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Characters: Signless, Disciple, Psiioniic, Sollux, Feferi, and Aranea? SORRY IF I MISSED SOMEONE
Location: The Ancestor Den
Rating: PG? Maybe a bit of language.
Time: April 25th-30th? IDK However long people want to stay, just use this a catch all log xD;
Description: With the arrival of a certain catfish, there are a lot of discussions to be had.

[It was strange that it had never occurred to her that any of their "enemies" might appear here in Death City. BREW certainly worked in mysterious ways if it thought someone like the Condesce would easily lend her hand to the war effort. She supposed she should at least be grateful that it had stripped her of so many of the things that would make her a dangerous foe, but considering what the Empress' mere presence could do to some of those she held dear to her, Di wasn't feeling especially thankful.

Given that their home was away from any of the free shelters where most newcomers resided it seemed the obvious choice to open up their doors to all those trolls who would be in immediate danger of the Condesce. She scrambled around making preparations for the large host of people they would be getting--thankfully she still had all the furs she had on her person upon her first arrival and they would serve as good temporary beds until they managed to get something better.

The couch had been covered in blankets and pillows, all the furs laid out before it to make a secondary bed. Drinks were pulled out in preparation and when the first knock came she quickly marched over, peeking through the glass in the center of the door before opening it up.]

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Could be intermediate level of fucked.

[Is perfectly serious about this. Flicks through network as speaks, looking up at Sollux's last comment.]

Of course am not okay. Wouldn't insult your intelligence by claiming was.

[He sighs. Enough of fears are not irrational that can't put aside any of them.]

Am very frightened, even though know she doesn't have powers. And am worried for everyone care about.

[Which includes you, descendant, even if Psii won't say so out loud.]

We can handle ourselves, and we can handle one ancient old hag.

[ He says it with a bravado that he doesn't entirely feel, but it's necessary; he's used to it. He's been used to it since his pupation. ]

It's not like we're alone, you know?

[ Not said without a little bit of that customary defensiveness. Self-sufficient, that's how they were brought up and encouraged to raise themselves as. Who needed other people to help out? Seriously. ]

There's guys out there to turn to if we ever need an extra hand or two.

[ Guys like Mello, like Near and L and Matt. Like Signless' weird chums and those lawful pansies scattered throughout the city. ]

[Psii has to smile at hearing her referred to that way: nervous, admiring sort of smile that's response to someone daring something would never attempt for self. (Wishes he could. Would feel good.)

Hasn't thought much yet about friends has made in Death City, and how they'd be willing to help if needed. Has been too focused on worry for self and family, and other trolls. BR would definitely do anything he could to help.]

You're right. Was... too agitated to remember that.

What can she really do, right?

[Starts off quiet, and approaches normal volume output, becoming bolder as says it.

Psii offers facts of what happened to self easily, but has shared what felt like with only two people, and that's counting what CR learned through resonance. Won't tell SS, because would only make him angry. Won't tell descendant either, because could easily have been his fate. But those memories are reason for creeping prickle on back of neck just knowing she is here makes him feel, and why he's sure won't sleep much for a while. They're also why he feels almost giddy sense of rebellion saying even as little as just did.]