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Virginia: Day 26, Get Off the Lawn
[The PARTY TRAIN is a-rolling... and given the sort of situation at and, they've officially reached a time when it's now-or-never. Indeed, the white house lawn-- and much of the DC area-- has been overtaken by massive, colorful circus tents, and BRIGHT, with BRIGHT, SHINING SPOTLIGHTS. Rolling up on this in Jeff's tiny train, it's amazed they aren't run over by what amounts to a media circus-- news vans and camera crews are practically EVERYWHERE, an enormous crowd of people behind velvet ropes and leaning over to watch the small trickle of juggalos entering the circus tents, surrounding the literal circus with a media circus. Despite this, there is no line for entrance to the carnival itself, the dark labrynth of twisting tents and attractions having only a single vendor jamming to horrorcore and a whole heap of INTERVIEWERS looking for a HOT SCOOP.]
[ It's a hell of a scene to look at from a distance. The white house itself isn't even visible beyond the DARK CARNIVAL.]
DAVENFORTH: -Peeps this.- What the shit actually
QIRIN: ...
QIRIN: I have not yet determined whether a lack of a welcome party is good news or not.
PENNY: yeeeeeeeeEEEEHAW.
ROXANNE: -Euugh, she didnt really mind clowns until this very moment.-
[ Fortunately there are no clouns in IMMEDIATE sight. Just clown-adjascents.]
JEFF: =SWEATING SO MUCH and stays right where he is=
PENNY: -she's made up in clown paint and shit too, rattling her car. she's ready to be rowdy.-
PENNY: -NOT LIKE THEY CAN INFILTRATE REALLY GREAT AFTER BROADCASTING THEMSELVES BUT HEY. MAYBE.-
DEREK: -he's with you, penny... both in attitude and attire.-
KURLOZ: =takes one look around, scrunches up his nose=
[ The current question is: Who is in some kind of disguise, clown makeup or otherwise, and who is not? THE OTHER QUESTION is how close are they getting to the entrance? There is a clear path straight down the middle to the entrance-- with the only landmines being a few reporters and papparazos, and only the occasional fully-garbed Juggalo strides confidently through the entrance.]
RILEY: -this is some bullshit but they have to blend in. And she also refused to stay back by herself. So you win some and you lose some.- holy fuck.
DAVENFORTH: -He's wearing a latex Donald Trump mask. The biggest clown of them all-
RILEY: -DAAAAAAAMN-
ROXANNE: -Most people are getting down with the clown disguise and she is no exception, this is a serious mission despite the smile painted onto her face.-
QIRIN: =She loves you Davenforth, but she can't help but make a face at that mask=
DAVENFORTH: -Well if no one else is getting out, he is. Hello. This is gonna be yuuuuuuuge.-
REPORTER:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2P5qbcRAXVk
REPORTER: -This one troll is scampering up for the FIRST and HOTTEST scoop-
REPORTER: We;; HE;;O and WE;COME to this historic occasion!
REPORTER: Wou;d you be wi;;ing to answer a few questions? For AMERICA?
DAVENFORTH: Anything for america of course no one loves america more than me if anyone claims as such theyre lying so many people ask me how can you love america and i tell them america is just so wonderful ill show you how much i love america its just the best
ROXANNE: -Davenforth plz.-
RILEY: -she's gonna lose it at this answer so she has to carefully cover her mouth and not mess up her make-up at the same time. Fucking ridiculous-
DEREK: Can I get a whoop whoop for America?
QIRIN: =She wants all this over with so she can get this horrific layer of oil off her face= QIRIN: Whoop whoop!
REPORTER: We;; A;; give a whoop whoop for America! -Makes sure she's in frame as a tubby cameraman holds up a few recording devices with telekinesis. HE LOOKS INCREDIBLY DISINTERESTED IN THIS WHOLE PROCSES.- REPORTER: Te;; the country how EXCITED you are to be taking part of the judicia; process in the first ever, hands-on pub;ic execution of justice on this FORMER;Y backwards world!
ROXANNE: -Stay strong Riley. She is also hoping off the train.- Whoop, lets go 'Murica!
PENNY: WHOOP WHOOOOOP!!!!
DAVENFORTH: Ill tell you this never again will there be so many whoop whoops the amount of whoop whoops today will just be staggering theyre all going to wonder why so many whoops were not had before and ill tell you the american will whoop again they will whoop like they never did before thank you so much
LIFERA: -she, too, is in clown makeup... and made up to look way more purple than she actually is.- 38D
RILEY: -fuck. - whoop fuckin' whoop.
REPORTER: -she is just plain FLABBERGASTED by this man's charisma-
PENNY: -leans and whispers to Qirin- (whats she mean public execution?)
QIRIN: =has a feeling that some pyropes would not take too kindly to the public execuction of justice of any kind= QIRIN: =just..again= Whoop whoop!
HIGHBLOOD: =Gets his bigass on up out here, picking his fangs=
QIRIN: (It is likely exactly what she means.)
REPORTER: One ;ast question! Are you hoping for a seat on the cabinet? Or are you just here for the exhuberant and divine joy of mass mu-- OH GOOD HEAVENS!
REPORTER: (ARE YOU GETTING HIM IN FRAME? GET HIM IN FRAME, ASSHOLE.)
REPORTER: -the other one pans up a bit to look at the Highblood's BIG OLD FACe.-
HIGHBLOOD: =HE'S A FRESH 600 SWEEPS MAYBE=
DAVENFORTH: Look at my my highblood caste friend over there just look at him look at my purple american friend
REPORTER: Ahahaha! Yes indeed, America! You are seeing it here first and best!
REPORTER: Even dishonored expatriates are eager to win their p;ace in the New America! REPORTER: I'm assuming that you are hoping for a spot on the cabinet, but-- oh!
REPORTER: Any statements you'd ;ike to make?
REPORTER: -HOLDS THE MIC UP TO GHB-
LIFERA: -really close to GHB... she is not comfortable now that the camera is in their direction...-
LIFERA: >38D;;
HIGHBLOOD: =Looks down at this reporter troll= HIGHBLOOD: ...... =leans on down, slowly, covering this tiny fish with his hair probably= HIGHBLOOD: hah HIGHBLOOD: haha...hahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! =Big booming laughter, she don't even need the mic for this= HIGHBLOOD: =straightens up, lifts hand= no further inquiries sis. =strides his ass on=
REPORTER: -CLEARLY UNNERVED AND FORCING A FAKE SMILE-
DAVENFORTH: What an articulate speaker there he goes my clown american friend give it up everybody
REPORTER: ..... (:C
ROXANNE: -Dammn big clown, you go.-
LIFERA: -DOES SOME KIND OF DIMISSIVE HAND SIGN FROM UNDERNEATH THE HAIR. It's about all that can be seen of her as she strolls along-
[ The other seem to be TRYING to get an interview, but the circus itself beckons, and they're all a TEENSY bit intimidated by GHB's presence.]
DEREK: Much clown love from that jolly motherfucker amirite?
DAVENFORTH: -Falls in line with GHB- DAVENFORTH: You alright magilla
PENNY: hell motherfuck yeah my ninja. -leans against Derek with an entire bottle of Faygo.-
HIGHBLOOD: :o) HIGHBLOOD: alls am gonna get right and recalibrated
RILEY: -they're way too good at this-
RILEY: -sticks with lifers tho-
RILEY: -or you know...lifera-
PENNY: -IT'S TWO WHOLE LITERS.-
DAVENFORTH: Im calibrated get me and my bro a big enough distraction and ill get the rest taken care of
ROXANNE: -Shes trailing behind Davenforth to make this a clown entourage.-
[ The ticket taker, too busy jamming to bother stopping them or even explaining anything, could PROBABLY be hassled with a determined effort, but they could also slip right past if they didn't care about this guy's shit. ]
HIGHBLOOD: dones is done and done
HIGHBLOOD: =Would killing him be a determined effort=
[ no man he's pretty easy to kill ]
PENNY: -squeezing past and also quipping at the reporter now- yeah tell yallselves the fams gonna party real hard tonight. HATCHETS HIGH IN THE SKY.
DAVENFORTH: Thank you my clown american friend
LIFERA: -pulls Riley into the hair. join her.-
DEREK: Ill raise my faygo to that juggalette.
RILEY: -OOOOH HAIR TENT-
PENNY: -CACKLES-
RILEY: -it tickles-
DEREK: -CHUGS HIS OWN BOTTLE. its orange obv.-
LIFERA: -whispers to her- (Stick with me. If it gets dangerfish, I'll protect you.)
HIGHBLOOD: =He's a secret meeting place, good yes=
RILEY: (i'm swooning already. take me away.)
[ The carnival itself-- and oh, fuck, this is kinda dizzying. It's not set up like a regular carnival, with lots of games and attractions and flashing lights to attract attention and tokens, but rather, it's decorated with strung lights and smears of blood on the floor. Most of the blood appears to be human blood, and the lighting seems to turn at a dime from dim to blindingly bright. There are TONS of exits from this one circus tent alone-- at least five-- and it's hard to tell where the others lead to. Notes are scrawled on the canvas in blood, but most of them are extolling the virtues of mass murder, or the first few lines of JUGGALO PRAYERS.]
[ On a less severe note, the place is just sorta grody besides that. Like carnival grody.]
RILEY: ...
ROXANNE: -Nasty.-
HIGHBLOOD: =Makes face atthat scripture on the walls.= :o/
DAVENFORTH: -Stretches a little. Adjusts his tie.-
ROXANNE: -Also moves up next to Davenforth.- (Hey wall building homie. plan of route?) ROXANNE: -She ASSUMES he roughly has some sort of plan...please.-
DAVENFORTH: (They fucked this up a lot more than i thought it may take me a little bit to make out a route play along for now)
PENNY: -strides almost drunkenly along with Derek, but it's all just a ruse. She's just trying to seem nonchalant about this whole thing, eyes half-lidded and grinning, but her heart is pounding. This place is fucking weird.-
ROXANNE: (M'kay.) ROXANNE: (Is it also just me or does this place reek like a compost dump?)
RILEY: -you're doin' good lil sis.-
DAVENFORTH: (Welcome to juggalos lil mama)
DAVENFORTH: -Looks for a high point for him to clamber up and gain a better view-
ROXANNE: (Im already ready ta'say goodbye.) -Keeps smiling besides being anxious as fuck.-
[Tent poles, if he wants to shimmy. Once he gets high enough he can cut a hole in the canvas and peep out of it.]
LIFERA: -GIGGLING at Riley for a moment, but just keeps her hand on her arm and quiets again. That blood everywhere... humans are so fragile. She doesn't want anyone to be hurt here.- (I fish I cod!) LIFERA: (It smells like stale stank.)
DAVENFORTH: (Be right back yall) -Already shimmying up a tentpole-
DEREK: -he's got u penny. he's pretty zen himself, but pumped to be here and do this shit finally. pats the sisters shoulder, but guides the pair of them over to davenforth and roxanne so he can eavesdrop on their whispering-- oh but he ascends.-
DEREK: -bobs while he watches this-
PENNY: -that's not conspicuous at all... just fuckin tips up her two liter of faygo and drinks while watching this. this is normal.-
ROXANNE: -Look at him go.- ROXANNE: -Just gonna lean on that pole a little, its totally chill there is nothing suspicious going on here.-
[YOU KNOW HE LOVES TO SHIMMY]
RILEY: (honestly i've been liking the whole mouth breather thing.)
DAVENFORTH: -Shimmy shimmy coco puff. Shimmy shimmy now. Cutting this tent all up, what's he peepin now?-
LIFERA: (You shouldn't talk about your husband like that.) 38)
[The bright light from the Outdoors streams in through the hole he just cut-- and it's kind of a run, sure, but he can see the white house now that he's got a good vantage.]
DEREK: -damn..................... or should he say dwamn-
[There's actually a decent enough route BETWEEN the tents, if he commits it to memory-- leading right to the front door. It seems like the secret service has been co-opted by carnival attractions, though.]
DAVENFORTH: -Slides down the pole on some cirque de soleil shit-
DAVENFORTH: Alright got it its kind of a jog but nothin too bad lot of tents in the way
ROXANNE: -Steps away from it so he has room to get down.- ROXANNE: Sweet.
DAVENFORTH: -Looks at GHB- Everyone ready
PENNY: say the word homie.
RILEY: -she snorts at that comment lifera makes- (oh shit. nice.)
HIGHBLOOD: =Thumbs up and rolls his shoulders=
ROXANNE: Lets fuck shit up.
LIFERA: -glubs softly and nods! wait. peeks out of the hair and then nods!-
DAVENFORTH: -Pushes through the tent into the actual carnival itself and it's hitting him how fucking....CARNIVAL like this shit is. Oh...-
DAVENFORTH: Anybody like carnival games like i mean just for the record just asking for a friend a cheeto dusted friend
[READY OR NOT, here it comes. And by IT i mean the true nature of the Dark Carnival itself; it is where sinners are taken to be TESTED and learn the DARK MORALS of the joker cards. Indeed-- here's one now! The sinner in question is a human, gagged, blindfolded and tied, atanding underneath some kind of strength-tester machine-- the kind where you hit the lever and a big metal thingy flies up to ding a bell. Set up in such a way that after it goes up, it's going to come straight down on this dude's head, and guarded by a four-foot-five troll who is frankly built with terrifying muscles.-
ROBUSTO: YOU THINK YOU ARE AS STRONG AS ROBUSTO???? PROVE YOUR STRENGTH OR DIE LIKE COWARD-MAN WHO TELLS STATE SECRETS TO FOREIGN POWERS.
LIFERA: !!!
PENNY: -oh god yep here they go.....-
DAVENFORTH: -Whispers a reclaimed racial slur under his breath-
RILEY: (anybody tries to fucking do that shit i'll be the one whackin you over the head.)
