cringe, though it's more gross than anything else. He's had beasts nearly bite his foot off, so this wasn't all that bad.* YE DON'T SAY? COLOR ME SURPRISED. DUALSCAR: *Moves his hands away, but goes to FLICK Kasvik on the nose with the finger he had chewed and drooled all over.* SIGNLESS: -Gross. He wipes away THAT pink slobbery mess on his nose and then wipes it off on Dualscar's shirt.- DUALSCAR: WWOWW. DUALSCAR: SOME FUCKIN' DINNER GUEST YER TURNIN' OUT TA BE. *Wipes gross mutant spit finger on Kasvik's shirt. HAHHHH!!!!* SIGNLESS: Well I DID grow up a cultureless, outlaw, with no real class. -He smiles smug like and just wipes at the spit on his shirt. It didnt bother him too much.- DUALSCAR: AN' I'LL BE DAMNED IF IT DOESN'T SHOWW. *Small scoff in attempts to hide the slight smile. It's strange really. He couldn't say their wrigglerhoods had been the same, but those words certainly applied to his own as well. Up until )(ic had taken an interest in him, he'd never really been anything that might be considered "classy". Probably weren't still, honestly.* SIGNLESS: -Maybe they were from two different worlds (And Frankly if Dualscar ever tried to verbally compare the two Signless would throw himself off a cliff) but the isolation and poverty was not something that could only be limited to one person's experience.- SIGNLESS: Heh. DUALSCAR: *Goes on over to the table to get a napkin. Gonna wipe this drool off. He flicks a fin at the "heh".* WWHAT? SIGNLESS: You're being all relaxed around me again. Its nice. Thats "WWHAT." DUALSCAR: *For a second there is a lapse in his movement, and he glances backward. Though his attention is soon back on getting this drool off. He shrugs with a small huff.* WWASN'T I ALWWAYS? YER JUST BAD AT READIN' PEOPLE. SIGNLESS: Always? No not always. Remember at one point you headbutted me and nearly broke my nose. Hahah. But no I mean recently. You've just seem a bit withdrawn. But now we are acting like we were before- -hesitates to even bring up Mikkev and the grand highblood- well before that thing happened, and its great. DUALSCAR: *Flicks the drool napkin to the table.* THAT DON'T COUNT. YE WWERE BEIN' UNREASONABLE.    DUALSCAR: *He turns around, leaning his hands back on the table. 'That thing' makes him raise a brow, even when he knows what he means. He knows it well, but he will refuse.* DON'T KNOWW WWHAT YER TALKIN' ABOUT KASVVIK. I'M AS OPEN AS EVVER. SIGNLESS: -He wont go any further into it either. He isn't that dumb.- SIGNLESS: You sure are. DUALSCAR: *Cracks a smile to make this less awkward. Gestures back to the table.* WWERE YE DONE? SIGNLESS: -Smiles back and nods.- Yeah, I was. You certainly are a good cook. DUALSCAR: *Snorts.* GLAD TA HEAR SOMEONE IS BLESSED WWITH GOOD FUCKIN' SENSE AROUND HERE. *Since Kas is done he is going to tuck stuff away in the tupperware again though.* SIGNLESS: Oh man, careful I think you just said I had good sense! DUALSCAR: DID I? YE MUST BE HEARIN' THINGS. *Amused huff.* SIGNLESS: -Trots on over to him- Nuh uh, you sir said it! I heard it! DUALSCAR: YER DELUSIONAL. *Puts a hand to his forehead when he came on over.* FEVVER, DEFINITELY. SIGNLESS: -Rolls his eyes and smirks at him- My blood is pretty warm, are you sure you aren't just trying to hold me to your highblood standards. DUALSCAR: *Keeps his hand there for a lil longer than nessecary probably. Snorts.