The oh-so-OPEN housewarming party assault log

[spandexisyouth]

Characters: Karkat, Gai, and anyone and everyone who drops by!
Location: Karkat's new 'hivething.'
Rating: PG?
Time: Afternoon
Description: Karkat is moving. Gai wants to cheer up his perpetually grumpy friend. Anyone can have seen Gai's post on the network and drop by.



It didn't take many stealth skills at all to plan this party. The filters on the devices made things very easy, and with the labor as greatly divided as it was Gai didn't even have to haul a whole bunch of stuff to where Karkat would be moving in.

Picking the lock was the work of moments and then Gai was in the apartment, starting to set up. Soon others would join him to help prepare, and hopefully Karkat would be slow enough in returning that he would only come when everything was ready. Gai would hope, at least.


[ooc: Feel free to set up more headers/threads than the three I've put here for convenience!]

Comments

[thewarisover.livejournal.com]

Good. You know I worry.

[Because lol, Vriska...]

[just-0k.livejournal.com]

[She giggles.]

You shouldn't. I can handle whatever she would like to throw at me.

[even certain death. by the hands of her closest friend.]

[thewarisover.livejournal.com]

You shouldn't have to do it alone, I think.

[A tad quieter, there.]

[just-0k.livejournal.com]

[Another laugh. Her smile quickly fades, though, and her expression drops. She looks away from Roy, and instead inspects the guests among them. When she speaks, the tone of her voice is quite ....severe. Poisonous, even.]

What happens between us is personal. That's all there is to it.

[Okay, maybe there's more, but it's a very dirty past. and he ought to have vague picture of it from their encounter. She seems to be lost in a lingering thought (specifically, cerulean blood on steel hands and dripping down her face. She frowns at the memory of seeing Tavros, knowing that he watched her kill their friend.]

[thewarisover.livejournal.com]

[Watches her carefully, and without comment. He knows that tone. Knows it too damned well.]

It never ends just with that.

[just-0k.livejournal.com]

Cultural differences.

[And then she returns her gaze to him, almost envying the workings of human society.]

[thewarisover.livejournal.com]

Ah.

[That he can understand. Always a complication, that.]

Mind if I ask you something?

[just-0k.livejournal.com]

[Aradia blinks curiously.]

No, go ahead.

[thewarisover.livejournal.com]

Were the two of you friends before?

[just-0k.livejournal.com]

...

Friend is a very loose term in our society. On Alternia, the term "friend" includes both what a human would call a friend and an enemy. So by our standards, yes. By yours, no.

[thewarisover.livejournal.com]

I see.

[That could get complicated really, really fast.]

[just-0k.livejournal.com]

[Aradia hums almost regretfully. It's truly a shame that everything had to happen: Tavros's crippling, Aradia's death, Vriska's loss of her arm and eye, Terezi's blinding..... It could have been worse, though.]

What else would you like to know?

[thewarisover.livejournal.com]

Whatever you're up for telling me.

[just-0k.livejournal.com]

There's nothing else you're curious about?

[thewarisover.livejournal.com]

There's much I'm curious about, but I'd rather see what other people are willing to say first.

[just-0k.livejournal.com]

How about you ask and I will tell you if the answer is classified? That seems fair.

[thewarisover.livejournal.com]

Fair for now.

[just-0k.livejournal.com]

Then let's begin.

[thewarisover.livejournal.com]

Are there cliques among you and the other trolls? If so, who's in what clique, and what binds them together?

[just-0k.livejournal.com]

Well, we are bound together by our standing in the blood caste. Rust bloods, common bloods, blue bloods, high bloods and sea dwellers which are royalty. We tend to stick with out our group but all of us here are teammates and friends.

[thewarisover.livejournal.com]

How did you end up becoming friends? Your society does seem to be very occupied with castes, after all.

[just-0k.livejournal.com]

That's a good question! We all have different stories. I met Vriska, Tavros, Terezi and Eridan through FLARP, which was quite quite a popular thing.

[She looks kind of sour, here.]

You could call it destiny. The voices called it our mission.

[thewarisover.livejournal.com]

...Voices?

[just-0k.livejournal.com]

Yes. It's okay, though, they're gone now.

[thewarisover.livejournal.com]

What were they asking all of you to do?

[In another place, at another time, he'd think you're crazy. THIS IS WHAT DEATH CITY DOES TO PEOPLE.]