HIGHBLOOD: =Ants=
ROBUSTO: -HOLDS UP AN ENORMOUS MALLET. It's wooden and heavy.- WHO WILL TAKE ROBUSTO'S CHALLENGE????
DAVENFORTH: And if we say fuck yourself with that righteous noise
DAVENFORTH: Just checkin for a friend
LIFERA: -soft hissing in this hair. She.... starts shuffling closer to Davenforth.- (Go. Keep going.)
DAVENFORTH: (Lif)
RILEY: - fucking striders-
ROBUSTO: -SQUINTS. And twirls his moustache.-
LIFERA: (Now.)
ROXANNE: -Hhgh. This is already another layer of hell, but also Davenforth dont call attention.-
HIGHBLOOD: testin strength...... HIGHBLOOD: =eyeballs Robusto= we can play this game while y'all check shit it :o)
ROXANNE: -Listen to your fish wife.-
LIFERA: -punches Davenforth in the shoulder and laughs-
DAVENFORTH: -Soft marge noise-
ROBUSTO: A-HA! ROBUSTO: FINALLY. ONE WHO IS NOT WEAK AND COWARD WHO FAILS TO WIN GLORIOUS HONOR OF BLOOD PRIZE DEAD MAN SHATTER SKULL.
ROBUSTO: -shoves the mallet in GHB's hand-
LIFERA: T)(IS MOT)(-ERFUCK-ER TOO WIMPY TO DO IT. G-ET OUTTA )(-ER-E.
RILEY: (jesus christ.)
DAVENFORTH: When that beat hits yall -We book it-
DEREK: -jesus CHRIST indeed-
DEREK: -he's ready to book it... sipping his faygo.-
ROBUSTO: -STRENUOUSLY FLEXES-
HIGHBLOOD: =This mallet is a toothpick isn't it? Look at his ham hands... but he takes it. Snrks=
HIGHBLOOD: =Crouches= :o)
LIFERA: -watches GHB carefully-
ROBUSTO: -FLEXES EVEN MORE-
ROBUSTO: ✨💪✨
RILEY: i would prefer not to have someone's blood on me but you know.
HIGHBLOOD: =Bops Robusto like a field mouse. Right on the cranium bro=
ROXANNE: -Ah, yep. There it is.-
DAVENFORTH: Cheese it
PENNY: -WELL JESUS-
ROXANNE: -Time to book it fellas and lady gents.-
RILEY: -OK BYE-
LIFERA: -WHAT DID SHE SAY ABOUT GETTING OUT OF HERE YOURE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE FOR THIS-
DAVENFORTH: -Bolts to the right and rips through the canvas. White house here we come!-
ROBUSTO: -oh MAN he takes a lump for sure. His head is CRACKED loudly and he holds up a finger in SHEER OUTRAGE- ROBUSTO: COWARD WIGGLER STRIKES ROBUSTO INSTEAD OF RUBOSTUS KILLMAN KILLING... ROBUSTING... ROBUSTO: ROBOTS??? ROBUSTO: -he falls over DEAD.-
DEREK: -throws this sugary shit on the dirty ass ground and flash steps after davenforth-
DAVENFORTH: -Babe I'm already gone. Kanye shrug-
HIGHBLOOD: =EYES the others and opens his arms= now now HIGHBLOOD: what else ams i testin?
ROXANNE: -YOU BOYS AND YOUR FLASH STEPING. She cant do that but she can sure sprint like hell after sending a glance to the rest of the group. Good luck guys.-
PENNY: -aaaaAAAHHHHH. SHAKES UP HER FAYGO FURIOUSLY and DUNKS it on the ground. it goes shooting up like a fucking rocket and sprays the crowd-
[The nearby juggalos murmur and mutter something. A few of them SCAMPER OFF, but a small group brandishes a set of hatchets.]
[Apparently this seems to indicate that they'd tie a rope to their dicks and jump off a building, should the mood strike them, but ALSO, that they think they can Totally take the guy that murdered Robusto.]
DAVENFORTH: -Well he don't wanna leave Rox behind. No flash stepping yet, but he's also sprinting around the perimeter of tents. It's hard to breathe in this Trump mask y'all.-
HIGHBLOOD: =Don't let him talk them out of it. There's gonna be a lot of blood back here as he will grab and squish skulls...sans for One. One he'll voodoo and have murderlate their pals.=
ROXANNE: -That is greatly appreciated.-
LIFERA: -grabs Riley's wrist and drags her behind GHB, toward the fucked up strength tester and the human that's tied up. She sure doesn't need to see this, and while that's happening, they could get this guy outta here-
PENNY: -she's just gonna uhhhh. stay outta GHB's way. yeaahhhh-
[I WILL SPARE U THE GORY DETAILS OF HOW DEAD THE GROUP IS. Except for the one guy hollering and raising his hatchet chasing after the other clowns. The others don't think there's anything fucked up about that, though, that just sorta happens sometimes.]
PENNY:
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
PENNY: -she's gonna need to get REAL fucked up after this-
HIGHBLOOD: =He's snickering as this happens, what a bunch of idiots. He's covering the ladies=
RILEY: -IS PULL. Looks up at this tied up Guy. SHES PRETTY GOOD AT UNTYING. Except when she isn't. She's going to do her best- okay dude you're going to run as fast as you can outta here.
LIFERA: B-ETT-ER Y-ET. -She unties the gag around the guy's mouth and the blindfold from his eyes, and then pulls out a little container of greasy black paint, smearing his face with it.- 38)
GUY: -wheezes.- th-thank you. Those people a-are... -TRYING NOT TO FOCUS ON THE GORE OVER THERE- GUY: ... GUY: don't eat the funnel cake. -As soon as he's free he BOLTS.-
HIGHBLOOD: yo what >:o/ HIGHBLOOD: how the fuck they fucked up funnel cake... dumb motherfuckers
LIFERA: Glub...
RILEY: no funnel cake over here.
QIRIN: =She doesnt even know how to comment to all of this=
LIFERA: Ocray... ST-EP BACK.
[It seems that this particular tent is cleared, save for some gruesome reminders. There are three other flaps; one leading back where they came from, near the ticket booth, one branching to the left and one branching to the right.]
LIFERA: -motions the other ladeez to get outta the way before doing a little half lean and then KICKING the strength tester to try to knock it down. NO MORE OF THIS.-
[ IT CRASHES.]
[CLONK]
QIRIN: =claps softly= Property damage, hurrah. ^_^
LIFERA: T)(ANKS.
QIRIN: =high five, lif!=
LIFERA: -SLAP-
LIFERA: Where to now?
[would they like to inspect any passages in particular]
[One leading back where they came, one to the right and one to the left.]
[There is the vague sound of music coming from the right... and the vague sound of someone furiously arguing to the left.]
QIRIN: =is is possible to hear what they are arguing about from here?=
[NOPE]
[u would have to get closer, and 'closer' means probably 'through the passage entirely.']
PENNY: -she's already heading toward the left one....-
[aw shit. If she makes it through, she'd see... well, someone who MAY or MAY not be recognizable to her.]
PENNY: -she's DOING IT.-
PENNY: -waves the others over-
[either way, it's the current secretary of state, one Alex Abbiss. He seems to be shouting down a group of juggalos-- some hatchet-wielding and TERRIFIED fellows who probably just saw Robusto get murdered.]
HIGHBLOOD: =Hey what's up hello, I murdered up your friend and now it's your turn to go=
[It is OBVIOUS that this is an important guy, and as they get closer to the man in a bloodstained jersey with a whole rack of vynyl records strapped to his back, they can hear what he's helling about-- how important he is and how NONE of these goddamned posers are gonna be gunning for HIS job, he MADE the ICP, do you HEAR HIM]
[This changes as he hears them enter, and FLINGS a razor-sharp record at them in a fury.]
PENNY: - SH I T-
PENNY: -JUST TRIES TO DUCK-
[she gets... a SMALL haircut. ]
[He's pulling some more records on them. HE'S READY TO TUSSLE.]
PENNY: -THAT MOTHERFUCKER.-
PENNY: -whips out her gun because... well, it's really the only thing she knows how to use, but it's gonna make a lot of noise...-
LIFERA: -leading Riley along after her??-
[The other juggalos seem to have fallen in rank behind him, because shit, okay, MAYBE they just tried to murder him, but they can also get in good with him if they kill these people? Whatever. IT'S A SURE FIRE RUCKUS HAPPENING, THAT'S FOR SURE.]
QIRIN: =oh hell WHY= QIRIN: =raises her dukes! Her spear is noticable enough that it might blow her cover and that would just put prospit in a (more) precarious situation.=
ERIDAN: -some masquerade masked fish is rolling into the scene. Literally rolling in on an actual unicycle somewhere under the flashy cape he's wearing. A relic from a time he used to be proud to wear such a thing.- ERIDAN: -Hey, Penny. He's here and swinging out a LAUNCHER of some kind. They'll find out what it does in the second he fires it.-
PENNY: -THE FUCK???-
[Don't worry boys, clustering up together in a tight group is the BEST kind of tactics.]
[The juggalos all agree with that sentiment.]
LIFERA: -peeks in for this... the fuck-
PENNY: -she agrees with that sentiment, as it happens-
ERIDAN: -Fires the launcher like he's shooting fish in a barrel. In a single swift PCHOO, it explodes in a thick vault of LIQUID NITROGEN right over the juggalos. The chemical will be freezing on impact with their skin.- B/
[oh FUCK. They start to charge as a group, hatchets HIGH, and then they continue to do so, with their hatchets high, in that EXACT position, possibly FOREVER. They are SUPER DUPER FROZEN.]
ERIDAN: -Owwned.-
ERIDAN: so ERIDAN: the others been on their wway huh looks like it -just kinda balancing there. Just another Thursday afternoon.-
PENNY: ....... dude.
LIFERA: Y-ES. You're about on tide.
[By the look of things, YES. This cut rate Fieri-clone has been put to his end; along with a sizable number of juggaspirants.]
ERIDAN: -pockets the rifle. Safe and sound.- alright ERIDAN: yall finishin the job or should wwe keep pressin wwith the dispatchin ERIDAN: it aint goin to end wwith the death a the figureheads wwe ought to be securin a method a escape
LIFERA: CL-EARING T)(-E WAY. Sounds good to me.
[Behind them, there is suddenly the sound of... sizzling grease?]
QIRIN: =is there an alternate weapon she can grab? perhaps from literal cold, dead hands?=
[Hot oil and something being poured into it-- and though he was not visible there before, he is now.]
VENDOR: You look like you could use some
funnel cakes.
PENNY: oh hell no.
[As for weapons, there are SHARP VINYL RECORDS and HATCHETS to choose from Qirin.]
VENDOR:
FREE OF CHARGE.
ERIDAN: -mghhh. He's hungry suddenly, flicking fins in the direction of the sound.- ERIDAN: -taking out a sniper's rifle now, balanced on his unicycle. B[ -
VENDOR: [He holds out the funnel cake.. towards you, specifically, Eridan.]
VENDOR: [It smells... intoxicating. Literally.]
VENDOR: This... is rare supply. We're running low. Haven't had our shipment from scenic niagra falls.
LIFERA: Don't eat that.
VENDOR: But you can eat it.
VENDOR: Carnival food is pure food, son.
VENDOR: Good... pure... food.
ERIDAN: -Nah thanks. He shoots this fucker and his funnel cake.-
VENDOR: -!
VENDOR: -Frying dough pours out of the hole in his head.-
VENDOR: FOOL!
VENDOR: -Pulls out both fry baskets, brandishing the HOT METAL as the inhuman figure staggers, attempting to LUNGE at him despite his... rapidly spilling vital dough.-
ERIDAN: -pedals backwards with finesse. Pew. Pew. Pat. Pat. Yeah, fine, brandish the hot metal. Eridan is swinging the butt of his rifle to combat this oily fuck.-
VENDOR: -GURGLING AND SCREAMING AS HE COLLAPSES INTO A PUDDLE OF YEAST.-
VENDOR: -DEAD-
[Only the hot grease cart remains.]
QIRIN: ......................
ERIDAN: gross ERIDAN: ... ERIDAN: -flicks a lighter on and eyes the hot grease cart.-
QIRIN: =She came back from retrieving the vinyl records because heck, at least it's like throwing knives.= QIRIN: Either they have been altered to a molecular level or they have found a way to make yeast sentient. I am unsure which prospect is the more disturbing.
[It's pretty tricked out, as far as hot grease carts go. It's also full of boiling hot, flammable liquid, which COULD very well be useful.]
ERIDAN: -Damn... true... slowly puts the lighter away.- wwe got ourselvves a bomb
QIRIN: It may very well be the diversion the others require. =She's inspecting the cart further. Does it have wheels for rollin?=
[IT SURE DOES]
QIRIN: =peeps out the tent flap. Anything downhill? Anything important looking that needs burning?=
[Would that be the tent flap back the way they came from, or the next unexplored tent?]
PENNY: ... a bomb?
PENNY: sounds good.
PENNY: what are we blowing?
QIRIN: =the next=
ERIDAN: good question -squints heavily and considers. All of it would be ideal...- somethin thatll draww the majority of wwhos left for a brawwl ERIDAN: that wway provvidin the means to escape for the others ERIDAN: wwhere the shit is that impregnated twwinkie gobbler
[There is something down the way... something that looks... important. Or at least, important enough. She can only get a glimpse, but it's a pretty popular spot, and the flashing light appears to say PRIZES.]
QIRIN: =Well that settles that= QIRIN: The prize booth calls to us. ^_^ QIRIN: Everyone prepared for vandalism and arson?
PENNY: excuse? -stares at Eridan-
ERIDAN: wwell aint she -Really doesn't see anything wrong with his word choice.- you her wward or not
PENNY: yeah maybe. could also be called a twinkie gobbler.
PENNY: prefer Nuthands McMike though.
