crankycave | [mingle post!]

[you are feeling the urge to assemble a PILE. there have been a lot of FEELINGS lately and it sure would be nice to JAM THEM. too bad about that PALE QUADRANT FAILURE. you guess it's true that you CAN'T WIN THEM ALL.

you start removing VARIOUS ITEMS from your sylladex and piling them on top of each other on the cave floor. oogonibombs, fiduspawn plushies, bits of grist? how did that get in there?, whatever is handy.]

[speaking of pathetic quadrant failure, you're lurking around back in this part of the cave, too. it's a very... troll-like place to be? you don't know, it's just more comfortable than standing around outside or fighting those weird alotbeasts or whatever. besides, you need this dark to properly meditate on how much of a fucking horrible failure explosion Past Karkat is. your hatred for Past Karkat has reached a new level; it runs so deep that to reach the bottom will require a pressurized diving environment.

you're trying to hack open your own sylladex, which is slow going because your only reference book to the programming language is captchalogued inside the sylladex. you, uh, also feel like you are intruding from your corner here because that pile is one of the top ten most pathetic things you have ever seen. and you are moirails with Gamzee, which means your top ten is extremely mighty.

speaking of, where is your shambling horror of a moirail, anyway? you clear your throat and hope you're not being too much of a creeper.]

Have you seen Gamzee anywhere?

[Wow, you sure are a jerkass! You totally lost your virginity to someone who was not your boyfriend, right after you got a boyfriend. Who does that?!

You, apparently. You're the winner of the douchebag awards. It is you.]

[you can't help wincing at mention of Gamzee, and you sort of duck your head a little as if you could hide behind your half-assembled pile or possibly behind your own shoulders. you have a terrible sinking feeling that he won't even be mad at you for having done that, um, thing, that you did. and that might just make it worse.]

Um, not, lately....

[You're not sure what the fuck you missed but considering the motherfucking mopey faces littering the cave like feathery assholes litter the beach, you're considering yourself all up and fucking lucky as shit.]

Shit, there some motherfucking long faces around, it's like being surrounded by musclebeasts. If my bro Equius were here, he would need all the motherfucking towels.

[you eye your moirail and matesprit, looking all sad and shit. Makes your sponge squeeze itself motherfucking dry.]

What all up and happened, brothers?

[you stop hacking at your stupid fucking sylladex for a minute and wilt a little more. you'd really been hoping Tavros knew, because at least Gamzee doesn't judge your stupid kismesis of a past self the way you do.]

Oh. I. [you pause-- do you really want to admit this?] I was hoping he'd be willing to have one of his stupid feelings jams. For his own good. [right, his. that sounds believable, right? and not at all like 'oh gog so I pailed a human who wasn't in any of my quadrants and it was absolutely filthy and now I want to crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment.']

[Wandering into strange caves should be cause for concern, except that's pretty much normal by now. So is finding random people standing next to the sunlight that you've been heading towards like a beacon. Not bad. Maybe they have directions.]

Hi there. Sorry, I seem to be lost... do you live here?

Oh, um, that, I'm, sure that, he would, always, be happy, to do that.

And h-he is, lucky that, he has, a moirail, who cares so much, about him.

Oh, um, hello, there you are, I was, missing you, um, a lot.

[shifting from one metal foot to the other]

There was, um, a party, that you missed....

Well gogdamn, ain't that a bitch? I was having a motherfucking party of my own, just me and my pies, but I wish I'd all up and known about this one!

[Tavbro seems all up and a little nervous!]

Did you have a good fucking time, little bro?

[Oh, look, a new guy! Hey, try not to sleep with him, Egbert.

....gosh, your conscious sure does sound like Dave right now! Which is weird since you know he'd totally be giving you high fives for sleeping with two people in one night.]

Uhm, not really, except I guess I kind of do for now! I just kind of showed up here.

I did, and yet, I think I wish, I had had, a little less of one, because, I did a couple of things, that now, i wish, I hadn't done, but I can't, exactly, take them back.

And I think, I would like, a hug, but maybe, you should know, what happened, first, so you can, be mad at me, if you want to.

Horrible decisions happened. If I had access to Trollian right now, I would be melting my past self's face off with the superheated temperatures of my verbal burns right this second. Because without a face, I might not have made those terrible decisions.

I don't think that's all up and necessary, bro! You sure wouldn't look motherfucking right without a face!

[you pap him on the head gently because if anyone needed a good papping, it's this motherfucker right here.]

Okay, I have to admit: I legitimately do not understand how you do not have a moirail, considering you hemorrhage pitiability like I do failure.

Edited 2012-02-28 01:57 (UTC)

You are really seriously trying to FIND SOME CLOTHES, because you're wearing your undershirt and pants and you still feel KINDA NAKED even if it's thirteen yards of fabric and oh god you're doing the second person thing again

Sei notices something that looks like the right color for one of her sleeves poking out from underneath the heap of other things to which Tavros has presumably at some point ~~captchalogued~~ applied that fascinating bit of eye-spraining meta-narrative shorthand.

She sneaks up, all hunched over and sort of hiding inside a hair-tent, and tugs on the sleeve. It stays put. There is a noisy cascade of VARIOUS ITEMS.

Shit, bro.

[even though he wanted you to wait, you scoop him up anyway.]

Ain't nothing going make me mad enough to not want to fucking hug you.

[you jump, startled, when your pile attempts to abscond. and then you notice the fancy lady from the other day and you remember that was her dress that you pulled out of your sylladex a minute ago and oh. oops.]

Oh, um, hello, uh, it is, good to see you, again?

[you are trying to keep it together. you really are. you are failing.]

I-I was t-trying to, find one, but, I was, stupid about it, and, he doesn't, feel like that, about me, a-at all.

E-even if, I was, a really horrible matesprit?

[That kind of answer actually makes you feel better, not worse -- so it's just one of those kinds of caves, which likes to collect people because it's lonely, or maybe just wants to eat them. Could be worse.]

[Come to think of it, this person might not be human either. Probably polite to tactfully put out the cigarette and not offend your hosts, if that's the case. A good smile might help too.]

Sounds familiar. I thought I was crossing a regular mountain path, but this place... doesn't look like anywhere I've been before. Have you been here for a while, or did it just happen?

That's the point, then both the humans would have run away screaming instead of sticking their tongues in my tragically unharmed facegash.

[you let yourself get papped without slapping his hand away, because you are that upset.]

....you realize you have no idea how long you've been here! Long enough to get a boyfriend, go to a party, sleep around, and possibly lose a boyfriend! Isn't that kind of thing suppose to take a while to happen? Ugh, suddenly you wish you'd watched more rom coms. Your lack of knowledge in this area is kind of pathetic!]

Well, only for a little while! I think most of us arrived here at around the same time. You're the first person in a while, I think!

[oh wait, you're being rude!]

I'm John!

Well even if you were horrible, I'd still want to wrap my arms all up and around you. But I don't think you were all up and that bad, Tavbro.

[he's shaking and you rub your arms up and down his back.]

[you mentally scroll through the list of possible people Tavros could have been trying to form a moirallegiance with-- he was on that FLARP team with Aradia, but he said he. Gamzee's his matesprit, it obviously was not Vriska in any universe ever with or without definite gender pronouns added to the equation, you obviously aren't the troll in question, and nobody else in the group really talked to him that much, that you knew of. As for the humans, Harley would have been a possibility if not for the he, again. Which means someone here, and--

--oh, you're an idiot. It's obvious when you think about it.]

Wait, you mean that robot who's so pale for you strangers and grubs and rocks and hoofbeasts can tell?

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