* NOWW WWHY WWOULD I GO AN' DO SOMETHIN' LIKE THAT? *Moves his hand away.* SIGNLESS: Well obviously because you have no clue about the warmer castes' anatomy. DUALSCAR: AN' YE SOUND SO VVERY SURE A THAT. *Snorts, putting food away.* SIGNLESS: -Goes and sits himself in the chair again, watching this happen. If he is asked to help he will- Yeah I'm pretty sure of it. DUALSCAR: *Raises a brow.* YE HONESTLY WWANNA HEAR ABOUT MY OWWN SEXCAPADES? IS THAT WWHAT YER TRYIN' TA MAKE HAPPEN HERE. SIGNLESS: -Snorts- Sexcapades?? Oh my god is that some new term people are using now and days?? DUALSCAR: *Eyeroll.* YE NEED TA WWORK ON YER VVOCABULARY. SIGNLESS: My vocabulary is just fine, I just have never heard someone say "Sexcapades." DUALSCAR: THEN YE CLEARLY HAVVEN'T BEEN AROUND THE RIGHT KINDA PEOPLE. SIGNLESS: Oh?? -Snickers- Sorry I've been around a very limited group of people for most of my life. SIGNLESS: Are you saying they aren't the right kind of people? -Raises a brow, having a great time- DUALSCAR: GRAVVE MISTAKE ON YER PART THEN. DUALSCAR: THOUGH RECKON THAT GROUP WWAS JUST TRYIN' TA KEEP YER INNOCENT PAN PURE A SUCH TALK. *Side eyes at.* YER MOM FOR INSTANCE. RECKON SHE HAS SOME STORIES TA TELL. *She's hot, he's not gonna lie.* SIGNLESS: -Don't think about his mom like that.- SIGNLESS: "Innocent pure pan??" I bet I lost it sooner then you did. DUALSCAR: *Thinks about his mom like that.* DUALSCAR: YER MIND? OH, NO DOUBT ABOUT IT. *Guffaws.* SIGNLESS: Hah. Hah. Hah. SIGNLESS: -Gives him that "Well aren't you HILARIOUS" look- DUALSCAR: OH COME ON. THAT WWAS A GOOD ONE. SIGNLESS: So was the hillarious story I was going to tell you, but now I wont. -Crosses his arms. You lost out on his young adulthood escapades.- DUALSCAR: *Eyerolls.* AN' HOWW I MOURN THAT LOSS. SIGNLESS: -Stands up.- You'll never get to know, I guess. What a shame. -Checks the time.- Well, thank you for dinner, but I might have to consider leaving before too long. I don't want to leave the others with Sileas the whole night. DUALSCAR: GUESS I'LL JUST HAVVE TA USE MY IMAGINATION INSTEAD. *Makes eyebrows at him, then blinks.* OH. DUALSCAR: *Fiddles with the tupperware boxes.* YER WWELCOME. DUALSCAR: MH. I CAN'T EAT ALL A THIS SHIT, SO. DUALSCAR: WWOULD YE WWANT TA BRING SOMETHIN' WWITH YE? SILEAS CAN EAT IT IF NOTHIN' ELSE. SIGNLESS: Oh! Well yes thank you. I'd appreciate that. Sometimes its impossible to get him to go out to the cafeteria. He doesn't like changing locations, you see. SIGNLESS: -Dualscar is such a great guy.- DUALSCAR: *He's not, but someone thinking so is nice.* DUALSCAR: STUBBORN LIL SHIT THEN. DUALSCAR: SOUNDS FAMILIAR. *Amused snort, giving Kas a pointed look as he hands him the boxes of food.* SIGNLESS: -Wrinkles his nose and takes the food.- Don't give me that look, I'm not the only one raising him. And he isn't even my decedent. -That is probably karkat.- SIGNLESS: -By whatever miracle- DUALSCAR: *"That look" intensifies.* SIGNLESS: You stop that. DUALSCAR: *Keeps giving him that look, then waggles eyebrows.* SIGNLESS: I'm leaving, oh my god. -Except he isn't quite yet, he is just rolling his eyes and being dramatic- DUALSCAR: *Chinhands on the table and makes more eyebrows.* AN' YET YER STILL HERE. SIGNLESS: Because I wanted to say a propper goodbye first. So. Goodbye! -Turns on his heel and leaves, but not before calling out his thanks again before the door closes-