ERIDAN: -frowns- i disagree she aint done nothin to earn such a title
[WOULD YOU LIKE EVIDENCE ERIDAN]
ERIDAN: -Yeah sure. He's seen worse shit.-
[oh well he doesn't have any actually]
[go back to rigging ur greasebomb]
ERIDAN: -alright. Moves off the unicycle to cover this stupid grease cart with his cape.- wwere the shit wwe takin this
PENNY: -she's talking about herself u fuck-
PENNY: approximately thattaway. -points to where Qirin indicated-
SOME FUCKIN JUGGALO: oh shit i smell the funnel cake dude
[the voice WAFTS from that direction]
[calling in a siren song]
ERIDAN: -mmm better get this cart moving. Wrings out a hankerchief like BLEH and uses it to get a grip on the handle. Now pushes it along.- ERIDAN: this reeks somethin' awwful
QIRIN: =She smoothly saunters out to the sound of Some Fuckin Juggalo to greet them as the others try workin the cart'=
[It does... like grease, but also some sinister chemicals. And sinister jujus.]
[THE JUGGALO MOSTLY JUST WANTS FUNNEL CAKES.]
[But he is at least blocked from what is to come.]
ERIDAN: -wheels this cart outtie, definitely holding his breath from BREATHING IN THE CHEMICALS. Hello prize booth.-
[There's all kinds of prizes on display: Axes, special stardust, clown facepaint. Essentials.]
[Seems like they're paying in blood tokens, which are, in fact, human ears. Probably from people less lucky than the guy they rescued.]
LIFERA: -She's following as well, ready to punch a clown if necessary.-
PENNY: ... -can she grab one of those axes? are there people around??-
[THERE ARE. Lots of people, actually. Trying to get their prizes. Some of them are now trying to get funnel cakes.]
ERIDAN: -The funnel cake cart is TARPED by cape, you idiots. Can you not SEE.-
[THEY CAN SMELL IT YOU BOGARD]
[BOGART?]
[WHATEVER]
QIRIN: Helllllloooo there! =She does block his way, cocking her hip as she greets the juggalo cheerily!= A miraculous evening to you!
SOME FUCKIN JUGGALO: YEAH POPPIN HOT SHIT NINJETTE WHERES THE DOUGH AT????
PENNY: -aUGH-
QIRIN: Aw man, the line's all clogged up! Some eighth grade history class came for their class trip! Dough guy has gotta feed the next generation, you know what I mean? Ahahahaha!
[The juggalo has NO idea what this fresh pimpin ninjette is going on about. But at least that buys them some room and some time to move the thing.]
RILEY: -she wandered a little too far and got lost... Suddenly panting next to them- holy shit you would not believe-- oh my god what NOW?
ERIDAN: havve at it -whirls the cape off the cart and throws it over Riley.- keep that on wwould you ERIDAN: its durable the kind to ride out lightnin storms through
RILEY: -catches it. Thank you ace reflexes. She puts it on- i'm such a badass.
QIRIN: =are they even done yet? She's waiting for BOOM!= So...while we wait for Boogie Woogie Wu to scare off the tiny children, why do we not exchange pleasantries on this fresh turf?
JUGGALO: :o/
QIRIN: What do you favor? Halls of Illusion or House of Horrors?
JUGGALO: -SLOWLY REATCHING FOR HIS HATCHET-
RILEY: -penny do I need to get my gun-
ERIDAN: -turns his back to riley in a dramatic fashion and arms himself with an assault rifle. All eyes on him, folks.- alright you insatiable GREASE CLOUT FUCKS CLEAR THE MOTHERFUCKIN PATH ERIDAN: -and promptly bombkicks the cart and the whole trap of grease into the crowd.-
MOVVE I SAID
QIRIN: Ah, I see you have a hatchet. You should never run with one...unless you're
running with a hatchet,
amirite? QIRIN: ;)
JUGGALO: -oh shit.- JUGGALOS: -OH SHIT-
[They suddenly bolt out of the way of the HOT GREASE CART-
RILEY: -this is suddenly the most exciting shit she's seen in a while. Gun time.- B)
ERIDAN: -taking this time to line gallons of sparkle fish gasoline by the display stands. Marching like the grimest of military marches. They only really have one shot at this. His glasses glint menacingly at the crowd.- STRIDER -bares fangs- ERIDAN: LETS BLOWW THIS TENTED SHITSTAIN OF A FESTIVVAL
QIRIN: =still distracting this one juggalo if he isn't distracted already. She's going to rinse her mouth with salf water after this=
[HE IS DISTRACTED WITH RUNNING FROM THE EMINENT FIRE]
QIRIN: =Awesome.= QIRIN: =she quickly joins everyone else, more than gently urging everyone back. She has a feeling this will be a fireball.=
RILEY: -WHERE IS PENNY SHES NOT GONNA LEAVE HER-
ERIDAN: -God damn it, STRIDER.-
ERIDAN: -You're back at being the twwinkie gobbler.-
RILEY: -so....you're saying I was promoted? SHES NOT LEAVIN WITHOUT PENNY-
PENNY: -SHE'S COMING SHIT-
RILEY: -YOU BETTER OR IMGONNA DRAG YOUR ASS OUTTA HERE-
LIFERA: -also just gonna keep distance from this shit-
ERIDAN: -brandishing the assault rifle at the crowd. Now that everything is in order, Eridan whirls on the prize tent and begins peppering the gasoline tanks with gunfire. Hasta la vista you salted juggalo fucks.-
JODIE: - She's been GHOSTING away from the main group in full aggrobat regalia, even throwing in a cartwheel or two. yup she totes mgoats belongs here. she's looking for a get away vehicle of some kind. -
RILEY: -LETS GO-
[THAT IS A KABOOM]
[The prize stand goes up in flames. Clown paint and stardust? Flammable.]
[The gasoline tanks goes up in flames. The tent itself? IT IS ON FIRE YOU BET YOUR ASS]
[The smoke is choking but it's spreading WAY too quick across the whole dang long.]
[lawn]
[whatever]
ERIDAN: - 🔥🔥🔥 -
JODIE: - well it looks like things are going well over there. -
[THAT LONG LAWN.]
QIRIN: =shoving people in the away direction. Forgive her lack of being gentle, but if it's spreading, and people are lagging, she'll resort to hupping em under an arm and toting them away.=
JODIE: - Let's see... something not on fire... not on fire... -
[There is a BEAUTIFUL convertible that-- no wait it's on fire. And it was a raffle prize anyways.]
[Looks like the ice cream truck isn't on fire. Don't eat the ice cream though.]
JODIE: - That'll work. She sneaks up and checks the windows to make sure it's empty. She can't be sure about the back though, she'll need to. open it up. Scurries-
ERIDAN: -holding his goddamn breath in all this. Seadweller skills activate. Fuck, his gills are going to burn something fierce in all this smoke.- ERIDAN: -SHOVING HIS SOLDIERS, GO GO GO GO GO. Messaging Jeff and the others stationed outside the premises. There's no going back to the campus after this.-
LIFERA: -DON'T YOU SHOVE ME BOI-
ERIDAN: -THEN GET IN THE ICE CREAM TRUCK QUEENIE. CHRIST.-
RILEY: -SORRY BOUT THE SMOKE RYAN IM TRYIN OVER HERE-
ERIDAN: -At least she has the cape and won't get burned by ash.-
QIRIN: =Helping Riley in the van. She's preggers with an energy consumer, after all.=
JODIE: -KEYS? IF NOT ROLL TO HOT WIRE. This takes her back to 6th grade. -
RILEY: -thanks qirin you are a gem-
ERIDAN: -balancing himself out in the back, ready to defend with one arm on his rifle. HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSES.-
LIFERA: -just kinda joins Eridan there, just in case-
PENNY: -hops up front with Jodie- lets get this shit rollin huh??
QIRIN: ^_^
JODIE: -She's managed to get it WORKING. Ice cream truck noises-
ERIDAN: -side eyes the juggalo ex-empress. Has another moment of disconnecting surrealism.-
[Broom broom. She's in her mum's car.]
LIFERA: 38D
JODIE: bet your sweet ass. everybody in? -
RILEY: yeah! floor it!
ERIDAN: -Still remains... the sound of silence...-
JODIE: haha... ha.... - FLOORS IT. TOWARDS THE WHITEHOUSE. This is her life. -
JODIE: - Not the worst thing she's done with an ice cream truck but at least the worst thing she's done on the white house lawn.-
RILEY: -HOLDING ONTO THE NEAREST PERSON FOR BALANCE-
QIRIN: =It's okay, she's sturdy=
[Once the twins and Roxanne are SECURED, the getaway ice cream truck is now Minnesota bound. For everyone's safety, it's best not to hide out anywhere near here... The campus had been evacuated after the concert, anyway. Just to be safe.]
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MN, Ground: Day 27
DAVE: -Jesus Christ they're finally here. it's been a long time but motherfuckers he is coming HOME because of that cheesy bullshit that is home being where the people you care about are. He's slow to get his feet on the ground, taking in the scenery first, before following the others up to the house-
ARADIA: -they're here...-
DIRK: -everyone get the fuck out of the way. dirk is here to greet everyone, but especially family... which right now means dave so hello dave you're gonna get a brother hug... he doesn't really know the extend of the damage done to him so he doesn't know how to be MINDFUL OF IT...-
DAVE: -it's a relief seeing dirk alive and okay, but he doesn't have a lot of time to process it with the hug he's given and the way it gives him such a sharp pain. He grits his teeth, patting dirk on the back and wincing while in this brother hug- LOOSER NOT SO TIGHT
DIRK: Oh fuck-- Sorry. -LOOSENS HIS STRONG GRIP-
DAVE: -YA TOO STRONG YA ASSHOLE- its cool its like a love back break i get it we just gotta respect the property of my spine
DAVE: anyway sup
MITUNA: -Hops down as well, everyone is here wow look at this brotherly bonding. Gay-
MEULIN: -She ALMOST tackled Dave, but instead she's here to try to nuzzle between Strider tiddies.-
MEULIN: -Just. Right there in that hug.-
DIRK: You-- Oh. Hello there.
DAVE: -thank you Meulin for being thoughtful- also hey meu I dont think you can even see my lips moving right now but the sentiment is there
MEULIN: (^・ω・^ )
MITUNA: ehehehe
MEULIN: PRR PRR.
ARADIA: -watching from the roof-
RUFIOH: -also watching from the roof...-
MITUNA: -He's gonna inside. Pauses to wave at Aradia-
HESONY: =just hanging out with the dragonfly, dont mind him=
ERIDAN: -gazing from inside the ice cream truck in his stupid ice cream man geddup. The things he had to do to get everyone here on time... Horrendous. https://img.buzzfeed.com/buzzfeed-static/static/2014-12/2/15/enhanced/webdr07/enhanced-22416-1417551805-3.jpg -
DIRK: -nuzzles meulin's hair a little...- She's got cool shades that transcribe everything around her. I wonder who got her those.
ARADIA: -hops down to greet more properly. mituna first- hows your arm or lack thereof
MEULIN: (○｀ω´○)
DAVENFORTH: -Climbs out the back of the ice cream truck, bandaged and wearing his own shades again. Walks over to the nephew cat sandwich- Aint yall just adorable
DAVE: some anime asshole probably -fuck it's just nice to be with his brother again-
MITUNA: oh i75 how youd 7hink i7d go my balance i5 fucked
QIRIN: =just....eyeballing the Alaska group. What the shit happened to all of you?!=
KURLOZ: =Get over it, he's just going to get out and walk right into the cabin/house. He doesn't know you hos=
DAVE: -he can't help but smile a little at his uncle- yo uncle dave nice job wreckin the presidents -from this angle no one can see the scar on his neck and he is thankful for that-
MINDFANG: -What Didnt happen. Also shes standing near the dragonfly too, eyeing Hesony. Hes had it real good for a while.-
HESONY: =Hello Mindfang, he sees you looking, but the fight in him has pretty much died. They kept their promise.=
MINDFANG: -They sure did, and now there is no real reason to keep them around so she is just pondering that.-
ARADIA: yeah i figured ARADIA: -pauses and then just lightly and carefully hugs him- welcome back
KARKAT: =Is also out and about somewhere but he knows you hoes. At least everyone else didn't go through hell=
RILEY: -EVERYBODY MOVE THE FUCK OUTTA THE WAY-
DAVENFORTH: -It's okay, you can't see the scar on his eye. His face, his beautiful face.- Thanks but ro did the part that wasnt getting my ass kicked you should congratulate her
DAVENFORTH: You look like you went through some shit
DIRK: -lucky bastards, everyone can see HIS scar..-
DIRK: -smiles a little at brunc, but oh fuck here she comes... the mom-
ROXANNE: -Shes getting out of the truck after Derek and Riley, she wasnt going to be in the way of that, no sir.-
DEREK: -LEAPS AFTER RILEY-
DEREK: -JET NOISES-
DAVENFORTH: -Observes-
RILEY: -she's running at them and nearly collides into the boys and meulin consequently, wrapping her arms around their shoulders- OH THANK FUCK.
MITUNA: -A hug is probably the nicest thing he's had in a week. He loops his good arm around Aradia and squeezes and rests his chin on her head.- 7hank5 arayray
DIRK: -starting to get emotional... with his parents and his brother and his uncle and his cat all right here...-
DAVENFORTH: -Gets sad about his cat-
RILEY: -they're getting smooches on the head- my babies.
