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towerofanimus2013-02-13 10:27 am
2ciion) wrote in towerofanimus2013-02-13 10:27 am
Entry tags:
001; nope nope nope
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.]
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.]
no subject
[Just like an Eridan, any Eridan, to be the most unhelpful jerk in the room. At least this one's still in the green spectrum so Sollux is a lot less confused than he might be by, say, canon flavor Eridan.]
no subject
[Eridan rolled his eyes.]
Which, if you weren't panicking like a grubfucking wiggler, you might have figured out on your own.
[He pointed a claw at the small plaques outside each room, where the names of every person in it was written out clearly.]
...you might still want to stop panicking like a grubfucking wiggler, though, because unless you've decided to revolutionize yellowblood fashion standards, the Karkat from your world ain't here.
[He shrugs.]
Sorry.