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SIGNLESS: *Alright SO THINGS HAPPENED THE OTHER DAY. Like zero gravity and power outages. Also his fellow mutant passing out in a pool of his own blood for nO REAL OBVIOUS REASON?! Answer all the questions (Or all he could anyways) hadn't made him feel anymore at ease about what had happened. Signless was on his way to visit Karkat in the infirmary to check on him, and also get maybe some more clear informa

SIGNLESS: tion about what had happened. So into the infirmary he goes.*

SIGNLESS: *Karkat better be okay. Or else. . . well Signless is just going to be really bummed out.*

KARKAT: *When he does enter Karkat is there talking to the guard that's in charge while he's "on-leave". She's listening to him but looking at him like "cheif plz". He looks fine to be honest, sitting up in his bed in a change of clothes and just telling her all of the things about yesterday even though she'd probably knew more than he did because she SAW the damn thing from the ship but still nodding*

KARKAT: *Once he sees Signless he kind of wraps it up though and lets her do her job though he wants her to keep him updated on everything that happens as they get more information*

SIGNLESS: *Can he bring flowers? He brough flowers. He's an ambassador he can get flowers if he wants to get flowers okay??* . . . . . . . *He waits on the sidelines to be sure they are finished. And when they are he just casually stepped over and held out the small bouquet of yellow and white petal buds to him.* So if I'd known you would take me winning so badly, I would have thrown the fight.

KARKAT: *Are those flowers*....*He doesn't. Um. Alright. He's taking those, they're pretty but he doesn't have a vase, dammit* THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN DURING THE FIGHT.

KARKAT: I WAS GOING FOR THE WHOLE, ELEMENT OF SURPRISE.

KARKAT: LOOKS LIKE MY SHEER FORCE OF WILL TACTIC SPRUNG UP A LITTLE TOO LATE.

SIGNLESS: *Let them wilt then. He really doesn't care. Signless looks him over a bit, and nothing seems to be giving away a tell tail sign of death, so thats good.* I wouldn't recomend you keep trying to train it. . .What exactly happened? I don't remember hitting you in the face, or knocking your head? I told the medical staff that it could have happened at one point without my knowlege, but. . .

KARKAT: *NO, he will not let them wilt. Maybe, he'll get to it.* UGH.

KARKAT: THE UNIVERSE IS IN NO SHORT OF SURPRISES REALLY.

KARKAT: *How does he even begin to explain what was told to him???*

SIGNLESS: *He can start by starting.* Apparently not. But seriously, do I get to know why my gym clothes are now much more colorful?

KARKAT: YES, CHRIST. LET ME JUST GET MY SHIT TOGETHER. *rubs his forehead because it wasn't going to be fun especially knowing this guy* A BLOOD VESSEL IN MY HEAD APPARENTLY RUPTURED.

KARKAT: BASICALLY.

SIGNLESS: . . . .You're kidding. *He looks pretty deadpanned right now. Is Karkat fucking with him here? Because its only a bit funny, not enough to make it worth it though.*

KARKAT: *Stares right back, Vantases deadpanning*

SIGNLESS: *All this deadpanning.* So. . . .did you actually do it on purpose?

KARKAT: NOT REALLY NO BUT IT'D MAKE FOR A GREAT PARTY TRICK.

SIGNLESS: Only if it was a hallows eve party, my fucking god. But why did it rupture?? The blood vessel thing that is.

KARKAT: UH.

SIGNLESS: Was it an injury? Or disease?? Uh. How do they even- . . .what causes them to rupture? *He doesn't know these things.*

SIGNLESS: *Karkat he is very curious about your health.*

KARKAT: *Piss off Signless jfc* IT WAS MORE, BECAUSE OF AN ANEURYSM. APPARENTLY.

SIGNLESS: Wait, thats the thing you are always threatening having. *He narrows his eyes a tiny bit.* . . .Are you sure this wasn't planned?

KARKAT: YOU GOT ME.

KARKAT: IT REALLY WAS.

KARKAT: THAT WAY WHEN I DIED IT WOULD'VE BEEN ON YOU ASSHOLES TO NOT LOOK INTO IT.

SIGNLESS: How selfish, Vantas, for shame. You do not deserve those flowers.

KARKAT: TELL ME ABOUT IT.