DAVE: -he winces a little at the first collision but he's okay and WOW WAY TO BE EMBARRASSING MOM- hey
ERIDAN: -disgusting... this clan of humans in their natural habitat... how do you tell them apart. Eridan fears for himself.-
ARADIA: you get to actually rest for a little while now
ROXANNE: -Eridan dont be a downer.-
MITUNA: yeah righ7 7he 5creamy a55hole5 ate back
ERIDAN: -He's always a downer. And eating a dreamsicle in the ice cream truck.-
ARADIA: who karkat
ARADIA: we have a lot of screamy assholes mituna
MITUNA: he ha5n7 been 7ha7 bad ac7ually i mean7 um i mean7 7he dead one5
ROXANNE: -WELL DONT BE.-
ROXANNE: -Also enough of watching the striders reunite, as cute as that is, shes going into the house on a quest to find her own daughter, where is rose where are you hiding her.-
DEREK: -places a hand on dave's shoulder during all this... that'll do pig-
ARADIA: oh that makes so much more sense
DAVE: -STOP IT BRO YOURE GONNA MAKE HIM CRY-
REDGLARE: -Oh, hey, hello. This. And everyone. And people. She's limping. She's tired. She's been keeping herself awake for the flight, and some of the pains have been keeping her from conking out anyways, but she's not quite ready to pass out on the floor. She hobbles over to the nearest thing she can sit on and sits.-
DAVENFORTH: !!!! -Walks over to Redglare and just kind of stands there, taking this all in. She looks so tired, and like she went through literally hell. His eyes linger on her a little too long- You mind if i sit here
REDGLARE: s1t. REDGLARE: 1 s4w your 1m4g3s.
DAVE: -SO SMOOTH BRUNCLE-
DAVENFORTH: -Groans a bit as he sits next to her.- I think they did too much justice
REDGLARE: ...
REDGLARE: Mph.
REDGLARE: You 4lso brought b4ck th3 s1lly... m4sk m4n 4ct.
REDGLARE: 4t l34st 1t s3rv3d 1ts purpos3.
DAVENFORTH: Got something against dave skellington movies
DAVENFORTH: Icon
REDGLARE: 1 th1nk 1 w4s cl34r 3nough.
REDGLARE: S1lly.
DAVENFORTH: Sex symbol
REDGLARE: uh-huh.
DAVENFORTH: -Sighs- Were gonna have a marathon when we get back im gonna get you an entire devils food cake and everything
REDGLARE: Th4t's...
REDGLARE: -snorts.-
REDGLARE: opt1m1st1c.
REDGLARE: You'll t3mpt th3 odds. Just c4ll 1t 4 sl1c3.
DAVENFORTH: Like youd just want a slice
REDGLARE: -PUNCHES HIS ARM-
DAVENFORTH: -Doof. He grins a little- So two slices huh
REDGLARE: M4yb3.
REDGLARE: On3 4nd 4 h4lf.
DAVENFORTH: One and three fourths
REDGLARE: You know wh4t.
REDGLARE: Sur3.
DAVENFORTH: -Puts an arm around her. He's just glad she's alive.- About time i win one
REDGLARE: Oh, shut up. You k1ll3d 4 world l34d3r.
DAVENFORTH: I had help
REDGLARE: Sudd3n bout of hum1l1ty?
DAVENFORTH: Sudden bout of getting crushed
DAVENFORTH: Probably would have a lot more worse for wear if it hadnt been for roxanne
REDGLARE: Oh.
REDGLARE: H4.
DAVENFORTH: I got sloppy and almost lost an eye or life for it you know whichever
DAVENFORTH: Not that ill get sympathy from you
REDGLARE: couldn't poss1bly 1m4g1n3 wh4t th4t's l1k3.
DAVENFORTH: Nope only me
REDGLARE: ...
REDGLARE: Won't b3 4bl3 to do much l1k3 th1s. Sp34k1ng of.
DAVENFORTH: Well get you back up and running
REDGLARE: 1'm not runn1ng 4nywh3r3. C4rry m3. 4ss.
DAVENFORTH: Like a bara princess
REDGLARE: Wh4t do3s th4t m34n.
DAVENFORTH: Ripped to shit
REDGLARE: Oh.
REDGLARE: Y3s.
JOHN: - I didn't get to rp it but you can bet your ass John vigorously rubbed himself on Dave, Aradia and Dirk. Because! He was worried! And he missed them! For Dave it's extra vigorous. -
DAVE: -JUST STEER CLEAR OF THE BACK and we will be good-
JOHN: - Hair gets floofed and refloofed-
JOHN: - Also you get more medical attention because he doesn't trust these non uu people to do it right. -
DAVE: -be my servant-
JOHN: -after all the emotional reunions and fussing over everyone as much as they'll allow him....john honestly feels kind of uneasy and restless. eventually he finds himself sitting on the ground with his knees crossed, dumping out every piece of medical equipment in his sylladex and carefully cataloguing it. it's probably not necessary but he just really needs something to do.-
DAVE: -plops next to John and sits- hey
KANKRI: -It sure was kind of crazy with all the reunions, and after he was settled he managed to find John....dumping stuff on the floor with Dave.-
KANKRI: -Awkwardly stays hidden at the doorway to the room to watch for now.-
JOHN: -taking down how much he has of everything on a little note pad. looks round at dave and only dave since kankri is being weird and evesdropping- hey, man.
DAVE: havent seen you in like a month
DAVE: crazy shit huh
JOHN: yeah. if i had to say the shit was anything, i might use the word crazy.
DAVE: what about ape shit
DAVE: we turning this all primate primape reverse darwins theory of evolution
DAVE: we start as fuckin advanced as hell creatures and then just go back to the monkeys
JOHN: is this your roundabout way of expressing that earth really blows because if so i grudgingly gotta agree..earth really blows.
JOHN: i mean i had expectations for how much it was going to blow but the batterwitch really hit it out of the park.
JOHN: which is impressive because the bitch banned base ball.
JOHN: how do you ban baseball.
JOHN: -SOUNDS REALLY BITTER AND HAUGHTY.-
DAVE: you cant ban baseball
DAVE: baseball lives on in our hearts or some shit
DAVE: you either hit a home run or strike out
DAVE: but seriously i forgot all about queen troll
DAVE: until like now
JOHN: i mean...i'll forgive you, seeing as you had a lot of shit on your plate.
JOHN; ...baseball puns.
JOHN: and i'm really glad you were able to make
JOHN: a home run.
DAVE: ... DAVE: terrible
JOHN: c:
DAVE: how would i have gone another day without your goofy ass
JOHN: -feels the urge to hug him again, but he just leans on him instead.-
JOHN: -what if he just kind of sits on all his friends and protects them.-
JOHN: -crushes them lovingly under his ass.-
JOHN: -would this protect them from the 10 billion things that want to kill, hurt and take them away from him.-
JOHN: -these are the questions.-
DAVE: -lets it happen. He can't get too mushy even if he wants to scoop his best friend up in a hug and just stay like that for ten hours. So that's the most he can do. Let him- who the fuck vacations in minnesota
JOHN: -it's okay dave. he understands strider psychology by now. he knows u love him.-
KANKRI: -Finally walking in after watching that whole exchange.- I think that at least s9me pe9ple must have, at the very least 6ef9re all 9f these redicul9us new take 9ver laws that have 6een implemented. Perhaps they name f9r the scenery.
JOHN: maybe they tried to get out of minnesota but they couldn't, so they made the best of it.
JOHN: -ends up talking at the same time as kankri ???-
KANKRI: -Its like they are linked. Except not.-
KANKRI: -Also he is just going to casually sit on the other side of John.-
KANKRI: What are the tw9 9f y9u up t9?
DAVE: its minnesota
JOHN: talking about minnesota and dancing around the fact that dave adores me.
JOHN: -just sitting there like :)-
KANKRI: Yes it is? And what a69ut it 6eing Minnes9ta makes it less desira6le then anywhere else?
JOHN: i'd say "it's an earthling" thing but
JOHN: i don't think that's a thing anymore.
KANKRI: I d9n't kn9w, I think that there still can 6e "earthling things."
KANKRI: Whatever they c9nsist 9f anyways.
JOHN: then thinking minnesota is a snowy boring wastleland is probably one of them, to answer your question.
JOHN: although idk this place looks pretty nice.
KANKRI: It has 6een the nicest part 9f earth I have visited s9 far.
KANKRI: Then again I d9nt feel like I have adequate experiences t9 c9mpare it t9...
DAVE: -literally just watching them talk so easily with each other and kankri hasn't even gone on a rant yet-
KANKRI: -That's because he feels like he doesn't really need a lot of words for John to get him.-
DAVENFORTH: -In the cool of the morning he finds himself sitting lake side, holding a mirror up to his face and peeling at the bandages around his eye. Great, yeah that was definitely gonna scar. At least he could see, even if it was a bit blurry. His face was started to heal up too, the swelling starting to subside despite there still being bruising.-
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Virginia: Day 26, Prezidankal Coup
[[The doors stand close, looming and kinda greasy for when dem boys am arrive]]
DAVENFORTH: -HOL UP. We dem boyz.-
ROXANNE: -That us.-
DEREK: -looks the door over. huh.- We just bustin in?
ROXANNE: Looks weak enough like we could if we gotta'.
DAVENFORTH: Im takin my house back -He gonna kick it open-
DEREK: -SUCK MY DRAGON BALLZ BITCH CALL ME GOKU-
[[the door is so greasy and so easy to open that if Davenforth isn't carefull that kicking could make him fall into a full split]]
[[Upon entering the newly decked out captial of pimposity they will be faced with an intricate maze of mirrors. Oooooh aaaaah.... how annoying]]
ROXANNE: -Makes a face.- This shit is dizzying.
ROXANNE: Also ya'know always thought i wanted to visit the white house until now.
DAVENFORTH: -Takes off his mask and ventures in-
DAVENFORTH: I mean honestly fuck the white house but yeah it aint deserve all this
ROXANNE: -Walking in.- So weapons out now, or nah?
DEREK: -THE SWORD ALREADY OUT- ...
DAVENFORTH: -He brought rebellion for this one-
[[To be honest it's all kind of bullshit. And to make it bullshittier almost immediately there's already there’s some lanky cackling human slipping between the walls with TWO SWORDS. He flips them all around like crazy while laughing maniacally. This is the host. Where are your tickets?]]
ROXANNE: -Thats all the okay she needs, say hello to her semi-automatic, and a belt of reloads.-
ROXANNE: Mmm.
DEREK: -pretty hot roxanne. ngl.-
DEREK: ... Bro you need to chill.
ROXANNE: -Thanks, she tries.-
DAVENFORTH: Real talk
DAVENFORTH: How much you wanna bet ro pegs this motherfucker one shot
2SWRD: =Tazmanian devil noises, this is his real talk. He stammers and points a sword at them... they're tapped to his hands=
DAVENFORTH: Seriously
ROXANNE: Better at long distance but I got somethin' for this, one sec. -Shoulders the riffle and decaptcha's the hand gun she got from Eridan. Shes been practicing with this one too.-
DAVENFORTH: Kinda hot roro
ROXANNE: -There is very little time before getting it and then she is firing two shots at sword guy.-
2SWRD: =CLANG CLANG, looks like he knows how to use those swords... look out he's pointy and a banoodle and oh yeah he's in a thong with full body paint. Fellas, lady. Your welcome. SWINGS SORDS=
ROXANNE: -Gdi.-
ROXANNE: -So many levels of uncomfortable with this guy.-
DAVENFORTH: This voldo ass motherfuck well looks like its my turn -Raises his shades for a split second and winks at Rox before charging at this bitch and stabbing at him-
ROXANNE: -Shoots him a brief smile for that, but she is still internally so many levels of "Fuuuck this."- Fuck 'em up.
DAVENFORTH: Just gonna warm em up roro this is a team effort after all dont you tag team
2SWRD: !??!!?!?! =MORE TAZ NOISES, Crosses swords with Davenforth and raspberries nasty spittle into his face while gibberish speaking=
DAVENFORTH: -GROSS MY GUY. Tries to push him back.-
2SWRD: =He is a lanky thing so he gets shoved back pretty easy. Stops. Turns. Runs arms flailing into the white house. Making siren noises=
DAVENFORTH: Uh
ROXANNE: -Can she shoot him now?? Shes gonna try, POW.-
DEREK: Bitch. Wheres he think hes goin?
[[You can see his many reflections on the mirrors, if he doesn't get too far at least]]
DEREK: ... -starts breaking mirrors near him with the hilt of his sword-
DAVENFORTH: -Same tho-
[[The bullet crashes through the mirrors and now with other mirrors being broken the sirens stop]]
DAVENFORTH: I meant three shots
ROXANNE: Damn.
ROXANNE: Well thanks for the confidence anyways.
DAVENFORTH: You got the next one babygirl
ROXANNE: -Steps further in and smashes one of the mirrors with her boot clad foot. Feels good destroying government property.-
DEREK: Fuck yeah.
DEREK: -advances, smashing up mirrors as he goes-
[[They clear out the mirrors to a certain point but the deeper into the maze the mirrors seem to go liquidy then completely clear and watery. A troll woman strides out of the shimmery surface and steps down onto the floor. Her gown and hair are flowing in a way that's so effortless but probably has some effort to it and she just stares at these three bozos.]]
ANGSTGTH: =Sigh=
ROXANNE: -Um.-
DEREK: Oh shit its Ebony Darkness Dementia Raven Way.
DAVENFORTH: Fucking preps
ROXANNE: -SNRK.- Wow.
ANGSTGTH: =SIGH= yOUr outDAted meMes aRe so.....
ANGSTGTH: =gurgles= grOdy
ANGSTGTH: guEss yOu goTta, lIKe... dIe. or whaTEver =SIGHHHHH=
ROXANNE: Us grody? Ya' seen the whole capital lately?
ANGSTGTH: uGh yEs
ANGSTGTH: eVRy dAy
DAVENFORTH: -Captchas Rebellion and pulls out his sword that matches his brothers.-
ANGSTGTH: =UGHH=
DAVENFORTH: Whats the chances of you fuckin off and lettin us through you dont have to expend effort or die and i keep my suit clean fair trade
ANGSTGTH: =Tsks=
ANGSTGTH: uGh wELl i mEAn
ANGSTGTH: i prETty mUCh gEt... nOt suCky benEFits???
