Open like a bar on a friday night

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Characters: Bluekat, Terezi, and YOU AND YOU AND YOU
Setting: Dormitory hallways
Format: Action to start, but I'll match!
Summary: Karkat is half-losing his mind hearing the voices of people that shouldn't be there, and Terezi's barely helping the situation.
Warnings: One possibly loud cerulean blood.

[Karkat is really not ok with this. Any of this.

Terezi's company was enough to keep him from Utterly Flipping His Shit like he had upon meeting her in the halls, but it wasn't entirely comforting (especially with that blue smear on her outfit). Chances are anyone in the hallways will hear him before they actually spot the pair of them.]

Look, I'm not saying that other shit isn't possible, but it's the most obvious fucking explanation, ok? I feel like I'm sleepwalking here -- like if I trip hard enough, I'll tumble into some proverbial abyss with sharp rocks at the bottom. Maybe some weird symbolism following me on the way down!

All I'm saying is that this is way too fucking creepy to be real life. Period. Done. Finite.

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[tortileghostwriter]

[Okay, he's almost thinking immediately that it's that other Karkat with Maryam's blood--not that he knows what Karkat looks like, but he knows a troll's looks and who else but Karkat but then he notices the VISION EIGHTFOLD and the fact that he immediately took him for who he was. Have an incredibly facetious and put-on expression and tone, KK.]

Vantas! Oh, I had so wondered when you might arrive. Dealing with these phantasms in the dark was bad enough, but then you arrive! How I'd longed for your presence, perhaps to give our timeline some extra weight here if nothing else.

[yeah you're one of the last people he wanted to see, but he'll take you over theirs. He drops the bullshit, or at least dials it back a considerable amount.]

What of the others?

[A quick look at the other one. Teal. Not Feferi, judging from her reaction. Their Terezi, then. That can wait.]

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Yeah yeah, bluh bluh bluh, fuck you, Lalonde. I'm not in the fucking mood for your hoofbeast shit. I've been walking around this tower for hours waiting to fall through the god damn floor or out a window or something equally stupid.

[He takes a deep breath.]

I have no idea what you're talking about. Terezi is the only one I've seen since I got here.

[He thumbs at her briefly and glances at her.]

Wait. Your human? You poor fucking miserable soul.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She lets out a huff and totally tunes out half of what David is rambling about.]

Not this one. Dave Strider. He isn't wordy and arrogant and obnoxious.

[She leans forward, sniffing at David audibly.]

Lalonde, huh?

[tortileghostwriter]

[Yeah, he'll cut the shit for now.]

I was more referring to our timeline, not the over-represented aberration that continues rearing its head.

[If he's cognizant of that referring to present company, he doesn't acknowledge it.]

Hah. Strider may not share my penchant for loquaciousness, but he's quite arrogant and obnoxious. I can't say I'd place much stock in where you get your information, Pyrope.

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Nope. This chick is the only one I've seen since I woke up.

[Side-glancing to Terezi.]

Strider, huh? The Strider I know is a fuckwad too. So I doubt you, Pyrope.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She wrinkles her nose and elbows Karkat in the side.]

Jegus, is it too much to ask for a version of you that knows how to treat the ladies?

[BUT BACK TO THE SUBJECT OF DAVE.]

Maaaaybe. But cool kids are allowed to be arrogant!