so come on and give me your worst

[luckout]

Character: Vriska and you
Setting: Room 3-01 and then all around the tower
Format: I'll match you!
Summary: Vriska's just arrived and she's Upset. So she's going to go exploring to see what this place is all about.
Warnings: Language, Vriska is her own warning

[She didn't remember falling asleep. She'd been talking to John and Tavros, catching the alpha John up on what was going down with Lord English. Someone had been approaching, the Peixes look a like, she was pretty sure. So how had she ended up in this stark room unable to move? Nothing about it felt like a dream bubble, and she'd seen her fair share of people's memories and none had ever looked like this. It was no sooner that the paralysis wore off that she had scrambled off the human sleeping square and began looking around the room. Four beds. A communal respiteblock? She hadn't signed up for this crap. The notes caught her attention next, and she sat down to read them. Wow, if that wasn't the most useless information she'd ever read. How far behind were they? Alternia being gone was old news. This was stupid.]

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[There was no point in wasting time, so Vriska had left her room as quickly as she could to go exploring. It was a new place, and nothing she was familiar with which didn't sit well with her. She was usually the one with all the knowledge and information. All of it. And all she knew about this place was that it apparently ran on bullshit if the letters were anything to go by. She was apparently supposed to go to the cafeteria and eat oatmeal, but that was the last thing she had in mind to do. Judging from the amount of stairs she'd already climbed she had a lot of ground to cover before she needed to worry about eating something. She's alert and on the lookout for anything suspicious, or even other people. If the placards on the rooms were anything to go by, this place was full of other people, like a hivestem? She'd hit up one of the terminals she'd seen later once she'd done some reconnaissance and gotten a proper feel for this place. Vriska Serket didn't do unprepared.]

Comments

[caliginous]

You're back.

[If Vriska were to look to her other side, she would find a somewhat familiar face. Familiar in the fact that it was Karkat, but very clearly not Karkat. Karkat if he were also somehow Vriska. His arms are folded a little lazily, hip cocked to one side and a soft stare of exhaustion mixed with a hint of pity.]

Not that you'd remember.

[He doesn't appear to be in a hurry to approach her. He's clearly cold, as his limbs shake a little in the crisp air of the tower every now and then, but unlike everyone else, it seems he's managed to avoid the plague floating around.]

[luckout]

[Vriska spins on her foot to look at him as soon as he speaks. For a minute she thought it was Karkat, and she was going to go off on a rant about the fact that no she hasn't actually been here before, but then the vision eightfold registers and the air about him that is distinctly not all Karkat and she's immediately tense.]

First of all, Vantas, your pan must be rotting because I've never seen this place before so I can't be "back". [In enclosure talons and everything.] Second, what's with the eye? Did you envy me so much that you wanted to be me? No offense, but it really doesn't suit you.

[caliginous]

Yes, Serket, clearly I willed this monstrosity into existence with my mind. I was pining after you so much that my protein orb spontaneously combusted and re-birthed this piece of shit in its place.

[Karkat's deadpan is palpable. Still, she's not sneezing all over the place, so maybe he can get a better look at her.

Her eyes look different. Its troubling him.]

I could ask you the same question, Spiderella.

[luckout]

Who knows, maybe you're stupid enough to actually draw on your eye. I wouldn't really put that level of idiocy past you.

[She shrugs.]

My eyes? It's what happens when you die.

[caliginous]

Clearly cause of death was blunt force trauma to the thinkpan.

[His lower lip curled and his arms folded again, high on his chest. At least his armpits would keep his hands warm.]

We share a blood color, get used to it, I'm not going through the spiel again.

[luckout]

Cause of death was a coward stabbing me in the back, but nice try.

[She's really not that bothered by the cold, so she's a little smug when he seems to be freezing his ass off over there.]

Too bad, you're going to have to go through the spiel, because that sounds like a bunch of bullshit.

[caliginous]

Why? You won't believe me anyway.

[He sees that smug look, but he doesn't seem to care. Any other day, maybe, but he had been enduring it for the entire month. Caring is something he is currently beyond.]

[luckout]

Try me, Vantas. I've seen a lot of crazy shit in my life and death.