ANGSTGTH: so.... yEAh...
ANGSTGTH: anYWay.....
ANGSTGTH: =holds her crystal ball and it glows hotly before shooting WHITE HOT or... red hot or blue hot.... rainbow beams of light at them. Fires her laser=
DAVENFORTH: -Jet noise as he flips out the way-
ROXANNE: -Thats really cool, but also really deadly. She's gonna duck.-
DEREK: -oh shit, he zips out of the way too. damn magical goths.-
ANGSTGTH: =SIGHHHSS= jUSt.... no..... =Just die, she wants to get back to brooding=
DAVENFORTH: -Flashsteps towards her but flips over her at the last minute, aiming a kick at her back-
ANGSTGTH: =DOOF, goes ragdolling into one of the mirrors= uuuuugGHhhhhhh
[[She disappears into the liquid silver, bloop]]
ROXANNE: Nice shot. But also what the fuck? -How she do that.-
ANGSTGTH: =The same way she emerges from another one, shooting bright yellow heat beams at Davenforth= rUDe uGh i lIKE
ANGSTGTH: waSHed tHIS, iT's a pAIn to lauNder hERe =gurgles=
DEREK: Oh damn.
DAVENFORTH: -Backflipping for his GODDAMN LIFE-
ROXANNE: -Its rude to shoot beams at people. Although now that there is distance between her and Davenforth, Roxanne is shooting to disarm her of the use of her arms, how do you like bullets heading for your shoulder.-
ANGSTGTH: =They suck like.... big time=
ANGSTGTH: =Her shoulder jerks and she winces, clenching teeth atthe bullet in the shoulder= my tOp UUGGGGGHHHHH, i cAN't croTChet lIKE tHIS
ANGSTGTH: gOd
ANGSTGTH: =lifts her uninjured arm charges up the crystal ball here comes a rainbow fire party everywhere but directly under it=
ROXANNE: -WELP.-
DAVENFORTH: Sorry ro -Flips and FLINGS Roxanne towards the girl. He's gonna....try and dodge this fuckery with flashsteps????-
ROXANNE: -DUDE.-
ANGSTGTH: =WHY? HER PERSONAL SPACE?? Doof! That startles her enough that the crystal ball goes wobbling out of her hands= oh my gOOOOOOOOOOOOOd! =Today is just... #TheWorst=
ROXANNE: -But also sort of thanks. well if she is going to be anywhere in proximity shes going clubbing with the butt of her hand gun.-
ROXANNE: -NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOUR BAD DAY LADY.-
ANGSTGTH: =AND she's hit in the face? RUDE.=
ROXANNE: -B)-
DEREK: -oh shit, slides to snatch up the crystal ball as it rolls away, after he TOO flash steps around the fuckery. assuming it doesn't just break...-
[[The ball doesn't break, it's just hecka warm. Meanwhile her mirrors are still liquidy and glowing and she's laying on the ground. Today. BLOWS.]]
ROXANNE: -Gently kicks her with her foot.- 'Kay that went alright.
DEREK: Ooo fuck hot potato. -bounces it between his hands a couple times before he sticks it into his sylladex.-
DAVENFORTH: -Skids to a halt, panting a little.- Alright lets go
ROXANNE: -Causally reloads.-
ANGSTGTH: uGh yOUr shOes aRe diRty sTOp >:(
ANGSTGTH: nooooooooooo UGGGHHHHHHH
ANGSTGTH: =Sighs and lays here, reciting poetry about her shitty day=
ROXANNE: What about goth girl here. -Doof punt pow. Keeps sticking her foot on her.-
ANGSTGTH: MMNNGNGNGNNG
DAVENFORTH: -Walks over and poises his blade over her face.- Occupational hazard
ROXANNE: -She backs up, hands up, giving Davenforth the space.-
ANGSTGTH: =SIGH= i mean =shrugs on arm= yEAh
DAVENFORTH: -Doesn't think about it, just stabs down. Then he lifts it back up, walking forward like nothing happened.-
[[DED]]
ROXANNE: -Gonna try not to commit that image to memory. Store it away for later, Roxanne.- .............
ROXANNE: -Cool shes good lets roll.-
DEREK: -whoops, he doesn't seem all that phased by this. it's almost like they've done this shit before.-
DAVENFORTH: Fuckin annoying holy shit -He keeps pressing forward-
ROXANNE: Mhm. How many of this side show freaks ya' think we gonna' run into?
DAVENFORTH: As many as we gotta put in a casket i guess
[[Here they are.... The end of the maze and an arch to even celebrate that. How simple..... TOO SIMPLE. Or it’s just simple.One thing’s for sure it’s dusty as hell over there. Do they not sweep here? Probably not.]]
DAVENFORTH: All this shit and still no housekeeping unbelievable i bet barack is turning in his grave
ROXANNE: Where are the standards.
[[There are none]]
ROXANNE: -Terrible. Where is the nation's pride.-
[[There is none]]
DAVENFORTH: -It never had it-
DEREK: -shimmies thru the arch... expecting confetti... or some kind of indiana jones style booby trap.-
DAVENFORTH: -Walks through-
ROXANNE: -Shes going through last.-
[[It’s never that easy, let’s be honest here. As soon as they get closer the arch starts to waiver and then SPLATS onto the ground making a mess of water onto the dust that was on the floor. They will get wet.]]
ROXANNE: -W hy.-
[[Party]]
DAVENFORTH: ! -Jumps away-
ROXANNE: Eugh. This hole place makes me feel like im on drugs.
DAVENFORTH: You think this is what bein on drugs is like
DAVENFORTH: Kinda close
ROXANNE: 'Dunno never did any.
[[ The dust absorbs the water and builds up. It bubbles ominously and from the muddy slime googly-eyed skitter critters start to emerge. Damn. Those are some big seamonkeys.]]
DEREK: Well I know what were doin when we get outta here.
DAVENFORTH: Okay nevermind definitely like what being on drugs is like
DEREK: …
DEREK: Huh.
ROXANNE: Im too old for-- .........jeez.
[[They look slimy and crawl over each other, skitter critters. Like giant beetle/crossed silverfish]]
DAVENFORTH: What the fuck actually
[[Clickity clackity bug noises as they climb all over the walls and on the floor. If y'all thought roach problems were bad here comes the monkeys]]
ROXANNE: This is hell. -Okay switching to the big gun for this, strapping the hand gun on her belt and taking the safety off her rifle.-
DAVENFORTH: Im pretty sure youre right about that -Eyeing these creatures and their surroundings. -
ROXANNE: -Shes gonna test popping one right between its many eyes. Please let it be that simple.-
[[Thery're here to crawl right up your leg Davenforth. Also Roxanne does shoot and kill it. It gurgle clicks into a mound of slime and releases a cloud of noxious gas that'll make any sniffers dizzy. The slime is thick and slippery. They're not even attacking. They just exist and crawl around]]
DAVENFORTH: -EUGH. He kicks them off and starts backtracking away, until he gets a whiff. Trips and stumbles behind Roxanne.-
ROXANNE: -Finally she kills in one hit. Thank god. Except there is no god, not here.-
ROXANNE: About damn ti--nngnh. -Woah head rush. Shes quickly covering her mouth and nose.-
[[The more these critters crawl the slimier the floors and walls get, the slime faintly has that smell effect but as it builds up the scent gets stronger.]]
DEREK: -covers his mouth quickly before he catches too big of a WHIFF but mmmmmnnggg. this is getting hairy as the fumes spread... he grabs his wobbly brother with his free hand, and while he still has coordination, shoves him across the slime down the end of the hall. IT'S LIKE A WATER SLIDE, DAVE. HAVE FUN.-
DAVENFORTH: What the fu--- -Goes sliding past all these slimy heckers.-
[[WHEEEEE, he's too fast for the bugs, they're not even worried about him. They're just being adorable sea monkeys]]
ROXANNE: -They would be cute if they didnt stink.-
DAVENFORTH: -Coughs and shakes his head. Pulling himself up. Looks back at Derek and Roxanne.- What the shit are you doing asshole
DEREK: -JUST OK HANDS AT HIM. you got this. meanwhile, he's starting to cough too.-
DAVENFORTH: DEREK
[[Fumes: Are noxious]]
ROXANNE: -She got to put the safety on her gone shes too dizzy for this shit. Also fuck standing, Derek mind if she leans on you a bit.-
ROXANNE: Fuckin'..
ROXANNE: Gotta' get over there.
DEREK: -wheeze. hooks an arm around roxanne's waist to support her and waves the other arm at dave.- BITCH MOVE.
DAVENFORTH: You shittin me right now youre in the middle of a fucking stank cloud
KURLOZ: =Walks up behind Derek and Roxanne. Looking Davenforth in the eyes=
KURLOZ: 👍
ROXANNE: -Wow because thats not creepy.-
DAVENFORTH: -Has he seen this clown before?-
KURLOZ: =At the college, he organized them arriving there. Your welcome=
DAVENFORTH: -You bitch-
KURLOZ: =Taps Derek on the shoulder, and will support his weight if need be. Move your meat sack before you pass out and he isn't hoisting anyone tbh=
DAVENFORTH: You die im kicking your fucking ass twice over -Ugh. he keeps running. Guess the Oval office is soon.-
ROXANNE: -Clown bro how are you not suffering from the gas.-
KURLOZ: =He doesn't breathe, easy= :o)
KURLOZ: =Nods and is gonna guide them on outta there to fresh air=
ROXANNE: -Also wraps an arm around Derek, they will stay up together dammit. What do we say to death, not today.-
ROXANNE: -Also nudges him to move his ass.-
DAVENFORTH: -Nyooming down the hallway.-
[[The Oval Office is trashed with graffiti, the presidential seal on the floor updated with the ICP logo. There are discarded Faygo bottles everywhere. There’s also just magical STARDUST piled up on the desk and on the floor. There’s also this BITCHIN spiral staircase to the roof]]
DAVENFORTH: -Stops to take a selfie.-
DEREK: -HE'S NUDGED.- Aight Im movin Im moooovin. -MOVES. WOBBILY. but he glances back at where his brother was. he didn't want him to do this alone... he don't trust that motherfucker to NOT do something stupid.-
DAVENFORTH: -Heads on up that staircase-
ROXANNE: -Stop talking and breathing you DINGUS. Shes still dizzy as fuck but shes doing her best to guide them after the clown. Also yeah she is also really worried about Davenforth...-
ROXANNE: -For once please dont be an arrogant bastard, friend.-
DAVENFORTH: -Literally no guarantees-
ROXANNE: -Dont.-
DAVENFORTH: -8)-
[[The higher he ascends the stairs the more obviously he can hear the sound of beat boxing and fresh, muffled lyrics. The smell of Faygo is stale and sickeningly sweet. Gritty special stardust leaves a trail and once he gets up there... there they are. Jamming away]]
SHAGGY: =Check his baggy jorts, check his high white socks, check his Polo slippers and probably blank white eyes maybe. Or is that the stardust in the air Homeboiiii =
VIOLENT J: -everything was blue... his jorts, his jants, his japris...-
VIOLENT J: -but there is definitely something extra unsettling about this pair as they slam back this wicked elixer. the larger of the two wipes away the sugar liquid dribbling down his chin with an ashen pale arm, trashy tats glowing with some weird energy. discarding the half consumed bottle, he turns to davenforth with blank eyes framed by pitch black makeup.-
VIOLENT J: WELL SHIT LOOK WHO'S PUNK ASS DECIDED TO SHOW UP?? THIS RICH BITCH.
SHAGGY: UH OH FUCKO JAY. THE MAD MEDIA SHIT TALKIN, STALKIN BITCHASS DUDE GOT BALLS. SHAGGY: FOR NOW, BUT NOT LONG.
DAVENFORTH: -Rests his blade on his shoulder.- Wow just wow im impressed honestly
DAVENFORTH: Tell me guys
DAVENFORTH: Howd yall manage to look even less threatening in real life thats a real talent honestly
VIOLENT J: -belly laughs with an unsettling, undernatural kind of growl underlying it.- HOMIE AIN'T AS CLEVER IN PERSON. YOU THINK HIS SPOILED ASS HAVE SOME BITCH WRITING HIS TWEETS FOR HIM OR SOMETHING???
SHAGGY: YO, WHAT YOU TALKIN ABOUT HE IS THE BITCH! =Laughs, it's gurgling and layered while taking one last swig of his elixer=
DAVENFORTH: Spoiled aww come on we all cant live in the lap of luxury getting raised by wild dogs in the midwest -He's eying them, studying them and this fucking...what the fuck is this glowy bullshit anyway.-
DAVENFORTH: Losin your virginity to an ear of corn man that must have been wild times
SHAGGY: DON'T STALL YO. CAME UP HERE WITH A PAIR THEN YOU TREMBLED EM DOWN YOUR PANTS SUIT, FUCK! SHAGGY: TIME'S IS WILDIN OUT, COME GET YOUR WHOOPINS MONEYBAGS.
DAVENFORTH: -He smirks- Youre gonna feel this pair on your forehead before this is said and done with
DAVENFORTH: Be useful and hold this for me -He chucks his sword at Shaggy and flashsteps out of view, appearing behind Violent J, removing his suit jacket and trying to throw it over his head.-
SHAGGY: =Thats a sword incoming hot, spins his arm up and suddenly long, dark and shiny ropes are in his palm. He spins them and jams his ass on out the way. Whipping the ropes on over for them ankles my man. He gon latch=
DAVENFORTH: -Oh what the fuck. That sure is a rope latching around his ankle. He's got barely enough time to draw his pistols from his strife specibi. Tries to get off a shot or two before whatever is about to happen.-
SHAGGY: =If Davenforth looks down, he'll see the rope is Shaggy's greasy, lopped off dreads. Longer.... stronger, gettin their friction onger=
VIOLENT J: -damn, man. this is the nicest thing he's ever worn on his body. it's easy enough to dispose of, turning to throw this jacket back around dave's neck. the combob of jacket and dreads is intended to push and pull him down to the ground.-
DAVENFORTH: -Oh fuck! He lets out a strangled noise. Yeah okay, breath is suddenly hard to come by, he misses that commodity. Alright new target. He aims his pistols at Violent J's face, letting out a flurry of bullets.-
VIOLENT J: -TAKES A WHOLE BUNCH OF LEAD TO THE FACE... which, realistically, should kill a bitch dead. but instead he just... staggers, touching at bullet peppered face paint .- DAMN! FUCKOOOFFFF!
