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towerofanimus2011-07-15 02:15 pm
Entry tags:
MEANWHILE, IN THE VERY RECENT PAST
Characters: THE DUDES OF ROOM 1-14, and I guess whoever passes by? :|a
Setting: Room 1-14, before this thread on the network.
Format: Prose, but we can action if you guys want! Whatever works bros.
Summary: Minato is such a lucky guy to have such wonderful roomies.
Warnings: Language, idk what else. WE SHALL SEE.
After falling down a flight of stairs with an unconscious Sollux in tow, Karkat could only assume he'd knocked himself out on the landing. Even worse, when he finally woke up, he couldn't move. Had he managed to fucking paralyze himself in the fall? Because that would be just wonderful.
Wait, no. After those dreadful minutes of sleep paralysis, his eyelids finally obeyed him enough to open and reveal--SURPRISE--a gray ceiling. He sat up slowly hands digging into the soft padded thing he was laying on. What the hell was he doing on a human bed? A glance to the rest of the room assured him that he wasn't alone, if the sound of breathing hadn't already given that away.
This wasn't the troll's hideout on the Veil. Things were too clean, too tidy. No random piles of useless shit as far as he could see. There hadn't been a room like this, either, not that he remembered.
So, where was this? Did Jack arrive and stick them in some random place instead of kill them? Seemed highly unlikely, considering the bastard's glee for killing.
"Fuck, does this mean I'm dead?" He looked at his hands, as if they held the answer to his questions, unsurprisingly finding no such thing.
Setting: Room 1-14, before this thread on the network.
Format: Prose, but we can action if you guys want! Whatever works bros.
Summary: Minato is such a lucky guy to have such wonderful roomies.
Warnings: Language, idk what else. WE SHALL SEE.
After falling down a flight of stairs with an unconscious Sollux in tow, Karkat could only assume he'd knocked himself out on the landing. Even worse, when he finally woke up, he couldn't move. Had he managed to fucking paralyze himself in the fall? Because that would be just wonderful.
Wait, no. After those dreadful minutes of sleep paralysis, his eyelids finally obeyed him enough to open and reveal--SURPRISE--a gray ceiling. He sat up slowly hands digging into the soft padded thing he was laying on. What the hell was he doing on a human bed? A glance to the rest of the room assured him that he wasn't alone, if the sound of breathing hadn't already given that away.
This wasn't the troll's hideout on the Veil. Things were too clean, too tidy. No random piles of useless shit as far as he could see. There hadn't been a room like this, either, not that he remembered.
So, where was this? Did Jack arrive and stick them in some random place instead of kill them? Seemed highly unlikely, considering the bastard's glee for killing.
"Fuck, does this mean I'm dead?" He looked at his hands, as if they held the answer to his questions, unsurprisingly finding no such thing.

of course he'd wake up with the shades on
Shitty afterlife doesn't even begin to describe what I think this is right now, Strider.
[He drolls out, voice at a growl that might've been from being quieter than he usually is. He knows Dave won't recognize him, or his voice, but he sure as fuck recognizes Dave.]
Well of course
So which one of my endless amount of alien stalkers are you?
/tags 10 days later sob
I can tell you're even more charming in person. Excuse me while I express my deep and moving appreciation for you basically insulting my very appearance. [There is absolutely no appreciation to be found here.]
I'm the "alien stalker" [air quotation marks] that doesn't understand why he's waking up in a room with a smug shitstain like you.
How the flying grubfuck are even here right now?