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jigoku_logs2013-02-07 09:40 pm
carcinogenetics) wrote in jigoku_logs2013-02-07 09:40 pm
hamsteaks
[ WHO ]: Karkat, Terezi, Gamzee.
[ WHERE ]: 3rd Floor, in Karkat's Apartment.
[ WHEN ]: TBA
[ OPEN/CLOSED? ]: Open? But give them some time to chat and get their bearings first!
[ RATING ]: Whatever rating a ton of 'motherfucks' needs tbh
[ WARNINGS ]: None planned; will edit if changed.
[ NOTES ]: N/A
[So, there were three of them.
In a way, that was comforting. Two of Karkat's best friends, and one of them his moirail. The other was the target of his unrequited flushed affections, of course, but the relief at having Terezi's sharp intellect and rationale in a place like this far outweighed whatever potential awkwardness there might have been. And Gamzee's presence was quite literally an insane relief. Karkat might not feel comfortable here, but he certainly felt grounded.
All the cutsey shit had been banished to the bedroom, meaning that the living area of Karkat's apartment looks somewhat bare and dusty. It stank of neglect, but not of rot, and he wrinkled his nose when he collapsed onto the couch facing the small tv. It was banged up, and several old, crackling strips of red tape was plastered over cracks in it. He kind of wanted to tear them off.]
So.
[He glances up at them.]
We really need to talk about what steaming pile of shit we landed ourselves in together, potential ways to get out of it, and maybe even contacting the others. [He holds up the Jigokuberry and gives it a disgusted look.] No luck on this. Absolutely fuck all. Haven't tried the beat up breeze-block masquerading as a computer yet, but I'm not hopeful. What about you two?
... And what's the last things we remember, I guess.
[ WHERE ]: 3rd Floor, in Karkat's Apartment.
[ WHEN ]: TBA
[ OPEN/CLOSED? ]: Open? But give them some time to chat and get their bearings first!
[ RATING ]: Whatever rating a ton of 'motherfucks' needs tbh
[ WARNINGS ]: None planned; will edit if changed.
[ NOTES ]: N/A
[So, there were three of them.
In a way, that was comforting. Two of Karkat's best friends, and one of them his moirail. The other was the target of his unrequited flushed affections, of course, but the relief at having Terezi's sharp intellect and rationale in a place like this far outweighed whatever potential awkwardness there might have been. And Gamzee's presence was quite literally an insane relief. Karkat might not feel comfortable here, but he certainly felt grounded.
All the cutsey shit had been banished to the bedroom, meaning that the living area of Karkat's apartment looks somewhat bare and dusty. It stank of neglect, but not of rot, and he wrinkled his nose when he collapsed onto the couch facing the small tv. It was banged up, and several old, crackling strips of red tape was plastered over cracks in it. He kind of wanted to tear them off.]
So.
[He glances up at them.]
We really need to talk about what steaming pile of shit we landed ourselves in together, potential ways to get out of it, and maybe even contacting the others. [He holds up the Jigokuberry and gives it a disgusted look.] No luck on this. Absolutely fuck all. Haven't tried the beat up breeze-block masquerading as a computer yet, but I'm not hopeful. What about you two?
... And what's the last things we remember, I guess.