DAVENFORTH: -Tries to slip his own jacket from around his neck-
SHAGGY: =It's okay man bro he got you= YO, YOUR PAINT JAY. HOLD UP! =Snags ropes again and is going to flail and body slam Davenforth on the WhiteHouse Helepad. TARGET CENTRAL YO=
VIOLENT J: OHHHHH SPLASHED! -says while face... oozes...-
DAVENFORTH: -Pain shoots through his body and he lets out a pained noise. What the FUCK man? He's trying to shoot at Shaggy now, to get his legs free.-
SHAGGY: =NOT HIS JORTS, he takes many bullets. One to the knee and stumbles. Davenforth can feel the greasy dreadlocks writhe and squirm in pain as he does so. But they loosen=
DAVENFORTH: -He pulls his feet free, tumbling back and taking the time to reload. Eyes his sword. Starts flash stepping around and peppering them with bullets to confuse them.-
VIOLENT J: -wobbles around rather comically. WhOoOOOOoOOA!!! the bullets are disorienting and he's taking a few hits, but it doesn't seem to be doing much to him... he just keeps oooozing from the wounds.- THIS BITCH IS SLIPPERY!
SHAGGY: =He's not really looking any better, a frustrated wet sound bubbling up in side him as he leaks.= THEN LET'S GET SLIPERRYIER! =Whips the dreads again then slams them on the ground and they branch out wildly in different directions. Where's your feetsies Dave=
DAVENFORTH: -NAH FAM. Stows his pistols and whips past his sword, hupping it up and slashing wildly at dread vines. Don't you fuckers play videogames?-
VIOLENT J: -ONLY BACKYARD WRESTLING 2: THERE GOES THE NEIGHBORHOOD-
DAVENFORTH: -GOD DAMMIT-
SHAGGY: =Speaking of the dreads leave grease all on that sword but also here comes this lanky motherfucker, he's coughing up vicous fluids but not befor he tries for a good grip On Davenforth, are y'all ready for this?=
DAVENFORTH: -Are ya ready kids? He EXPLODES forward, propelling this grease ass sword at Shaggy again and trying to slide under this gross bile. He knew y'all bitches was sticky, but greasy too? HELL NAW-
SHAGGY: =SHUNK, he gets stuck with the sword and laughs giddily spilling all kinds of sloppy fluids while this sord protrudes from his lanky frame=
VIOLENT J: -time to tag team this shit again. he's RUNNIN' IN to grab dave from behind. they're all slippery now... but if he can get a grip, he's taking him to suplex city.-
SHAGGY: =Its a sammich=
DAVENFORTH: -Tfw you thought you were sliding home free but some fat clown motherfucker decides nah you out. There's a slight crunch as Davenforth is suplexed. he lets out a groan as the world spins for a bit, but it's not too long before he's trying to recover, get to his feet so he can plan his next attack.-
SHAGGY: =Will he get that plan though? Here comes a chest slap, look alive vulnerable human. That AND he's rockin a sword better than you could. DAMN=
DAVENFORTH: -DOOF! Grabs the hilt and drives it DEEPER, then tries to force it upward, all the while they're slipping across the roof.-
SHAGGY: =HRK! SPLORTS more nasty fluids on Davenforth as they slip, the sword is inching upward that's for sure and he's gonna try to drive them right to the edge= CAN YOU SURVIVE THE BIGGEST BASS DROP IN HISTORY PLAYBOY? =His voice even more distorted and offkey with itself=
DAVENFORTH: -Smirks at him- Fuckin drop it -Jumps and flips over him, yanking the sword out, and as he's twirling overhead opens his legs and rubs his nuts ALL ON HIS FOREHEAD. When he lands he slices at his neck. Give him the top first.-
SHAGGY: =There goes the sword and also his neck he done gets sliced=
DAVENFORTH: -Catches that head in his sylladex casually-
VIOLENT J: -OH FUCK!!! ok, he's not laughing anymore. his face twists with paint and ooze and rage, running at dave with beefy arms ready to clothesline.-
DAVENFORTH: -That's a lot of big coming at him all at once.- Oh shit big babys mad DAVENFORTH: -Tries to duck and slice at that leg-
VIOLENT J: -well if he's gonna try THAT then he's just gonna jump to tackle him instead.-
DAVENFORTH: -My guy. MY DUDE. BOOMF! Davenforth groans as he's just crushed by this meaty oozey mother fuck. He's pretty sure he heard something crack. Not sure on who but it happened....-
VIOLENT J: -he's about to hear something ELSE crack. time for a good old fashioned beat down, fists 2 face.-
DAVENFORTH: -OOF OOF OOF OOF. His face is just eating these blows like sunday brunch and his glasses crack. He's not bein a bitch tho, trying to throw his own blows back.-
ROXANNE: -Fresh air had done wonders for her head, it was killing her but at least she could see straight. See straight enough to drag herself to another roof top anyways. She meant it when she said she was going to cover these boy's asses, Davenforth doesnt get off the hook just because of noxious fumes.-
ROXANNE: -Shes had enough time to set herself up, finger steady on the trigger, eye piercing through the scope. As much as it sucked to see Dave getting his face beat on, this was a great line up for a shot. Eat rounds, clown.-
ROXANNE: -Pulls the trigger and shoots a bullet for right between Violent J's eyes. Rest in rip.-
VIOLENT J: -that ninjette got him square in the noggin, and despite all the blows he's taken to the face, this one has his thrown back, off of dave and left a twitching mess. not quite dead -- but not quite
functioning
either. it's like he's trying to get back to his feet but can't quite make it without flailing. WHAT EVEN IS HE? MAN, MACHINE, SOMETHING ELSE ENTIRELY?? one thing is for certain, he's about to be DECEASED.-
ROXANNE: -Hes nasty thats what. She may also be quietly congratulating herself on shooting the juggalo president.-
DAVENFORTH: -Coughs and sputters up some blood, dragging his ass up standing. Goddamn, he must have one hell of a guardian angel. Everything is blurry, not quite right...oh shit is that sunlight? Maybe that's why his noggin hurts so much...well that and the tenderizing it received. At some point his sword left his hand, he scrambles for it, trying to steady himself. The broken frames on his face are thrown aside, his left eye scarred by broken glass but whatever. Despite the searing pain he focuses. His sword passes through J's neck like a hot knife through butter, and that's another skull in the dex. Everything looks like a JJ Abrams movie but he can tell everything's on fire, with no means of escape. Wheezing a bit and choking up another bloody loogie he leans on his sword. He's kinda fucked ain't he?-
DEREK: -NOT QUITE. thanks to clown intel about the white house layout, and after fighting through a few more bullshit obstacles, a slightly battered brother emerges from the stairwell a few moments later, zipping over so dave can lean on him instead.-
DEREK: Hey... Looks like I made it just in time. Convenient. -notices the sunglasses have been fucked up, so he offers up his own to place on dave's face instead. that's why he has them in the first place, after all.-
DAVENFORTH: -Leans heavily on Derek, wheezing a little. Thanks for the shades though, maybe the pain in his head will subside a little.- You asshole -Coughs a little bit more, spitting blood to the side-
DAVENFORTH: I knew you didnt want these hands
DAVENFORTH: So whats your brilliant escape plan
DEREK: Well we got a getaway vehicle waitin... Considering we arent being discreet anymore... Why not fly to them? -we both have to have hoverboards, come on...-
DAVENFORTH: -Wheeze laughs at that, except it causes him to cough a little more blood.- DAVENFORTH: Think i punctured somethin but sure why the fuck not wheres everyone else though
DEREK: Ridin around in an ice cream truck.
DEREK: -takes out the hoverboard and helps dave to stand on it with him- You good? Like your not gonna go flailing into the wind after we take off right?
DAVENFORTH: -Gives him a bloody grin- Come on dude what kind of scrub do you take me for these headless scrublords
DEREK: -snorts- Ok cool. -keeps a tight hold of him though... and then they nyoom, ice cream truck bound.-
DAVENFORTH: -See, look Qirin. He's alive!-
QIRIN: =somewhere she is making this face: :/ =
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Virginia: Day 14
RILEY: -its harder to feel comfortable with a guitar when she's just getting bigger, but she's found a position on a bench where she can play again. not singing just strumming and plucking away-
KURLOZ: =He's going about his business, getting things ready while everyone seems to laze about which was fine. He wanted them done a certain way. Hearing guitar he hums then glances over at a Riley. One of their newer guests and makes his way over. Giving her a wave=
RILEY: -peeks up at the approached. another clown? mime? Jesus Christ: she nods in response and grins, continuing to play.- any requests?
KURLOZ: =taps his chin then tilts head at her, throwing hand gestures and sign language at her= <Be you one of those other ignorant motherfuckers on the language of the hands?> =There are ignorant motherfuckers in abundance=
RILEY: oh. sorry, i don't know sign. i mean...if you write stuff down, i can read it.
KURLOZ: =Puts her on the list of rude motherfuckers then. Pops something out of his sylladex and puts it down on the bench next to Riley. It's a crystal skull. A troll skull with clear gem eyes while the rest of it is a mixture of blues and purples and a little pink. Seats his ass on the other side of the bench. The skull between them then his eyes flicker purple and green. The skull speaks= SKULL: NONE SCRIBE REQUIRED BABYMAMA.
RILEY: -makes a face at that display- uh. mmm. is there another way?
SKULL: LEST YOU GET THINESELF LEARNT IN THE LANGUAGE OF THE HANDS. HELL NAY.
RILEY: ... RILEY: you wanna teach me then? crash course? sorry dude but this thing is fucking creepy.
SKULL: SISTER IF THIS WHERE YOUR LINE IS DRAWN THEN O'ER THE HORIZON MANY HORRORS AWAIT YOUR ASS.
RILEY: ...yeah i know that. -frowns- just like to lessen the creeps when i have a chance. RILEY: do i look at you or the skull?
SKULL: WHICHEVER YOU SO PLEASE, MAKES NO DIFFERENCE AS BOTH ARE BUT VESSELS THROUGH WHICH SPEAKS HAST PASSED. KURLOZ: =He's not even looking at her tbh, he's glancing about the green watching some of the humans here hustle to and fro. Good, they're handling their shit.=
RILEY: where do you even get something like this?
KURLOZ: =Turns to her finally then shrugs= SKULL: WILL SAVE THOU THE INCREASED CREEPS AND KEEP THE INFORMATION WITHDRAWN.
RILEY: oh jesus, OKAY. but back to my original question, do you or your skull friend have any requests?
KURLOZ: :o) SKULL: NEVER TOOK CARE TO FAMILIARIZE MY WICKED SELF WITH Y'ALLS LYRICAL CATERWAULING. WHICHEVER PICK YOU LAND ON MAKES NONE DIFFERENCE.
RILEY: -she laughs genuinely with an incredulous look on her face- lyrical caterwauling. i like that.
KURLOZ: =gives her two thumbs up and nods, he likes it too. Because it's true=
RILEY: can i steal that for a song title of mine?
RILEY: it's brilliant.
KURLOZ: =waves at her like "oh stop"= SKULL: USE AS YOU WISH, THERE AM A WEALTH OF BRILLIANCE TO BE HAD IN MY SYNTAXES.
RILEY: i can credit you as mime guy with a freaky talking skull.
RILEY: now that--THAT. RILEY: is the name of a band.
KURLOZ: =shrugs with one shoulder= SKULL: CREDITS BE DO AND THEN SUCH AM THE REPAYMENTS THEN. GIVING CREDIT WHERE IT IS DUE TO USE NOT PLAGARISMS IS TO SACRIFICE PRECIOUS PENNIES. CHARITIBLE WHERE NOT NEEDED BUT BAD AS SHIT BUSINESS PRACTICE.
RILEY: -stares at the skull. She didn't understand a word of that.- yeeeees. exaaaaaactly.
KURLOZ: =snorts then gestures to her guitar=
RILEY: you want me to play anything?
RILEY: ANYTHING i want?
KURLOZ: =Shrugs= SKULL: MUCH AS I MAY REGRET SUCH FREEDOMS I DO GRANT IT.
RILEY: -pauses for a little and then aggressively strums- BOOTY BOOTY BOOTY BOOTY ROCKIN EVERYWHERE.
KURLOZ: =actually he can jam with this=
RILEY: -she's literally just yell singing the lyrics-
KURLOZ: =That's fine. He's accustomed to screams=
RILEY: GET IT TOGETHER AND BRING IT BACK TO ME.
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Virginia: Day 7
PENNY: -She's been around the dorms for a while and now ended up in the cafeteria, some shitty beer in a cup. Why?? College kids is why.-
RILEY: -at some point she also goes to the cafeteria, and actually runs into penny. she's drinking something. riley misses alcohol. she looks at what's around the cafeteria before approaching her younger sister- hey.
PENNY: oh hey sup beautiful.
PENNY: geddit. -points between their eyes with two fingers.- we have the same genes.
RILEY: that we do. -snorts, looking around again before back at penny- how's college life for you?
PENNY: -SIIPS.- you know I think Im winning at it.
PENNY: closest Ive gotten before. -raises cup like a toast-
PENNY: cheers to a lonely mediocre adulthood.
RILEY: same. fuck college, honestly.
RILEY: trust me, you stick with us it won't be lonely or mediocre for long.
