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[gloomyapoplectic]

Characters: [AU1] Kanaya Maryam and [OU] Vriska Serket, closed
Setting: Cafeteria, forward-dated to close to the end of the event
Format: Action?
Summary: Delicious peanut butter filling and Horrible Ideas.
Warnings: Blood, gore, eventual dismemberment of notable degree, and gleeful enthusiasm about all of the above. Also slow, painful x2 character death combo. Maybe language too, idk man???

[As distrustful as she was of the Tower's food after the multiple embarrassing incidents over the days, she was reminded just how much of a Bad Idea it was to flat-out not eat anything after an attempt to avoid doing so far a couple of days. It was painful and made her weak, and weird food or not, Kanaya couldn't afford to be weak with Feferi still roaming around.

So she's really reluctantly spooning herself some of the "oatmeal" provided by the tower, remembering it to be quite plain from her first days here. They wouldn't use this to poison their residents, surely? Granted, she can't tell if the packaging is the same, and she'd never really had this stuff on Alternia, if they had an equivalent. She'd just hope for the best.]

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[fabricates]

[These past few days have been weird. She's been lying low the last few days trying to keep out trouble, with that stupid heart shoved deeply into the freezer with Tavros' legs. She'd honestly forgotten about them until she'd had another body part to hide. And really, that's a pretty disturbing thought. She guess after a few days that she can spare leaving her room. Maybe the madness is over. She's starving, and she knows she needs to find food for Spidermom again soon.

So she heads down to the cafeteria first to get food for herself, because as far as she's concerned, Karkat's lusus can fucking waiting another hour or two. Or twenty-four as it would be. She's got a similar idea, going for the oatmeal. Once she's got her bowl, she eyes the room warily for signs of craziness. What she finds is Kanaya. Well, not her Kanaya. But the other one. She seems sane enough, though. So she takes a seat next to her.]

Hey Fussyfangs.

[gloomyapoplectic]

[Oh, it's the other Vriska. Thankfully Kanaya has become mostly jaded to the disappointment that arises in tandem with the cerulean doppelganger. She manages a polite smile, despite herself.]

Hello Vriska. [She prods lazily at her oatmeal from her seat at one of the tables.] How are you today?

[fabricates]

Great! Why wouldn't I be? I mean, you shouldn't even need to ask. I look as great as I am.

[That's a lie. She looks like she hasn't slept or eaten, which is the gist of it. She leans over her oatmeal to take a bite.]

[gloomyapoplectic]

[It was a courtesy question, but with that kind of defensive response, Kanaya shifts to get a better look at Vriska.

...wow, she looks terrible.]

I was merely curious. This is not the ideal place of residence to be confined to.

[She, too, raises her spoon to sample her oatmeal following that statement. It doesn't taste as bland as last time. She must have grabbed the wrong kind. Oh well.]

[fabricates]

[For her part, Vriska makes a face. It tastes sweet, and she doesn't like it. Still, she's hungry so she takes another bite sourly.]

This place isn't that bad! I've been here long enough to be used to it by now.