caughtinanetwork | 19: Now this is how you do April Fools.

[So, Vatheon, you've probably woken up to that horrendous and bloody idea of a April Fool's joke caused by nurses and have been thoroughly scarred by the event. What more awaits you on this day of tomfoolery?]

[Like Crowley knows. He's just sitting here at his desk, smiling slightly as he looks over at the SFC.]

That was quite the scare, wasn't it? Idiots. They totally got their information wrong about the holiday. It's supposed to be a holiday full of people making fun of other people, not, well, murdering them. Methinks that someone was accidentally looking at the Halloween entry when looking up information on the date.

But either way, I know many of you come from worlds where April Fool's Day doesn't exist. I know a few of you helpful people who know about it have tried to explain it, but really, most of you are missing the actual history behind it. For there is a history on why April First, of all days, is a day of making fools of one another. It stems all the way from the Roman Festival Hilaria, which was a festival of rejoicing held around March 25th or so. And there are many other events and people in history that made All Fool's Day the day it is.

[And then a shrug.] ...But honestly, I'm not the best at explaining history that much- I get a bit too long-winded on it, really. So, I have devoted my time to writing up a nice description of what the holiday is all about. Hopefully that will illuminate most of you who are beginning to believe this is the National Day of Killing or what not. [An annoyed sigh.] It's not.

[He reaches over to the SFC, and with a click and a beep and a press on the "Send to All" option, an attachment named WhatIsAprilFools.doc should be popping up on your SFC, Vatheonites.]

All the information is there for you to look at. Please enlighten yourself on this holiday, I'd hate for people to be so misinformed. After all, when there are fools, there are always people to take advantage of them...

[And then he grins and turns the SFC off before he can explain what exactly he means by that.]

[ooc: Your character can choose to open the attachment or not, it's all up to them. But if they do, then they will not receive a document on the history of April Fool's Day, but the music of that video embedded in a document file that will play extremely loudly, play for a very long time (1 hour, to be exact) and will be really hard to get rid of. Turning off the SFC will make it stop, but turning it on again will just make it continue from where it left off. Trying to close the document will be impossible (Crowley designed it so you can't exit out of it), and the only way to truly get rid of it is to listen to it for well over an hour or try to appeal to Crowley's good side and ask him to get rid of it. HOPE YOU LIKE YOUR APRIL FOOL'S DAY GIFT, VATHEON. B)]

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[If Eridan wasn't busy hug/catching Feferi, he'd be facepalming from the secondhand embarrassment of this whole thing.]

We're not gonna crash land anywhere, I got ya just fine, I can totally handle this.

[Is that a reluctant squeeze of his arms around you, Fef? Oh it might be!]

[ Squeeze tighter! She is starting to slip! She might land on the floor. ]

No, don't worry about me! Save yourself, I am a gonner!

[NOPE NOPE you are going no where Fef! Eridan's just going to tighten his grip on her and try to keep her up, the floor is no place for an empress elect, ok!]

Fef, stop bein' dramatic, actin' like I don't got what it takes to sawe you. Hawe a little faith in me!

[Okay, maybe he's joining in with the dramatics. Just like old times, right?]

[ Possibly! That totally wasn't the plan at all. She may just be subtly trying to drag him down with her, even though she's acting like she isn't. ]

But if we both perish, who will tell the tale of Sharpshot Peixes and her trusty sidekick Arcaner Spellscar! Future generations need to know of our deeds!

[Karkat has heard Feferi and Eridan in the house, certainly, but not so closely as to follow their conversation. That shitty music stopped so he's been fine enough for now. But eventually he finds himself thirsty, and that is why he heads to get himself a glass of water from the kitchen.]

[Or he would, if he didn't spot those two first. Excuse him while he stares.]

What the hell are you two doing?

No one is gonna hawe to tell the tale of Sharpshot Piexes, because Arcaner Spell--

[And that's about as far as he gets, because there's Karkat's voice, and he's gone rigid with surprise. His head snaps to where his matesprit's voice came from, and he's about as purple as plum right now.]

Uh...