PENNY: itll be crowded and shitty instead. -SNORTS WAY TOO LOUD and starts laughing-
RILEY: it'll be something. that's all i can promise you.
RILEY: -pauses- you're pretty good with a gun. dad ever teach you?
PENNY: pfff. -sip-
PENNY: Dad never kept a lock on it. I taught myself. -sniffs. She's trying to imagine her dad being around enough to teach her more. In her day, he drifted even further.-
RILEY: ha. sounds about right. all kinds of fucking safety hazaards in that house. -it's hard not to get sucked into the memories. the hard parts. the pain of it all. she's trying her damnedest to push it away-
PENNY: -stares at Riley for a long moment, just holding her cup-
PENNY: ... you know you dont have to like. -waves her other hand around- relate to me or whatever. maybe you were there once but you have no idea what I went through.
PENNY: you dont know what they were like after you left.
RILEY: it's not me having to relate to you it's... nevermind.
RILEY: but you also don't know what they were like before i left.
RILEY: you were just the tiniest ginger.
PENNY: yeah maybe. -looks off, shifting in the stupid cafeteria seat-
PENNY: who knows. maybe they were the same.
PENNY: just a little different when theyre right in your face with it and the one person you think can get you out of it never shows up.
RILEY: -her expression softens- i uh.
RILEY: i wanted to take you with me.
PENNY: and look at me now.
RILEY: oh, i am. i have been.
RILEY: they tell you they kicked me out?
PENNY: -squints at her- why?
RILEY: -glances at the table- embarrassed mom i guess.
RILEY: one of her friends saw me. uh.
RILEY: -winces a little- with this guy who was a total dick but i was stupid, whatever. we were so fucking drunk. we didn't expect anyone to just fucking...show up there. but they did. so that lady called mom and i came home wasted and "oh no my daughter's a slut blah blah blah." mom lost her shit. dad threw me out.
RILEY: mom had been telling everyone stuff about me that wasn't even close to fucking true. if i ever ran away, she would tell people about how i was specially chosen for some kind of made up conference because of my excellent grades and outstanding character. she got real elaborate, you know?
RILEY: so when her friend got a taste of who i really was--everything mom already knew--her world just fell apart because how do you explain that when you've been telling everyone how AMAZING your child is and none of it is true?
PENNY: -she's quiet for a long moment, then sips again.-
PENNY: and then you went off and made your own new family and forgot I ever existed. PENNY: no I get it.
PENNY: you had to move on with your life.
PENNY: so did I.
RILEY: no. -she shakes her head- that's not-- what happened at all.
RILEY: -she sighs- if i could have taken you without not having anything to support you, kidnapping charges, or you bouncing around a foster care system then i would have.
RILEY: nothing is that simple.
PENNY: yeah. I know. -taps the bottom of her cup against the table-
RILEY: -she exhales- i haven't spent most of my life with family. so i never did replace you or whatever you were implying. nothing was gonna replace you.
PENNY: fuck. -it's not very elucidating, but it's all she's managing right now.- PENNY: no. nope. I cant do this. -stands up- I tried and Im done. sorry everybody.
RILEY: well fuck, penny! i'm trying to be honest with you here--i'm not gonna feed you bullshit and say yeah, everything you think i did was exactly the way it happened!
PENNY: you dont--
PENNY: Im not doing this. Im not pulling my fucking guts out right now. Im not NEARLY fucked up enough.
RILEY: -exhales again in frustration, standing- you don't even-- -she stops herself, going over the things she's saying in her mind, and sits back down- just know i'm. not going anywhere.
PENNY: fuck... -she just threads fingers into her hair, standing there for a good ten seconds too long before turning and walking stiffly away-
RILEY: -when she walks away, she doesn't know why the hell she's trying this, humming at first where she is, maybe tearing up a little when she quietly sings- RILEY: is it just you and me in the wreckage of the world?
RILEY: that must be so confusing for a little girl.
RILEY: and i know you're going to need me here with you.
RILEY: but i'm losing myself and i'm afraid you're going to lose me too.
PENNY: -and now she stops, just shuddering silently where she stands. She doesn't know how to deal with this, either, and she's feeling increasingly more sick. A few beats later, she jogs to a trash can.-
RILEY: -maybe she remembers. it certainly seemed like it. But the hardest part is keeping herself from going after her. Penny needs space. she can't afford chasing her away and she's already pushed boundaries. so she will sit there for a long while, thinking and hoping and praying to something, anything that she sticks around with them. she gets up and goes over to wherever Derek is so they can head back. What a night-
[[ For those staying on campus if they wanted to meet the ones who made all of this possible then Jeff informed everyone that they would be making an appearance and introduce themselves. There was going to be a little meeting in the library. The space is large enough for everyone and there are tables and chairs and loads of BOOKS and also covered computers because we can't be using those now can we?]]
TAKODA: -his interest is definitely piqued... he's HERE to meet the person pulling the strings.-
TAKODA: }:o
???: -Excuse fucking you. That's people pulling strings. The executives behind the puppeteering and okay. Maybe one of those people was charged with the physical labor of barricading the university but the HEIARCHY STILL STANDS.-
???: -A whole mahogany desk from one of the dean's offices has been moved to the library, complete with the matching squishy chair in order to convey to all who's boss. A fish troll sits, reclined with his boots up. Dressed to the nines in dark colored militial swag-- vest, overcoat, belt. The works. All reflecting the violet status of his blood color and.... hairstreak?? He must be some kind of hipster.-
???: -He's also drinking a lot of whatever this red beverage is. Could be punch. Whatever, it's in a glass with some ice.-
???: =Extra. Incredible. He's just dropping some files on the desk completely content with ruining all the.... whatever this dude has going on here. He's just stepping forward in the same thing he's been wearing this entire time. Shorts, tights, heeled boots, and a skeleton-esque top. His face paint less.... clowny and more mime-ish but it was a clown troll=
???: =Gives Takoda a wave and friendly smile after dropping off the important documents in front of the show-boating seadweller. His lips are sewn shut so he won't be speaking any time soon but hello=
???: -slorrrrrrp. Fish troll leans forward to 👀 the docs. Definitely rifling through them. Let him see, mime.-
???: =Feel free to rifle. He's not stopping you, he's not even paying attention to you=
TAKODA: -suddenly getting vibes from his time on europa, glancing between these extravagent and eccentric highbloods.-
TAKODA: -smiles a little lopsided as he smiles back and then shuffles over to them.-
TAKODA: HELLO. 1 WAS TOLD THAT, 1 COULD MEET THE PERSON... PERSONS... WHO HELPED US, OUT OF A ST1CKY S1TUAT1ON?
JODIE: -PEEPING ON THIS FROM THE SHADOWS.-
JODIE: 👀
???: =Nods and waves a hand, signing at Takoda= [Mine and my associates efforts what made the stick unstuck. Myself am Kurloz. Humble pastor who hath stumbled upon these fertile lands most prosperous.]
???: -fixes Takoda with a hostile squint but that's just really the look of his face. He's just saying hi.-
???: yeah and youll be fuckin glad wwe did nitram -Definitely speaking in some kind of douchey accent.-
???: barrellin into frays like you aint knowwin the ups and dowwns of navvigatin through hostile territory
???: just askin for a pike wwith your name on it seems like -Pouring himself more drink. As it turns out, it's cherry Faygo.-
???: aint my business though my aims at competance
TAKODA: -maryam glances between them- OKAAAAY.
TAKODA: 1 GUESS, 1 NEVER REALLY WAS ONE FOR UH... HOST1LE S1TUAT1ONS, SUCH AS TH1S.
TAKODA: BUT 1T ALL TURNED OUT ALR1GHT. SO, THANK YOU FOR THAT.
TAKODA: WHOEVER YOU PEOPLE ARE, THOUGH YOU APPARENTLY KNOW WHO 1 AM?
JODIE: -Hmm. Should she be worried? She continues to snoop.-
???: course i knoww wwho you are -flicks a fin dimissively, settling back to brood in his chair like a grumpy supervillain.- cant be listed high in the univverses most wwanted lists wwithout some sorta correspondin infamy followwin the deed ???: luminary
???: ironic wwhens there not much bright about you to start wwith looks like -scoffs.-
KURLOZ: =Is this another motherfucker whom don't know the language of the hands? He glances at the fishtroll and pats the files again, puffing up dust in the "villain"s grill. Files. Takoda. This is how=
???: -accepts the puffs of dust on him. He deserves this. Slorps more sodas.-
???: stitchmaww heres been real keen at meetin you ???: huge fan kinda pathetic -grumbles-
KURLOZ: =ur on the way to a fast nap my guy, but other than that completely ignores the fish and stares at Takoda.=
TAKODA: -honestly he should know sign language... he makes a note to learn it... it's good for his job.-
TAKODA: OH, R1GHT... HAHA.
TAKODA: -stares back at kurloz- A FAN?
???: thats real helpful a mime holdin a presentation -hhhheh hah. He's actually snorts into his glass.- mmmyep ???: number one fan
KURLOZ: =Opens one of the folders and leans on the desk with his back to the fish. Pulls out a printed report of the happenings in FLAVORTOWN. He knows they peeps are connected=
JODIE: -decides it's safe enough for now and cartwheels out of the shadows- hey.
JODIE: sorry if i'm interrupting any super secret negotiations. -she doesn't seem very sorry.-
???: aint secret if evveryones gone and been invvited -sets glass aside, letting Kurloz do the boring paperwork. Serves him right.-
KURLOZ: =Looks to the cartwheelingy human and shakes his head. She doesn't seem sorry but he also don't care if she doesn't seem sorry. None secrets here=
JODIE: -hup! perches on desk and extends her hand for a shake.- oh yeah? we're having an assembly? you got a projector stuffed in that coat? -glances around.-
JODIE: -actually she offers both hands. 2x shake combo.-
KURLOZ: =He's holding one (1) whole paper, so his hands are pretty much tied. Gestures to Eridan. He's so social. Eridan should make friendly with her. He's so good at that=
JODIE: -it's okay Kurloz, you can have a fist bump instead. she gently taps your knuckles.-
???: ... -kinda awkwardly nudges at her hand?? As a form of greeting.- ???: eridan ampora
JODIE: -CAN'T HELP BUT GRIN AT THAT. WOW.-
JODIE: hehehhe. well, i don't have a title like hunkalicious over there i'm just jodie the human.
TAKODA: }:)
ERIDAN: -sitting there, squinting with more suspicion.- right
ERIDAN: ... (wwho the fuck is--)
ERIDAN: oh -Eyes set on Takoda for a second. The muscles, really but whatever. He turns in his chair.-
ERIDAN: guess so
JODIE: -yes you, hunkalicious.-
KURLOZ: =They can all agree, he is hunky=
JODIE: -yeh ERIDAN get on board.-
TAKODA: -he knows he's hunky. they should all be able to agree.-
ERIDAN: -he gives him a 6. Maybe a 7. He's not very sharp for intrigue in Eridan's opinion.-
JODIE: -YOUR RATING SYSTEM IS HIGHLY FLAWED, JODIE THINKS.- so any hints what the presentation will be about?
JODIE: modern television has made me a little nervous about public gatherings.
KURLOZ: =shows Jodie a picture of the two presidential candidates. He also has a folder of davenforth's prodding tweets. This is what this is about=
JODIE: -She studies the pic and SIIIGHS a little- oh, that.
JODIE hmph. well if you ask me we could use all the help we can get.
KURLOZ: 👍
JODIE: who knows maybe you'll pull a trump card out of your sleeve that gives us a snow ball's chance in hell of survivng. -she doesn't sound very hopeful. also TRUMP CARD. get it TRUMP card. presidents. they won't get it.-
ERIDAN: look its all to do wwith the public acts a defiance the other portion of your group wwent and committed themselves at
ERIDAN: regardin flavvortowwn
ERIDAN: alla that rebellious flare has got the circus excuse for a govvernment up in arms about headin these types a threats
ERIDAN: so wwhat youre tryin at just got a hellava lot harder to execute
ERIDAN: and i do mean execute should they get their hands on you
JODIE: yeah yeah i got it.
KURLOZ: =Nods, bouncing all them curls. That's what he's here for. To give them the chance of getting close, let alone surviving. Takes a step back and gestures to the folders again. Holding up the map to Eridan's face. The ones with all the blocked routes. Tell them the thing=
ERIDAN: -ghhh. His eyesight's not THAT bad. Christ.-
ERIDAN: -snatches the map up.-
JODIE: i don't think any of us have illusions about what the consequences are....well at least i don't. you might want to emphasize that for the boys when they turn up.
JODIE: not that it'll make a difference.
JODIE: -where's her cigarettes. she wants one again.-
JODIE: -oooh, what's this. she peeps on the map.-
ERIDAN: you gone and done the human thing and elected a leader a your group or nah -looking over the map- sounds like a spell for trouble if you ask me ERIDAN: by the by these wwill be your blocked passagewways to the capital ERIDAN: im talkin shitloads of patrols navvigatin the land sky and wwaterfronts
ERIDAN: puttin this shit in perspectivve wwhere the lot of us can see it -sets map onto table.-
TAKODA: -looks into the camera for the first part of that-
JODIE: as for the leader thing, i don't know. it's sure as hell not me though. -SORRY GUYS, SHE'S SMOKING INSIDE. this is stressing her out already.-
TAKODA: TH1S W1LL BE HELPFUL, YES. -peeps at the maps-
KURLOZ: =Holds up one finger, hold up. Know what is also useful? He unfolds blueprints to the WhiteHouse lawn with booths and "attractions" marked on it. This is also something they'll need. Kurloz draws a cresent moon on the WhiteHouse map. Night time Fight time.=
ERIDAN: -This one speaks for itself.- hope youre gettin alla this
ERIDAN: stitchmawws the type to only say it once
JODIE: -glances at takoda- he's got it. and if he doesn't got it well i'll pick up the scraps.
