uH, I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU GUYS BUT uH, I GOT AN INFRACTION FOR NOT LISTENING TO CKRET2 ONCE...
>Tavros: As politely as possible, order Equius to accept better materials, as you are a royal. You can do such things.
>Equius: become royal mechanic. After fixing Gamzee's leg and Karkat's car, be granted the honor of living near the capitol.
>Aradia: Run into him while he is moving all his things, including Sarada. Realize she is posessed, and wonder if such a contraption would be possible for Sollux.
Meanwhile, >Awkwardness: ensue, as Equius remembers his childhood crush on the empress, especially as she seems to be so captivated with the robot he built in her honor.
And, of course,
>Cuvier: take over the forums.
Some mod should make a IRIS skin the default for april fools.
Cuvier: Find one of Vriska's octect. The one she left when summoning Orphaner
Octect: have some tracker thing that lets them find each other.
Latica: Panic!!!!>Aradia: Run into him while he is moving all his things, including Sarada. Realize she is posessed, and wonder if such a contraption would be possible for Sollux. Also, talk to Latica and find out her plans.
Cuvier- Totally take over the forums- even the spiders are you now.
Gamzee- Xthing the Attack Equius's ankles
Equius- Put Gamzee back on the bed and warn him about the stairs
Tavros- Remind Gamzee about the elevators Like a good moirail
Eridan- RUN FOR YOU LIFE YOU JUST (temporarily) BLINDED THE GRAND ADVIZER
Feferi and Jadzia- Arrive?
Kanaya- Skip over that there errand to your meeting with Johnen
Johnen- Daviad's(?) blood color is what?
Daviad(?)- Welp, the birds outta the cage (literally?)
Aradia and Sollux- Converse
Hey! hey guys! I made my avatar curvier!
dag-nab-it, this is what comes of not reading.
(actually I couldn't work out how to put sunglasses on a sierpenski triangle, and the pun presented itself as a solution. but still. It's curvier)
So no one has heard of the impossible wheel? Gamzee pretty much has one for a leg. A unicyle without a seat or pedals. He just needs to learn how to glide on a surface with it. It's a bit harder than unicycling but you get the hang of it.
The wheel leg! Awesome.
>Daivat: Contact Rhosyn to let her know you're arriving.
>Rhosyn: Meet friends at spaceport.
>Kanaya: Who's this lovely seadwelling lady? Feel guilty about Fina and intrigued by new acquaintance.
I'm also thinking Rhosyn should be a ninjaquatic as part of a passive-aggressive war with Momtroll.
Wait that suggestion was a joke... whoops.
And that was an honest suggestion, not a joke.
>Eridan: RUN LIKE HELL
ETA: If Momtroll also has seadweller blood, and is in a passive-aggressive conflict with Rhosyn the ninjaquatic, would that make Momtroll a member of IRIS? Or at least someone who helps out other seadwellers?
Rhosyn: Are you implying that I'm filled with self-loathing? By the way, I signed up to be a ninjaquatic.
Last edited by Sagi; 07-22-2011 at 06:05 PM.
Kanaya's lusus is already the Virgin Mother Grub, remember? (And when she gets prototyped, she becomes MomSprite, so it's clearly the "main" paart of the name.)
Maybe we could combine the lusus and troll ideas: Mom is a troll who claimed she was Rhosyn's lusus. Alcohol might have been involved.
This was before Momtroll's alcohol tolerance got so high. Naturally, Rhosyn resents the absence of a real lusus* and takes it out on Momtroll.
*or a lusus who got killed by Momtroll, who decided she had to make it up to Rhosyn...endless possibilities here!
>Aradia: Find the mess that's been made of your palace. Find out who is responsible so you can MAKE THEM PAY...
...the cost of repairs.
Also I have fixed my avatar.
Not that I want to encourage the off-topic-ness, but CLEARYL Rhosyn's lusus should be some variant/combination/mutation of Jaspers. Or Mutini.
> Gamzee: check strife modus for "paintbrushes" to use on the horsef**ker
>Tavros: Make Equius the Royal Hive's chief Mechanic/Cyberneticist/Biomechanical Engineer. Risk cheating on Gamzee.
>Nepeta: Develop a Redflush crush on Seahorsedad, because he is so beautyifful.
>Jadzia and Feferi: Your search for Eridan extends to a romantic moonlit beach.
>Eridan, Cuvier, Johnen, Terezi, Vriska and Daivat: Land already.
Troll Romance Explained, awesomely. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dV1hv6L0R74
Since bro is a troll it stands to reason Mom is also one, it also stands to reason that she is in charge of the Ninjaquatics.
Nepeta: Aquire Lovable thread.
Cuvier in http://www.mspaintadventures.com/?s=6&p=004417 <=== this pose? but scowling? Please? C:>
> Equius: Share some internal thoughts here.
Yeah. That is really about as deep as your thoughts go.
... At least, that is as deep as you acknowledge. There is a reason why you have so much trouble with feelings jams.
So you acknowledge that you are still very pale for Nepeta, and that recent events have upset you.
You do not acknowledge that you felt this coming. That for a long time you knew she was drifting off--head in the clouds and starry-eyed with romantic nightdreams--to some place that you, dense and dull and low as you are, cannot reach. You do not acknowledge that the reason you did not grab her tighter and bring back down to the ground was for fear that she would find your grip too strong. You do not acknowledge that the more you wanted to tighten your hold, the more you forced yourself to loosen it, the more you made yourself quiet and sturdy and low-maintenance, the more you hid as much as possible. You do not acknowledge that you KNOW that the more you try to be low-maintenance--unbreakable--the farther she drifts off, but you keep doing it because you do not know what else to do. You did not know how to hold on to what you had without breaking it. So instead, you watched it fall apart.
