my auntie told her i kissed a soldier

[wearefriends]

[ WHO ]: EVERYONE
[ WHERE ]: ALL OVER THE APARTMENTS
[ WHEN ]: FROM 0:00 ON MONDAY THE 27TH UNTIL 0:00 ON MONDAY THE 3RD
[ OPEN/CLOSED? ]: OPEN
[ RATING ]: PG for now, will update if needs be.
[ WARNINGS ]: Nothing right now, will be updated if content makes it so.
[ NOTES ]: Okay everyone! Use this as a gigantic mingle log with the dolls. Leap into likely threads or post up private threads, no one minds! Let's just go for it.



HOLLA. GO FOR IT. Put the day your thread occurs on in the comment of your thread, but everything else is up to you!

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[wolfishsurvivalist]

"Do they? Damn it." She bared her fangs in anger and pain. How long had it been since she'd had to deal with this? Three years? Almost four? How had they handled it the first time? Growling under her breath in frustration, her ears flattened to her scalp and her tail tucked. She couldn't remember.

The offered first aid kit catches her by surprise, but she accepts it without anything less than gratitude. Catching it easily, already steeling herself for the pain that would follow using antiseptic on her sliced face.

"Something like me, only male and fairly large for a doll. Steel-grey fur, three scratches across the left side of the mouth. Tends to look like it's laughing at you." Mika can't help but wince as she cleans it, then puts on a medicated gauze patch before applying a pad over her eye and taping it in place. Tossing the kit back to Karkat with a grateful thank you, she licks some of the blood off her fingers before she realizes what she's doing.

"And yours?"

[carcinogenetics]

He patched himself up with the quick efficiency of someone used to dealing with stab wounds. Before she was even done, he pulled his shirt back over the wound and had cleared away the blood, stowing the evidence of the cherry-red fluid in his cards. When he catches the kit, that goes in too.

"Grey skinned, pointy candycorn horns. Red glasses, red eyes." He points to his own eyeballs. "All red. Not just the iris - pupil and sclera too. Wears the libra sign on her shirt."

Glancing down the hall, he looked for any sign of movement from either. Seeing none, he huffed out a sigh. "Been dealing with this shit since Monday. You?"

[wolfishsurvivalist]

"Libra sign, got it." She nodded, committing it to memory as her mind raced. Karkat's scent was memorized as well, as she doubted the dolls would bother to clean themselves up between attempted stabbings.

"The same. At least when this place goes to hell it usually likes to do it all at once instead of piecemeal." Mouth twisted unhappily, she snorts. "Not like that's any consolation."

Turning back to Karkat, she cocked her head and looked him over, wracking her brain to see if she'd seen him around before. "When did you wake up here? I don't remember seeing you around before. I try to remember all the new arrivals."

[carcinogenetics]

"Couple of months ago." He narrowed his eyes. "I kind of had psycho clown issues for a while." So he hadn't been around people that often. And now Gamzee was being eerily silent again...

Well, whatever. He can worry about that when killer dolls weren't trying to stab his face off. Even though the first thing he did was run down to Gamzee's apartment to see if he was there - no, he needed to stop.

"Anyway, we're not the only ones. Some of them are really going for other people."

[wolfishsurvivalist]

"Psycho...clown?" Her disbelief was obvious, but she figured it would be best to leave that topic for another time. She had to find that doll of her father before anyone else did.

"Not surprising, it was like this the last time, too." Her mouth twisted unhappily. "There's got to be a way to stop them, and I can't even remember how." With her frustration and pain boiling so near the surface, Mika had to shake her head to clear it.

"We've got to come up with a plan. Does the red tape even affect them at all?"

[carcinogenetics]

He clenches his jaw, deciding that asking 'If it's not happening like it did last time, don't you think it might be different in this case?'. Anything similar might help them out here, after all. Besides, he's so fucking through with being the leader.

"Well, I tied her up with some and she somehow got out and stabbed me again. So I figure it doesn't do much? Or it's like smashing them - disable them and they get back up?" He shrugs. "Fuck do I know..."

[wolfishsurvivalist]

"If the tape doesn't work, I...shit, I don't know! The tape's the only thing that's ever worked semi-permanently around here. Damn it!" A sudden sharp stab of pain left her clutching her face, her claws digging into her scalp as she tried furiously to think of something.

"Maybe if we capture them and tape them, put them in a confined space somehow. It was three years ago or more since this has happened, I can't remember anything!" When she pulled her hand away from the patch on her eye, she glanced at her palm, clenching her hand into a fist when she saw that blood had seeped through the bandages. "Head wounds...of course."

"Have there been any noticeable patterns with the doll attacks? Mine only attacked me once so far but I lost track of him." For obvious reasons, as it was hard to see where an enemy went when she was busy clutching her face and screaming.

[carcinogenetics]

"I don't know. I've been trying to keep mine from stabbing my fucking eyes ou -"

Rattle.

He turns around quickly, sickle jumping to his hand.