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| Two weeks. Apparently I was going in for a new personal record. That, for the record, is apparently how much time I've spent unconscious. As I'm sure those of you who give a fuck assumed after a few days of not hearing shit from me.
So tell me, what the fuck'd I miss? You all must have managed not to get into too much shit, considering the dome isn't leaking water and making an attempt to drown us all.
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| alright who the fuck spiked my shit cuz i have one fuckin hell of a hangover and i havent been drinking anything which sucks balls cuz if im gonna suffer the consequences i wanna partake in the good part too but seriously tho wtf happened how long was i out what year is it have the apes taken over yet |
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| [There's a sound in the background before anyone starts talking, a sound that is almost suspiciously like the loading of a gun. Before anything more ominous happens, though, the noises stop, and a man's voice speaks up.]
Well, this is hella entertaining. They're getting uncreative with their invasive afflictions. You'd think they'd be eager to come up with new and interesting ways to get reactions out of us, instead of rehashing shit they've done before.
For you newbies, it means that this has happened before. At least this time I'm not fucking barking.
This is Dirk, by the way.
[For a few moments, there are some more random sounds- a little mechanical click-click-click, that continues until the recording cuts out.]
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| [Hello Vatheon. Were you enjoying your day? Was it nice and quiet? No? Whether or not that was the case, it's sure as hell not quiet now - especially for you Villa residents - as there is suddenly the shrieking voice of a not-a-death-god-in-a-death-god's-body ringing out across the network.]WHAT THE GODAWFUL FUCK IS WRONG WITH MY VISION?! And nobody tell me this is normal, because I have been human before, and human vision is not like this. Any vision I've had is nothing like this. What is that? [He swings the SFC over to Liz's sleeping form in a nearby bed, but--]Wait, of course none of you regular viewers are going to know, because you're not the one stuck with this! There's not supposed to be some weird orb stuck inside her body, and I am seeing entirely too much as it is. [Now he turns the camera back to himself, teeth bared for all the little it means without fangs.]For the record, because apparently going through all this crap for two and a half years wasn't enough, apparently I have been hit with yet another repeat curse. This is Karkat Vantas in Death the Kid's freaky body, I am not even close to knowing how to handle this, and Kid-- Either you contact me right fucking now, or I swear to the death god responsible for your existence that I will trash your block. - Tags:!curse 47: body swap, death the kid, dirk strider, dr. franken stein, gamzee makara, karkat vantas, maka albarn, rin okumura, rose lalonde, shiro fujimoto, sufferer
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| [...Okay, she was crying, so being wet as a result is to be expected. But she was almost certain that her front yard hadn’t been turned into a lake, so this...being soaked through business is a little alarming. Enough so that she looks up, tears beginning to fade as the shock sets in.
...That’s not her house. Not at all.
Jane Crocker is getting really tired of this stupid game and its stupid shenanigans! She just wants to go home and cry into a pillow about stupid boys! Is that too much to ask?!
Apparently! Because now she’s soaking wet in the middle of, what, some town she’s never seen? With...with people in it?
People?
The burning frustration and sadness in her gut starts to melt away. None of this is adding up. She hasn’t seen anybody but her friends (and that kooky clown) for months. Certainly everyone has passed-- that’s what Dirk and Roxy told her, right? So...who are these people?
The Mystery of the Ghosts of a Dead Planet sounds like a good title, Jane thinks. So good that she ought to write it down to tell Roxy later, um, after Roxy is done being mad at her for what she said. Jane reaches into her sylladex for a computer and-- oh, that’s right. She sorta just smashed the one she had. But...wait. No, there’s one in here? A phone thing?
...A starfish?
Jane makes her way to one side, ignoring the people-who-might-be-ghosts-who-knows-with-this-game-really for the time being. She’s got bigger fish to fry, basically literally. After some fiddling, Jane solves at least one mystery and manages to type out a message:]
Roxy? Dirk? Jake? I can’t seem to put in any names on this thing, so I’m hoping it’s just sort of...broadcasting. Um. If anybody else is reading this, my name is Jane and I’m not sure where I am! Also I’m getting a little cold.
[After a long, painful pause, she adds:]
Dad?
