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towerofanimus2011-07-15 02:15 pm
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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.
crying at how hideously late these tags are...
God fucking damn it, whoever had this indescribably shithive idea needs to send me back before the universe shits all over itself again.
[He had things to do damn it!]
psshaaaw I love backtagging. Besides. >> LJ was down...
... The moment I find a way to send us all back, you'll be the first to know.
[ ... It's obvious, though his words are even, you can tell by the small narrowing of his eyes and his honest tone that Minato is truly determined to not only do that, exactly, but means every single word with entire sincerity. ]