QIRIN: =She is a little tardy due to sleeping in forever - she hadn't realized how much sleep she wasn't actually getting - but her appearance suggests otherwise. She's prepped and ready for a brand new day!=
QIRIN: =She's here now, that's what matters. Qirin walked up to the gathered (and partially familiar) group, joining them. Sup yall.=
ERIDAN: -Oooooo, what the Dersite monarchy would give to know Eridan's been in the same room as the White Queen. THIS IS SO SATISFYING.-
ERIDAN: -he's so squinty eyed and pleased about this.-
TAKODA: -is she speaking for him? that's fine... he only side eyes her a little- 1 CAN KEEP THESE, R1GHT?
KURLOZ: =Already eyeing Eridan. Don't even. But he nods to Takoda=
ERIDAN: -He wasn't going to say anything, jeez. Stop projecting intents.-
KURLOZ: =He can. But he won't.=
QIRIN: =not wishing to place a break in the conversation, she nodded at Kurloz and Eridan, acknowledging them, before drawing her eyes across the map. Hm....battleplans...=
ERIDAN: figurin wwe may as wwell collaberate in missions of equal standin
ERIDAN: the uus gotta be knowwn best for nothin else in fact
LIFERA: -SPEAKING OF FORMER QUEENS...-
LIFERA: -She's not far behind Qirin. They might have even come in together. Maybe with some agreement to make Davenforth sleep some more in favor of grabbing necessary info themselves. This guy is sort of dumb about not taking care of himself.-
ERIDAN: -chokes on his drink a little bit and ends up swallowing a particularly large airbubble.- ................ -wheeze-
KURLOZ: =Oh. Was he not aware. Vague catknifing=
ERIDAN: -Well yes but also nO.-
ERIDAN: -now he has cherry soda on his front.-
LIFERA: -SHE GRACIOUSLY SAYS NOTHING ABOUT THIS. Just taking a seat with the other adults.-
KURLOZ: = pathetic=
ERIDAN: -He's going to die.-
KURLOZ: =He can only hope bro=
ERIDAN: -fuck your hopes, bro. He's living out of spite now.-
ERIDAN: ... ERIDAN: i forgot wwhat i wwas sayin
LIFERA: Something about CORALABORATION?
KURLOZ: = 🙄 @ eridan, useless. =
ERIDAN: right
ERIDAN: helpin achievve similar wwise goals and such
ERIDAN: the text book definition of the stuff -Thrown out of sorts and whaps his front.- fuck
ERIDAN: wwhat the shits this soda stuff made outta
KURLOZ: =the dryest of stares. Can you be stupid later?=
ERIDAN: -Waht??? He feels STICKY.-
LIFERA: I'm curious. W)(-ER-E are the both of you from? And why the finterest in assisting us?
QIRIN: ^_^
QIRIN: Excellent question.
LIFERA: Shorely this would not be easier for you.
KURLOZ: =Gestures out of the window towards the Chapel. He's a holy man. And this?? Gestures to clown presidents. This? Really?? No, no. =
LIFERA: You disagree with the -EX-ECUTIV-E C)(OIC-ES?
KURLOZ: =He thinks on that.... taps his chin. Shrugs and nods slowly. Simply put and as far as he'll go into it yeah sure.=
ERIDAN: -averts eyes at being asked a question by an empress. An ex-empress but still. He sure feels stupid regardless and follows Kurloz's gesture outside.- in essence ERIDAN: lotsa shit wwould be easier but it aint
ERIDAN: go hard or fuck off the oxygen supply is the muck up of it from my end
LIFERA: Like what?
LIFERA: A violet in the CURR-ENT reign doesn't seem to me like he would be faced with too many difficulties.
QIRIN: =yeouch lifera....she was wondering the same, honestly.=
ERIDAN: dunno could be right
ERIDAN: but then theres submittin to the likes of an empress wwhod sooner moww dowwn good loyal trolls for a laugh before anythin resemblin honor
ERIDAN: -broodingly rocks in chair.- but it aint much of a story so wwhatevver im here noww
LIFERA: )(m. -stares at him for a very long moment, CONCHSIDERING-
ERIDAN: -Well if she's staring, she's gotta know and see that DESPITE the way he's dressed, Eridan is young. Barely capping into his ninth sweep. Also he is shifting uncomfortably under her stare. Lots of things to study about him.-
LIFERA: -Young. He's probably not that good of an actor, not yet. Or maybe that's the convenience of the ruse, but he does seem genuinely awkward and wounded, and that's not a trait she sees often even in good actors.-
LIFERA: Maybe you're not so loyal to her anymoor. But why help us? Revenge? Or is whatebber you did so bad that you have nothing else to LOS-E?
ERIDAN: besides meetin a cullfork your highness no -chugs the rest of his drink down.- nothin else
QIRIN: =she is also scruitinizing him in her own way. The way he's shifting allows her to see that despite his air of confidence, he is nervous. Perhaps by being asked too much of his past? Or that he is in the presence of two ex-queens. He'll get used to the latter, eventually.=
QIRIN: Of course.
QIRIN: Was the sharp end of a cullfork the only thing to sway your loyalty?
QIRIN: It has been a couple years since the crewmembers of the Union were accused of treason. I am sure our faces are everywhere. Word travels easily when spreading discord.
QIRIN: How can we assure the safety of the rest of the crew with our bounties so high?
QIRIN: What we need-- What we require is assurance. Forgive me for saying, but tell us... =Her eyes went from Erdan to Kurloz, addressing borth= How can you assure us that you are allies?
KURLOZ: =Holds up his hand and shakes his head. Nothing can be done to immediately gain trust=
LIFERA: Glub.
LIFERA: -stands up from her seat, nearing the desk- I have a porpoisition that might be agreeable.
ERIDAN: -continues being broody. Not making eye contact with these here royals.- mmgh
ERIDAN: wwhats that
LIFERA: If the two of you come with us, and help us execute these plans... LIFERA: In whatebber role we sea fit to give you.
LIFERA: I think that shoald help BASSUAG-E any doubt.
ERIDAN: i knoww wwhat the hell im good at
ERIDAN: but
ERIDAN: fine
ERIDAN: if it wwavves off the trouts your conchiness -says it, meaning for it to come off as sarcatic but really, he just sounds like a bratty youth. Good old Eridan.-
QIRIN: ^_^ =u wee shit=
LIFERA: 38)
LIFERA: -EXS)(-ELL-ENT.
LIFERA: And what do you say? -looks at Kurloz-
ERIDAN: he says nothin he agrees obvviously look at him
KURLOZ: =He puts up a folder to Eridan's face, holding it like a hand model but blocks him out. The adults are talking. Shut up. Sighs and shrugs oh.... he supposes... if only he couldn't stayed in this university forever....=
KURLOZ: =OH WELL.=
QIRIN: =keeping the straightest face=
ERIDAN: -he is heavily considering biting the shit out of this hand.-
QIRIN: =inside, she's laughing her head off=
ERIDAN: see i told you
KURLOZ: =Remember that nap? Still a possibility man=
LIFERA: V-ERY W-ELL.
LIFERA: -glances at the rest of the peeps there- Are we in agreeance?
ERIDAN: -just sitting there with his fingers tented like B[ -
QIRIN: It is a good plan in accordance to our level of advantage here. =Which is almost none, but she'll take it=
QIRIN: I agree. =She turned to others for their answers=
RILEY: -despite sleeping in an actual bed last night, her quality of sleep was not amazing. last night was eventful, ending with too much stress and trying to get comfortable and a lot of staring up at the ceiling. she's been in the room all day, so she decides to go to the cafeteria. she doesn't need to eat right now, but it's nice to not be traveling, so she's taking advantage of it-
ROXANNE: -She had the same exact idea about 20 minutes ago, and is sitting at one of the tables with a mug of tea that is starting to border on turning lukewarm. Her phone is off to the right, after she had made herself stop checking for any sort of update from the others.-
ROXANNE: -She glances up from her drink just in time to see Riley entering.- ROXANNE: -Should she... Invite her over?-
RILEY: -she walks in and meets roxanne's gaze. she smiles tiredly and kind of stops where she is. should she...go over?-
ROXANNE: -They have a small staring contest before Roxanne settles on bringing an equally trying smile before waving her over.-
RILEY: -OH OK. she goes over to roxanne's table and takes a seat across from her- hey.
ROXANNE: Hey yourself.
ROXANNE: -Drops her gaze to stir her tea.- How are ya'.
RILEY: as good as i can be i guess. what about you? what are you doing in here?
ROXANNE: Well, it's a cafeteria so I should probably be eatin' but instead I'm just takin' up a seat because I can.
ROXANNE: Ya' here to do the same or are you going to eat?
RILEY: makes sense. and nah, i'm doing the same. had to get out of my room at least once today.
ROXANNE: -Small chuckle.- A reasonable goal.
RILEY: -she laughs a little too before quieting.- you hear from rose or roxy?
ROXANNE: -Her mood drops and she shakes her head.- I haven't heard from Rose since she last posted on the group server. And never once from Roxy. ROXANNE: What 'bout you with Dave and Dirk?
RILEY: -she smiles empathetically- dirk's been good about posting, but no one from dave's group has said anything. -she frowns- so. haha. that's worrying.
ROXANNE: Yeah...
ROXANNE: -She takes a quiet deep breath.- I'm sure they are okay. Or at least that's what I keep tellin' myself to stay positive.
ROXANNE: Our kids are real strong and resourceful.
RILEY: makes you regret a lot of stuff. and kind of...overanalyze things you did. when you don't have any clue if they're safe or not. -sighs- but you're right. they're pretty amazing.
ROXANNE: Ain't that the truth. ROXANNE: Not that I have much to analyze in the first place. In fact I think I'd rather wish I had more times where I questioned my parenting or raising of the both of them.
RILEY: yeah. i get that. i wish i had that too. but hey. maybe with this one i'll be more of a decent parent. anything should be a step up.
ROXANNE: -She nods.- Ya probably will. Growin up helps a bunch. ROXANNE: I think I'm doin'.... Okay with russet. Got plenty of help though and so will you.
RILEY: you're great with russet. if i could be half as good as you are, i'd be okay.
ROXANNE: Heh, well, I'm sure ya' are gonna' be.
RILEY: thanks. -doesn't look like she believes it exactly- hey, have you seen penny at all today?
ROXANNE: Penny? Oh, nah I haven't.
ROXANNE: she's your sister right? Penny? -Not that she knows much else about her.-
RILEY: -she nods- yeah. yeah she is.
ROXANNE: You guys secretly close or is it usually like it is between you from what I've seen? -Maybe she's digging a bit too deep, but hey anything to get off the topic of kids.-
RILEY: -pffts- no. haven't seen or spoken to each other in what...17 years? last time i saw here she was 3. i was 18.
ROXANNE: Oh wow. ROXANNE: Hah, that's not to different from me and Ruth I guess. Except a bigger age gap.
RILEY: how far apart are you two?
ROXANNE: Only about three years.
RILEY: oh. yeah. i mean. it doesn't feel like that much of an age difference now? things would have been different if we were born closer together. i know that much.
ROXANNE: Ya' think so? -Hmm, she thinks for a moment.-
ROXANNE: If me an'Ruth were born that far apart I think we'd probably be in the same boat we are now. If any boat at all.
RILEY: i know so. even if we were ten years apart. by the time i got kicked out...i don't know. we could work together trying to see each other.
RILEY: but when she's just an innocent little girl...it's different.
RILEY: she would grow up believing everything our parents said about me. that would be her truth.
ROXANNE: -Her brows raise.- Ya'got kicked out?
RILEY: uh huh. i think i...would have stayed for her.
ROXANNE: Oh yeah?
ROXANNE: Gotta' say thats pretty noble of you.
RILEY: can't take credit for what i would have done given another circumstance. -she shrugs- sentiment doesn't matter now.
ROXANNE: Mm. I think it does. Even the thought counts for somethin'.
ROXANNE: Didn't sound like leavin' was much of your own choice anyways.
RILEY: it doesn't help our relationship, though. you know?
ROXANNE: -She shrugs.-
ROXANNE: Maybe, maybe not.
RILEY: just watch, i guess. you'll see.
RILEY: still gonna, try, though. it sounds like she's all alone.
ROXANNE: Thats what counts in the end, keep tryin'.
ROXANNE: Even if she is bein' stubborn about the whole thing. And hey, if this isnt one hell of a bonding journey then what is, am i right?
RILEY: -she smiles a little- yeah. you got that right. i just hope she's not already gone.
ROXANNE: Well, I dont know her well but doesnt family got that whole dumb bond going on?
ROXANNE: I think there is always room for gettin' over stuff. like the few times ive seen Ruth we've been working on resurrecting the near extinct relationship we have. Its been goin' okay.
RILEY: not...necessarily. it's not that easy. even still me and dave are still...working through things. -will they ever be able to get where they need to be is the question-
ROXANNE: -Thats the biggest question ever.-
ROXANNE: Mmm, yeah not sayin' its going to be easy.
ROXANNE: But you've got to keep trying right?
RILEY: of course. can't let penny get away. haha. -pauses- she would probably like you a lot. and the more connections to people she has that aren't me the better. gives her more reason to hang around. would you mind talking to her? just having a conversation with her or something.
ROXANNE: Oh.
ROXANNE: Yeah i could probably do that. We can do the stereotypical bonding over being the lil'sister haha.
RILEY: yeah, maybe!
RILEY: thanks. i...appreciate it. i want to keep on eye on her now that we're in the same place.
ROXANNE: Sure thing no problem.
ROXANNE: Heres hopin' she and I hit it off then. -Gives Riley a thumbs up. Wow, look how nice they are being to each other. Is this what personal growth feels like?-
RILEY: i'm rooting for you guys. -she smiles at her. wow. this feels. like they're friends.-
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