[And with that, decides to do some observation while she waits for responses, wandering around the plaza as inconspicuously as possible while still dripping wet.] |
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| WHAT FOUL AND MERCILESS ENTITY ROLLED OUT OF THE SPECIES APPROPRIATE SLUMBER APPARATUS AND DECIDED TO INVENT TIME WHY, IN THE NAME OF ALL THINGS, DID THIS ASSHOLE INSTILL INTO LIVING BEINGS THE CONCEPT OF THINGS HAPPENING BEFORE AND AFTER EACH OTHER AND WHY DO I HAVE TO BE AFFLICTED WITH THIS WHEN I'M NOT EVEN A FUCKING TIME PLAYER. WAS IT NOT ENOUGH TO HAVE TO DEAL WITH THE ENDLESS STABLE TIME LOOPS HOLDING THE SHODDY STICKS AND TWINE OF OUR TIMELINE TOGETHER? WHAT ABOUT THE FLUX OF PEOPLE BACK AND FORTH FROM DIFFERENT SPOTS ALONG THAT LINE LIKE BACKWASH FROM AN ILL-CLEANED MOUTH INTO A SOULMELTING BOTTLE OF FAYGO??? WELL I GUESS THE FUCK NOT, BECAUSE HERE I AM BEING FORCED TO DEAL WITH OVER FIVE YEARS WORTH OF MEMORIES LAID OVER THE TOP OF EACH OTHER LIKE PARADOX SPACE DECIDED TO MAKE A PARTICULARLY AWFUL SANDWICH OUT OF THEM. SAID SANDWICH HAS THEN BEEN FORCE FED DIRECTLY INTO MY THINK PAN I AM OVERSTUFFED WITH RECOLLECTION AND REMEMBRANCE MY BRAIN WOULD VOMIT IF IT WERE PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE. CONTEMPLATE THAT FOR A MINUTE. OR HOWEVER LONG, I DON'T FUCKING CARE ABOUT THE UNITS, AND NONE OF IT WILL APPROXIMATE THE SCREAMING HEADACHE CURRENTLY DECIMATING MY CRANIAL UNIT. COULD I NOT HAVE GONE THROUGH THIS IN EASILY DIGESTED PIECES WOULD THAT BE SO FUCKING HARD TO DO. SURE, SEND ME BACK A COUPLE HOURS THAT FIRST TIME, BUT NO! YOU SCIENTIST NOOKMONGERS JUST *HAD* TO GIVE ME THE FULL THREE YEARS. WHO CARES THAT I WAS ALREADY 15 AND A HALF IN EARTH YEARS, I OBVIOUSLY NEEDED THE SQUALID, STULTIFYING EXPERIENCE OF LIVING SOME OF THEM TWICE! PLUS AN EXTRA FEW MONTHS!! SO UNTIL MY SPONGE STOPS TRYING TO CANNIBALIZE ITSELF (ETA: NOT FUCKING SOON ENOUGH), DO NOT EXPECT COHERENCY FROM ME BECAUSE I CANNOT EVEN SORT OUT THE SIMPLE CONCEPT OF "YESTERDAY" FROM THE FESTERING REMAINS OF MY OWN THOUGHT ORGAN. YESTERDAY MEANS TOO MANY THINGS RIGHT NOW. YESTERDAY CAN FRANKLY GO FUCK ITSELF TWICE IN A BRAND NEW ORIFICE I'VE JUST INVENTED FOR IT. ALL I KNOW IS THE LESS I SEE OF POSSESSED PSYCHOPATHS AND THEIR WEAPONIZED CUTLERY, THE BETTER. SOMEONE TELL ME HOW MUCH TIME HAS PASSED SINCE I DISAPPEARED AND WHO'S HERE, BECAUSE I CANNOT EVEN CARE TO CHECK THE LIST RIGHT NOW. - Tags:bro strider, dirk strider, eridan ampora, gamzee makara, jade harley, kanaya maryam, karkat vantas, leo valdez, nepeta leijon, rose lalonde, sollux captor, sufferer, the disciple, the dolorosa, the psiioniic, washu hakubi, yotsuba koiwai
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| [ Sick of new faces on the network yet, Vatheon? Well, this new guy probably wouldn't even have shown up to do the whole 'Hey, I'm new here' introduction thing, except that he suddenly came to a very important realization... ]
Yo. Heard there's supposed to be a bunch of people I don't even know watching on this thing...?
Well, I just got here. My name's Saburouta Bandou. But, just call me Bandou, OK? That's what I'm used to.
And absolutely no one here is allowed to call me San-chan!
[ No. He doesn't realize none of you would have thought to call him that on your own. ]
It's a personal nickname! There's only one person who's allowed to call me San-chan and he's not even here, alright!?
[ AND HE'S TOTALLY NOT BUMMED ABOUT THAT. SO DON'T BOTHER ASKING. ]
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| [The last thing Percy remembered was taking a really hard fall. A hard that should have ended in darkness and death, but most certainly not anywhere close to any source of water. Lave and instant death, sure, but not this. Or to some weird communicator and a brochure. If anything, this was the nicest welcoming committee he'd seen and that didn't make him any less anxious.
He'd tried reading the brochure. He got some parts of it, but his mind was too wired to make any more sense of it than "Hi,welcome to an underwater city! You're stuck here, have fun."On normal occasions this would be cool, but it's not a normal occasion.
So instead he looks less like his usual troublemaking self and more confused when the Starfish Communicator finds its way on. His ida was get answers real fast and then abandon it, but well...]
Um, yeah. Hi there.
So you'd think I'd be used to this whole being kidnapped thing by now, but just for the questions of one confused kid is there any not text version of this thing. [He means the pamphlet.] Maybe a welcome video? One of these days I'll totally have earned a welcome video--
[A brief pause as he considers before speaking more firmly and less jokingly.] Is there any way to find out who's here? I like playing marco polo, but this important.
--And what are we supposed to be doing here? Admiring the view? I mean it's pretty great, but normally you don't just appear places for no reason. That's normally how it goes.
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| [It takes a bit for Eridan to finally make a post about this, because his emotions just ain't doing too hot. Definitely sticking to text, because he doesn't trust his face right now...]
if any a ya are lookin for karkat vvantas wwell you can halt those excursions noww hes no longer in vvatheon so yeah figured id let you lot knoww before lettin you divve into utter stupidity lookin for wwho aint here an all youre fuckin wwelcome |
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| [No theatrics or flamboyant language today, just one tired vampire. He'd like to say he's only tired because he just woke up from one of those comas that aren't actually restful, but that's not the case.]
It's been about twelve days since Rinoa Heartilly left the city, I meant to say something but then, well, I wasn't available.
It's been nine days since Sola vanished as well. Considering the usual three-day rule, I suspect it isn't a temporary thing for either of them.
I still have access to Rinoa's apartment and much, if not all, of Sola's things are still here at the house. If either of them had something that belonged to someone else, let me know and I'll see if I can track it down.
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