[Intelligent, Eridan.]

[ Just about the same time, she looks up and sees Karkat... reacting quite differently. ]

Oh, hey Karkat! We're playing Cowgirls and Wizards, I guess! [ She takes a moment to procure her cowgirl hat from her sylladex and fits it over her horns. ] Wanna join?

[He looks at Eridan.]

[He looks at Feferi. He notes the hat.]

[He shakes his head, muttering, and turns to head for the kitchen. He calls out in answer as he goes:]

No, I do not want in on your weird ass wriggler games. Consider it an official leaderly order to leave me out.

Kar, it's not a wriggler game! It's a lot a fun, but I guess it DOES require you to be a touch fuckin' creatiwe, so I can see why you'd wanna be left out. It's alright, Kar, we won't judge you on your inadequacies.

[Oh yeah, don't you insult Cowgirls and Wizards, that's a sacred game you ass!]

Shhhhh. Let him go do the grumpy thing. [ Just gonna. Casually pat his cheek. ] I think you were in the middle of rescuing me from mortal peril?

[ She IS kind of half hanging off his arms still... ]

[They might hear him in the kitchen, opening a cupboard, getting a glass, filling it with water and a bit of ice.]

I am perfectly capable of being creative, dipshit! Where do you think my metaphors come from?

[He's even (begrudgingly) roleplayed with Nepeta before.]

I just have better shit to do than lower myself to stuff like that.

[That pat to his cheek is distracting enough and he's about to continue, but then Karkat speaks up again.]

How condescendin' Kar. I didn't realize that there was a rule against hawin' fun, or that you're too good for it, or that you were too busy for it. But, YES where was I?

[Ahem!]

No one is gonna hawe to tell the tale of Sharpshot Piexes, because Arcaner Spellscar is just the wizard for this catastrophe!

[It's then that he actually leans down a bit, trying to actually scoop her up, but with her hanging like that, it doesn't go over too well and instead, Eridan basically topples over backwards, finding himself splayed out on the ground with Feferi. He is the best hero, many maidens will be lucky when he comes to their rescue, for he is simply the best there is.]

[ Even though she yelps as she tumbles with him, and her hat goes careening away across the floor, she winds up laughing. An attempt to get up fails and she just sags against him, still shaking with giggles. ]

Heehee! Oh! Oh no, I think that means we both perished!

I am perfectly capable of having fun, my idea just doesn't include pretending to be a wizard or whatever.

[He strolls out of the kitchen, glass in hand, and... Okay. They're on the floor now.]

[He shakes his head again.]

Whatever, I'm going back to my block.

[He turns to do exactly that.]

[Eridan lets Karkat leave since obviously having fun is so beneath him and all, not to mention Eridan's a bit tied up perishing with Fef. He smiles a bit when she sags against him, his arm that's still around her gives a friendly squeeze, almost like a mock comforting attempt.]

Haha, I guess so, but it'll be alright. At least one of us wasn't left behind or somesuch.

[He honestly doesn't even realize how that must sound right now. Whoops.]

Edited 2012-04-09 18:40 (UTC)

[ For being on the floor, she's kind of comfortable. At least, she must be, since shes' not making any effort to move. ]

Left behind... yeah...

[ Oh Eridan. ]

Mm. So what if I said we're good now, and you can expect your replacement fishpunning license in four to six weeks to allow for processing?

[He hears what she says, though it all but registers at first. He makes no attempt to rise either, comfortable where he is, just enjoying this all, this familiar feel to things and having a good time with Fef. And it honestly takes a few seconds for it to click. For it to really hit home for him. when it does, he just stares blankly at the ceiling, before he lifts his head to look at Fef. Staring.]

... What? Really? I--[haven't a clue what to say, or do.]

What if I said that'd be the best bloody news to ewer reach my auricular spongeclots and that I'd be sure to newer giwe you a reason to rewoke my license again?

Edited 2012-04-10 06:27 (UTC)

Well I figure if you're willing to fake-die to save my fictional life, then really, it makes sense!

[ Yes. She thinks she's funny. You should be used to it by now. ]

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