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[network] @genresavvy; video; night 199 [open]

Hey.

[Cassel gives his tablet an exaggerated wave.]

So I was talking to Winter earlier, and she agreed to make an app for me. Whatever it is will interface with the technology around town wirelessly, or so she says, so we can use it on the servers in town hall. You know, assuming we ever get there. Anyway, she didn't actually give it to me yet, but I'll keep you all updated.

[A shining beacon of positivity. He sighs, raking his hand through his hair.]

In other news, my feet are fucking freezing, because no one gave me the heads up that I'd be taking the vacation from hell in the middle of Bumfuck, Alaska, so I need some shoes. Or socks, whatever, I'm not picky. I'll trade for them, but don't waste my time and try to scalp me. [There's the slightest pause.] Uh, thanks.

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[Cassel laughs a little.]

So you're going to show me your rig now, right?

[A pause.]

yeah alright

[He swaps over to video, and with it filters things to private. It's the pricking of his paranoia, telling him this is safer than showing sign of what building he's at to any who stumble on the post. And it's a small enough impulse that he allows it.]

[He's settled on the floor, tail draped out loosely across it to show what he's talking about.]

Okay, so, pretty much what I said.

[One weird scaly hand comes into view to gesture at the whole.]

I found it all in pieces, so it's been a work-in-progress since the first night here. These at the end here—

[He curls it up, and his fingers touch the sleeping mask and flower crown in turn.]

They keep the material from flapping around all stupid or coming unraveled. Not perfect, but they help. The curtain's kind of scratchy and heavy, but at least it's warm. And the floating help keeps it dry, but this plastic thing helps, plus it's an extra layer.

[He picks at the material there, showing it off, then moves onto the 'body' of his tail. A series of binder clips pinches the outer 'flap' to the portion wrapped closer around him.]

Before I found these I just kind of had to wrap stuff tight and try to drape it so the end hung over instead of under, and sometimes they pop off if I wiggle around too much, but they've made it easier. And this—

[He pans up to his middle. There's a police utility belt around his waist, and a dog leash ties the ends of it together.]

I found down at the police station. The latch is busted, but I found this leash before I wound up there, so it works out. The extra pockets and shit don't hurt, either.

[Cassel raises his eyebrows as Davesprite talks, then lets out a soft huh.]

You're right, it does look pretty stupid, but it's smart. Good job. You should remember to coordinate your colors better for next time.

[He turns the view around to his face, then sticks his tongue out.]

It's called avant garde. I'm a fashion icon.

[What the hell coordinates with searing neon orange, Cassel, tell him that one.]

[He nods, expression serious.]

Of course. How stupid of me. The ruff should have clued me in immediately.

[He fluffs the feathers.]

Damn right. Not just anyone can pull off a look like this. You have to be innovative, an opportunist, someone who combines himself with a dead animal, and I'm pretty sure you can't reach that level around here.

Uh huh. Man, if only I could pull off that much orange, the ladies would be all over me. How do you handle that much dripping awesomeness?

Fuck if I know. They didn't give me a color selector when I prototyped myself. You just get stuck with what the game gives you, and now I look like a buffalo wing gained sentience.

[Cassel grins.]

There are worst things to be, especially if we're talking crappy bar food.

You kidding me? Buffalo wings are special. At least they're hot and meaty compared to Doritos, Cheetos, or whatever other cheesy junk food ends with an -oh sound.

Meaty.

[He makes a face.]

Watch the word choice.

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It's just a word, man. Get over it.

Hey, I'm trying to help you out. Do you really want people describing you as "meaty"?

Can we talk about literally anything else?

[Shut up Cassel stop making it weeeiiirrrd.]

[He's laughing at you, Davesprite.]

So you can say weird shit but I can't?

I'm the resident weird dude. I've got a license.

I thought that guy who types like an asshole was the resident weird dude. You don't really compare.

I'm a floating bird guy with no legs; he's just an alien with an attitude problem. There's a whole world of difference.

Wait, what?

[He pauses, briefly.]

Wait, who do you mean? You said 'types like and asshole' and I thought of Vantas.

I was talking about totheark. Who's Vantas?

[Oh, Cassel, you will find out very soon.]

Oh, him. Okay, that's Brian; I'll give up the weirdness medal of honor for a shtick as bizarre as his is.

[He's kind of giving him another chance, but that doesn't mean the weirdness has just come away.]

But I was talking about Karkat Vantas, carcinoGeneticist. He's one of the newbies. Types in grey allcaps, stuffs everything with crazy alien innuendos, flips his shit over just about anything from what I've seen so far.

Is he actually flipping his shit or does he just seem more dramatic because of the shitty capslock?

Of course the shitty capslock makes it seem more dramatic, but I'm pretty sure his shit flipping is a permanent, touring circus act. I've only known him like three days personally, but I knew people who knew him, and the whole reactive shouty thing is, like, his entire deal.

[A little while later—]

so is your world half as crazy as karkats or do humans still have dicks on your earth

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