SIGNLESS: *He wont take your flowers though. He's not terrible.* Alright, joking aside. An aneurysm? So thats when a . . .blood vessel reptures? Or bursts? Well, learn something new every day.

SIGNLESS: Is it serious?

KARKAT: MORE LIKE WHEN IT'S SWELLING AND WEAK ENOUGH TO POP.

KARKAT: IT WAS SERIOUS WHEN IT HAPPENED AND I GUESS I CAUGHT A "LUCKY BREAK" THAT IT DRAINED.

KARKAT: AND IT'S SERIOUS ENOUGH TO KEEP ME HERE FOR EXAMINATION BUT MOST OF THE SHIT SHOW'S ALREADY HAPPENED.

SIGNLESS: Jesus fuck. *He breathed out in relief. Still that sounded pretty bad.*

SIGNLESS: Thank god you're lucky then.

SIGNLESS: Our blood type is pretty much an endangered species, we can afford to lose one.

SIGNLESS: Wait no, that came out wrong.

SIGNLESS: Uh.

SIGNLESS: *He should not be allowed to talk to people who are sick.*

KARKAT: *just waves his hand* WHATEVER.

KARKAT: *sick burn Karkat, so sick*

SIGNLESS: *How does one hold a bedside manner. Who knows. Not him.* Were they able to repair anything? Can they even repair a blood vessel?

KARKAT: GIVEN THAT I'M NOT BLEEDING ANYMORE I GUESS THAT IT'S FINE.

SIGNLESS: How long would it have kept bleeding otherwise?

KARKAT: FUCK! FOR ALL I KNOW IT COULD'VE STOPPED ON IT'S OWN.

KARKAT: I WASN'T AWAKE! I CAN'T GIVE YOU A STEP-BY-STEP PROCESS ON THE WHOLE FUCKING AFFAIR!

SIGNLESS: Right. Right sorry. . .

KARKAT: *sighs and waves his hand AGAIN* WHATEVER. IT'S FINE.

SIGNLESS: Well I wouldn't say its fine persay. You did nearly. . .can you die from that? I think you can. I ASSUME you can. Can you? I don't know alot about this.

KARKAT: *So very deadpanned* YES.

KARKAT: YES YOU CAN.

SIGNLESS: Then yeah, thats not fine thats more like a close call.

KARKAT: YEAH. I'M AWARE. *his hand his getting so very familiar with his face right now*

SIGNLESS: *No don't do that.* Vantas, dont do that! You might cause another one!!

SIGNLESS: *kARKAT WE MAY BE DELICATE FLOWERS YOU NEVER KNOW.*

KARKAT: *snaps* WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!!

KARKAT: I CAN TOUCH MY OWN FUCKING FACE AS MUCH AS I WANT!!

KARKAT: I'M NOT GOING TO TIP-TOE AND SUDDENLY CHAN-HHHHHHHHH- *huffs*

KARKAT: *shuts up*

KARKAT: *folds arms and leans back*

SIGNLESS: *He splays his palms infront of himself in a submissive display.* Alright alright, sorry for showing concern. Also don't make noises like that, it sounds like your head is about to blow up again.

KARKAT: UGH, SHUT UP.

SIGNLESS: Sorry. Again.

KARKAT: *He's just unnerved about generally everything going on* ... THANKS FOR BEING CONCERNED AND THE FLOWERS.

KARKAT: WHEREVER YOU GOT THEM FROM.

SIGNLESS: *They could be plastic who knows. Karkat don't look at them too closely.* You're welcome. I just figured I should probably come check on you.

SIGNLESS: But it seems like you're fine, and I just over reacted and all that.

SIGNLESS: *Akward side glancing because he feels awkward. He though you were gonna' die Karkat.*

KARKAT: YEAH... DEFINTELY NOT DEAD. *He's still processing that he could've died, and also processing that something so goddamn weird happened with everyone else*

SIGNLESS: Well, I'm really glad about that.

SIGNLESS: But I'll let you relax and everything.

SIGNLESS: And probably go.

SIGNLESS: *He shuffles a bit away from Karkat's bed.*

KARKAT: YEAH. LATER.

SIGNLESS: So long. *He absconds. He should just stop trying to visit sick people. It hasn't ended well whenever he does.*