001; nope nope nope

[2ciion]

Characters: Sollux and Fushimi, then later Sollux and YOU!
Setting: Room 2-18 and environs
Format: Action tag for the bit with Fushimi; I'd prefer it but I'll match for the open portion
Summary: The two new people in room 2-18 wake up and get acquainted. Then Sollux goes on a Karkat Hunt.
Warnings: Probably cursing. Possibly talk of death/wanting to die.

[For Fushimi]

[By the time Fushimi awakes, Sollux has been conscious for a good twenty minutes. It's clear that he's found the notes explaining his situation because his assigned section of the room looks like it's been ransacked. The bed has been stripped and the sheets are in a pile on the floor, along with the pillow, which has a few punctures in it (the problem with screaming into a pillow when you're a troll with already-prominent fangs is that you tend to leave holes). Sollux is now sitting on the edge of the stripped bed, head in his hands.]

Thith ith fucking thtupid. I didn't do anything wrong.

[He hasn't yet noticed he has conscious company.]

[Open]

[Clearly the only way to get a better handle on this steaming load of bullshit is to explore. The more he knows about where he is the more he'll be able to understand about why he's there.

Really, though, he's searching for someone specific. It's awful to hope that he's here, Sollux knows, because that would mean that he too was undeserving of happiness, and Sollux refuses to believe that. Karkat was a wonderful troll, the best troll. Still, he needs a moirail something fierce right now, even if he knows it's pathetic and selfish. He's wandering around the second dormitory floor, hoping that perhaps if he shouts loud enough it'll manage to summon the loud little tealblood.]

KK? KK!

[He looks a wreck, his messy hair even more wild than normal, the makeup around his eyes smeared. If anyone ever needed to be told to calm his ass down, it's this guy.]

Comments

[papshooshing]

[ Karkat sets aside the controller, leaning on the arm of the couch. at first he rolls his eyes. sounds like typical Captor mutterings under stress, but he has no real basis for comparison. ]

And mine isn't particularly the jealous kind... Unless I'm chatting it up with a certain jade blooded Ampora and a human version of himself.

[ only the human Gamzee might be out of some jealousy. Eridan because they like to see who can bleed the most before one of them passes out. ]

Now why should you be dead? How the hell is that any sort of reward, dummy?

[2ciion]

Fuck, let me gueth, you don't have a Highblood in whatever nookbackwardth Alternia you're from. Tho you don't know, but whatever, the point ith that he predicted thith whole end of the world thit. Thaid it wath going to be the final end to all thuffering and pain and that only trollth that detherved peace would get it and the retht would be curthed into limbo and yeah, what the fuck ever, it wath probably just Empire propoganda only no wait it totally fucking wathn't!

[He takes a deep shuddering breath, hugging his knees tighter.]

And out of all the trollth in my whole fucking thit-thtain of a univerth, I'm apparently the only one who wathn't good enough to get a little peace, which ith bullthit becauth I'm hith motherfucking dethendant and I've been the motht devout out of every one and I've done everything they ever fucking told me to do but, whatever, it doethn't matter, Tholluckth Captor jutht doethn't detherve happineth, I thouldn't even fucking be thurprithed.

[papshooshing]

[ cue the staring. because he is going to do that for all of five minutes. ]

Uh... That's not exactly what the Grand Highblood and others that follow the clownish cult belief system do things. They cause terror and fear in order to keep the lower castes under the claw of the Empress.

If anyone predicted the end of the world, in my timeline, it was unfortunately... My ancestor. Not that end of the world was even accurate, as we caused the end of two universes by playing some dumbass game...

[ hakes his head. tangent. stop doing that. ]

Point is, you weren't left behind or any dumb shit like that. Even though they tell us that our worlds are destroyed... There's no way of know for absolutely certain. Don't panic yet.

[2ciion]

[Sollux laughs hollowly. His voice still sounds tense and strained but he doesn't seem likely to explode, which is a good sign. Even the wrong Karkat is better than no Karkat, it seems (Karkat, you just have magic power over indigos).]

Well, I mean, fuck, like I thaid, I thought it wath jutht Empire propaganda in the firtht place even if the Highblood wath mothtly jutht a walking terror machine who thought he knew more than he did. We Captorth feel death coming but, fuck, how the hell would he know when the end of the fucking univerth wath going to be? The cult wathn't dumb enough to be bathed on clownth, but it thtill maketh thenthe that I'd be thkptical.

Maybe that'th why I'm here. Becauth my idiot Karkat had to go and make me doubt like hith thtupid turncoat heretic dumbfuck ancethtor made everyone doubt the Empire before he got culled.

[He tilts his head back; it thumps against the back of the couch.]

Thith ith tho fucked up.

[papshooshing]

No argument there. Everything is pretty fucked up.

[ either that or Karkat just befriends Captors well enough. ]

Though my ancestor fucking up seems to be a universal constant. Good to know.

[2ciion]

Yeah, well, he wath really thtupid about it. Thould have known when you're the Condeth'th motht truthted advithor you get all kindth of extra prethure on you waiting for you to fuck up. How he thought he wouldn't get caught I theriouthly don't know. Honethtly jutht getting hith thtupid head cut off wath a pretty tame punithment.

At leatht my ancethtor being a gigantic bulgenub ith altho a univerthal conthtant, apparently.

[He makes a face.]

[papshooshing]

The guy must have a completely rotted pan to think that he wouldn't get caught. Also, what the shit, dude... You're the most trusted adviser and you want to blow that position? Really? Dude must have gotten what was coming to him for that. Some of us with this shitty symbol could only dream about being that fortunate.

[ Karkat cringes at the thought of the Psiionic and what the dude must have gone through. however, the one that he had met seemed functional enough... ]

But you don't have powers? How can he be a light fixture without them?

[2ciion]

Yeah, well, revolution maketh trollth even more nookbackwardth than uthual, I gueth. Even the oneth that are thuppothed to be thmart.

And he ithn't a light fixture like the grody pithblood verthion you probably know here, he'th the fucking Highblood which meanth he'th awful but at leatht he getth thit done. Fuck, KK, I theriouthly jutht told you about thith, keep up.

i read that as lightbulb go me

[papshooshing]

The lisping is, as always, such a huge distraction that I couldn't possible retain all that information. Too busy watching the spittle fly and being on alert in the case that I need to dodge incoming projectiles.