towerofanimus | Definitely not a "vurp" and definitely not something she wants to taste

Characters: Vanellope and anyone who's willing to talk to a brat with dirty hair!
Setting: First floor cafeteria.
Format: Either or! I'll be starting with action, but I'll follow your lead if you want something else.
Summary: Vanellope has discovered that she has to eat oatmeal and she is not amused.
Warnings: May be vaguely spoilerish if you haven't seen Wreck-It Ralph yet. Also, Vanellope gives inappropriate nicknames.

_{[This day was already turning out to be way weirder than Vanellope wanted to deal with. The last thing she remembered-- those creepy bugs coming out of the ground, and a crash, and Ralph yelling, and then--

...waking up here, and finding that weird note. Luckily the words were all simple enough for her to understand. Unluckily... the words were all simple enough for her to understand. No way could Sugar Rush have been destroyed! Glitches couldn't leave their game, right? And... and...

But those bugs, A small, nagging voice in the back of her mind whispered. Remember those bugs?

She didn't want to deal with it.

Another thing she didn't want to deal with? The jumpsuits. Uh, hello? Totally not her style! Her hoodie was much better racer material, thank you. She'd changed clothes and grabbed a handful of candy from her trunk ASAP.

Exploring the tower was something she definitely needed to do. She found herself at the bottom floor cafeteria more quickly than she would have thought - idly bringing a piece of licorice up to her lips to chew on, she passes through the doors.

A moment later, just after swallowing, she gags. Both hands fly up to her mouth and she makes a dash for the nearest trash can, jumping up to empty her stomach into it.]}

What--?!

_{[When the vomiting subsides, she hops back down onto the floor and eyes the licorice suspiciously.]}

...bad licorice.

_{[With that, she pops a mint into her mouth. A moment later, she has to jump back up to the edge of the trash can. This is not okay. She's sure she could have some fun with it if it didn't make her stomach hurt so bad... but it does hurt. And it's not just one or two candies. She's trying it out with everything she's got, and the result's the same every time. Finally, she collapses on the ground next to the trash can, her face a little green.]}

This really stinks!

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...you're just asking for it, Mister!

[He'd better be ready to come at her full force, because she's running at him and... yup! She's just munched down on some candy and is trying to make sure she's projectile-vomiting at him rather than anyone else in the cafeteria.]

Stop telling me what to do!

[ oh god. it's on. have you ever met Gamzee Makara? this is his moirail, whom he loves with the deepest of pale passions. this troll is one that Karkat has bathed, groomed, given first aid to, and hugs despite the fact the guy has a husk deep fear of anything that has to do with bathing.

you really think he's going to turn and scream with a girl threatening to vomit on him? nope. not really. ]

Grubfucking little -

[ one wrong move, kiddo. it's all it's going to take for Karkat to flip his bowl of oatmeal onto that dirty, sticky hair. ]

Why you--

[Going for another round of projectile vomiting would be considered a "wrong move," right? If so, Vanellope will find herself with a bowl of oatmeal upended onto her head. She blinks a few times, brings a hand up to push the bowl up from her face so she can peek out at him.

A glob of the icky stuff drips down her cheek and then splatters onto the ground by her foot.

Her tongue darts out to taste some and she makes a face. Ew. But then she brings her other hand up to scrape some away from her face and... hurls it in his direction, giggling.

Messy food fights? Kids love that, and Vanellope is a perpetual kid.]

[ Karkat's able to laugh at his success and that expression, but not for too long. the stuff hits him square in the face and his laughter dies. hear that, kid? that is most definitely the growl of an irritated troll.

food fight? oh yes. he can do a food fight. but that means running to gather up more ammo. ]

You have no fucking idea what you just got yourself into, brat.

More like you don't know what you just got yourself into, Mister!

[Except her words come out a little garbled, because in her rush to get some ammo of her own, she's glitched all the way to a vat of oatmeal. She picks up a ladle, looks at Karkat, and grins.]

Ready or not, here I come~!

[She was here, she was there, she was flinging oatmeal everywhere! ...I feel really sorry for anyone whose job it is to clean this up.]

[ oh dear fucking god what is this tom fuckery? Karkat is picking up a tray to use as a shield. this would be so much more disturbing if it had been sopor, but thankfully food is just that. food.

but it's easy to go out and get other items other than the shitty oatmeal. like apples or oranges. what's fighting fair anyway? ALL SORTS OF MEALS CAN BE PREPARED HERE. better use it to his advantage. forget the oat meal. Karkat is snatching things like eggs to throw back.

Karkat's just swearing because his luck is shitty. of course he'd have to be picked on by a kid with some kind of psionic abilities? fucking... ARGH!

[She laughs triumphantly as Karkat has to resort to using a tray as a shield. Score! She feels like she's winning! She--

--just got hit in the face with an egg and has gone tumbling backwards, slamming hard into the ground. There's a faint glitching, but only a little bit, nothing significant. She sits up and wipes the yolk from her face, then scampers over to pick up some of the fixings for nutrition bars. She figures the flaky ... whatever it is will stick well to him.

Now, where is he...? She peeks out from behind one of the counters cautiously, both her hands curled over her ammo.]

[ HA HA! got the little runt.

now with all of the stealth a Knight of Blood can muster, Karkat snatches a container of mashed potatoes. hopefully whoever made them won't mind. well, even if they do? fuck them. this is important.

he pays no mind to what Vanellope is getting. only that she is about to turn and face him at the counter. grinning, a hand scoops up the substance and, yes yes he does, in fact, throw it point blank at her face. ]

HA!

[ASDFGHJKL

MASHED POTATOES TO THE FACE]

You...

[She can't wipe her face entirely because she's not ready to let go of her nutrition flakes just yet. So she jumps up - glitches again - and comes just behind him, hurling the flakes into his hair]

Take that!

[She crows a little triumphantly before scampering off again to find more food. What other messes can they make...?!]

[ well give him a moment to recover from that. because kid, you really thought that would be cool? sure, where the oatmeal is... yeah they're stuck there. in his hair?

he can just brush that shit off.

but he has no idea what direction that shit faced brat has run off in. glaring ( and maybe coupled with some growling ), Karkat takes off to find the kid. ]

[Run run run, as fast as you can, you can't catch me I'm the--

Yeah, no. The little brat's just around the corner, up against the wall and trying to make herself look as small as possible. She's hoping Karkat'll run right on by so she can double back and snag some more mashed potatoes.]

Definitely not a "vurp" and definitely not something she wants to taste

i won't! ..vanellope makes no such promise though..

yes, this is what i thought

i can tell these two are gonna be ~great friends~

see, this is what i had hoped for

you have wonderful hopes

inappropriate name bros need to be friends, man

forever and always just think of the trouble they can cause

i love your mind

and i am quite fond of yours

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