You acknowledge that you are completely, thoroughly, furiously, joyously in hate with Gamzee honking Makara.
You do not acknowledge that part of your hate comes from the fact that you knew him when he was better than this--and that conversation by conversation, night by night, perigee by perigee and sweep by sweep, you watched him slide down. You do not acknowledge that part of your hate is fear. That you are terrified of becoming him. That some days you just stare at your eyes in the mirror and wonder if the bloodshot blue veins are spreading and wonder if they indicate exhaustion or addiction. That the smell of sopor and the empty taste of the capsules make you think of him. You do not acknowledge that you feel like the path of civility you try to walk upon is nothing but a tightrope--on one side is vicious lowblooded savagery, on the other side is him. You do not acknowledge that--with your average daily dosage already matching the recommended maximum daily dosage--you think you are already addicted. You do not acknowledge that hating him with everything you have is your way of fighting against becoming him.
You acknowledge that you are baffled by His Highness Nitram's generosity, as you have been baffled by his courtesy for sweeps.
You do not acknowledge that your bafflement is intentional, that you deliberately adopted it, because you know that you cannot and should not try to comprehend the mind of royalty. You do not acknowledge the part of you that thinks it understands Tavros, because it would be the height of both folly and hubris for one of your class to assume that one of his class might actually pity you--platonic, pale, or flushed, it does not matter. You do not acknowledge the part of you that points out he already pities one lower than you. You ESPECIALLY do not acknowledge the possibility that you might be pitiable.
Beyond all of this, you do not acknowledge the fact that YOU might pity--romantically or platonically, it does not matter--a royal. A royal who is so merciful he borders on self-defeating; whose temper is so much the opposite of yours that he may not be capable of feeling true anger; whose physical strength, impressive as it is, is entirely dependent on the cooperation of a lowblooded amateur engineer. A royal who treats beasts--all beasts, even the ones highbloods usually loathe--with the love and respect you think they deserve; who treats trolls of all land-dwelling classes, not like equals, but at least like fellow trolls instead of animals; who will on occasion submit himself entirely to your authority.
(You also do not acknowledge that, despite your utter compliance with the hemospectrum, there's some part of you that would really, really like to dominate someone much higher than you. The mere idea of such a thing, it is just so... depraved.)
So. Yes. Those were your internal thoughts. Nothing interesting, nothing questionable, just a simple-minded blue blood with simple-minded concerns.
Moving on. You have an angry nitwit to deal with.
+--) Already falling all over yourself, subjugglator
+--) What were you doing
+--) You sh001d have waited for either his highness or myself to return
+--) You will need a crutch before you can get around by your--
this is for the sopor, motherfucker
+--) What are you--
+--) Get off
FOR THE SOPOOORRR ARRRRRRGH
+--) Stop that
+--) Oh come on
+--) This is e%tremely stupid
+--) 100k, what do you hope to accomplish
+--) You do realize that I'm more likely to kick you in the face than I am to give you--
+--) Cease this horseplay
+--) For pity's sake
+--) Your highness
+--) Think I may require a bit of help, please
uHHH, yEAH, i CAN SEE THAT.
He pries Gamzee off and sets him back on the table.
Gamzee promptly curls into a ball and begins sobbing and wailing. It is not even the quiet crying of someone who has been terribly wronged and who actually deserves pity. It is the kind of crying where you cannot tell the difference between the tears, the snot, and the drool. And yet there is Tavros, comfortingly cooing over him.
He is certainly an ideal moirail. Even if it is beyond you how anybody could pity dumb despicable Gamzee. <3< But you guess that sometimes gold bloods don't make a lot of sense to you.
it hurts so much IT HURTS SO MUCH fuck MY HEAD my think pan FUCK how could you do this at me I THOUGHT YOU PITIED ME my head's hurt so much SO MUCH please bro PLEASE HELP ME please help JUST GIVE ME SOPOR just give me sopor JUST GIVE ME MIRACLES please bro MY THINK PAN'S BURNED INSIDE OUT the hole's spreading FUCK IT HURTS SO MUCH don't be like this to me I'LL FUCKING DO ANY FUCKING THING please PLEASE please IT HURTS SO MUCH it hurts IT HURTS it hurts IT FUCKING HURTS why are you doing this WHY DO I DESERVE THIS it hurts
You consider asking Tavros for permission to wad up a towel and shove it in Gamzee's mouth. You decide against it.
i THINK, mAYBE, hE MIGHT FEEL BETTER IF HE HAD SOMETHING TO EAT,
sINCE i DON'T KNOW WHEN HE LAST ATE,
aND i THINK THAT, mOST OF THE TIME, hE TRIES TO SURVIVE ON fAYGO AND SOPOR,
+--) Yes, that's all I've ever seen him successfully consume
Although there was this one time you caught him intensely concentrating on slurping down a ball of string. You spent several minutes wondering whether you should cut the string, or let him try to eat the rest.
It became a moot point when he gagged and vomited.
You spent another couple of minutes watching in horrified fascination as he patiently pulled the bile-covered string out of his stomach.
When he was done, he stuck the whole mess in a pocket.
You decide not to share this with Tavros.
yEAH, sO, mAYBE ONE OF US SHOULD STAY WITH HIM, wHILE THE OTHER FINDS SOMETHING FOR HIM TO EAT,
+--) If you say so, your highness
You leave it to him to decide which of you will retrieve the food.
Equius: Be the one who goes out to get Gamzee something to eat.
Tavros: Help your bro. Be the moirail.
Tavros: Send Equius to go get food.
Come join my nation-building game! Sign-ups are still open!