[log] double meetup bonanza [closed]

[mrcreamsicles]

Characters: Davesprite, Karkat, and the Cat, plus Steph and then Ecks and Castiel
Location: Building 263, then building 254.
Date: Day 246, midday then evening.
Summary: A bird, a crab, and a cat play courier to a super hero and a quilt person. Also, an angel is there.
Warnings: Discussion of/allusion to anomaly murders.

263: A small office building. It's the sort that looks like it should attach to some larger facility, but whatever it might have connected to is long gone. It's two stories: the first contains a small lobby area, a waiting room, and an area for secretaries. Going upstairs reveals a small honeycomb of eerily empty cubicles. There are desks and chairs in each one, but nothing on any desk or placed on any of the cubicle walls. There's one small one-person office in the back that's similarly empty, and two public bathrooms that work, though the water runs cold. On the wall by the desk in the one-person office, a drawing that says "I love you, Daddy!" has been adhered with cat stickers. "ALPHONSE ELRIC, DAY TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY TWO. IF YOU NEED ANY ASSISTANCE, PLEASE CALL @LELRIC." has been written on a wall.

254: This skyscraper is half-ruined: the top of it has clearly collapsed. Still, it's large enough to work as a landmark, what's left seems stable enough, and the doors still work. Going inside reveals a fairly standard-looking lobby. The marble floors were probably pretty once, but are now dusty and cracked. Any signage indicating what this building was for is long-gone, and instead graffiti speaking of the prophet and eye symbols dot the walls.

The elevator shaft and the door to the stairs both open, but there's no elevator car, so it's best to take the stairs. Most of the doors here are ruined, crushed by rubble and debris and impassable, though there wouldn't be anything of use in crushed floors anyway. The top floor, however, is intact, and stepping in reveals what was probably once a floor for offices, though now everything is empty. There is a symbol of the prophet drawn in red paint on the floor by the door, and then a line that can be followed in one of three directions. Each one leads to one of the three skybridges in this building.

Comments

[quadrangle]

[The sound makes him jump a little, and even though he'd offered to help, he's keeping his distance. He can't even tell if Davesprite is annoyed or what, argh.]

Uh, yeah, sometimes? Like I've been looking for more winter clothes, but I haven't had a lot of luck. I should show you the hideous cat sweater I picked up.

[mrcreamsicles]

[He's frustrated more than anything. Conversation in person is hard with the atmosphere being as it is. He gives up on the search officially and instead lifts himself to sit on the desktop, tail sliding up after him and wings settling behind.]

If you swap your Cancer sweater for the ugly cat one I'll trade you something. Your pick, within limits.

[quadrangle]

[He sends Davesprite an incredulous look.]

Wow, no, I'm not giving up my sign for whatever garbage you've been hauling around with you. You'd have to have something pretty fucking spectacular for me to consider it, anyway.

[Or he could do a temporary switch? Who even knows, he's just glad the conversation seems to be steering toward more neutral territory. He's still not moving closer, though.]

What would you give up for it?

[mrcreamsicles]

You know that just make trolls look real obsessed with astrology, right? I'm a Sagittarius; what does that say about me?

[He knows that's not how it works, but he spreads his arms in a broad shrug just the same.]

I dunno, maybe the shitty romance novel I was going to burn? It's trash, you like trash, and I'm already planning to share the other movie eventually.

[quadrangle]

[He's already preparing to snap something about fuck you, we made your universe, where do you think those signs came from when Davesprite asks that question, and Karkat quickly muffles a snort. Should he answer? Fuck, he should totally answer.]

That you're obsessed with musclebeast porn and make out with robots? Oh, and you sweat a lot, can't forget that.

[Although now that he thinks of it, maybe associating Davesprite with Equius will help make his crush go away? Because, okay, Nepeta was great and all, but Karkat seriously questions her taste. Her flushed crush on him only proves his point.]

And I don't like trash, what the fuck. It's not my fault you don't like romance novels.

[mrcreamsicles]

[Davesprite had taken to leaning on his hand. With that particular counter out of Karkat's mouth, his balance slips and he near falls off the desk, if not for catching himself last second.]

What?

[He's gaping from behind the shades.]

And dude, no, trust me, your taste is godawful. Do we have to revive the argument from last night? Just take your trash and roll in it, Vantas.

[quadrangle]

[He actually laughs.]

No, I'm not reviving it, but—come on, centaursTesticle? Did he ever troll you? That was Equius. I think Meteor Dave spoke to him once, but I don't know if that was before or after your timelines split.

[mrcreamsicles]

[He brings that hand up to cover his face, over the sunglass lenses.]

Nope, that had to be after, and thank paradox space for that one mercy. I think all my timeline grievances just got forgiven for that.

[quadrangle]

[He's still grinning, but it's starting to fade a little.]

He wasn't that bad. I mean, sure, he was the only troll around who was a bigger asshole than me, but he wasn't...

[Gamzee, for instance. Or Eridan, for that matter.]

[He shudders.]

You sort of got used to the sweating after a while.

[mrcreamsicles]

[His mouth flattens.]

Yeah, no, I'll pass. Sweaty pervert ain't exactly high on my list for social goals, you feel me?

Can we go back to talking about the ugly sweater?

[quadrangle]

[So much for his earlier brilliant plan, but maybe it's for the best that they're leaving this topic behind. He doesn't especially want to think about his murdered friends at the moment.]

Right, the ugly sweater. Uh... it's really ugly? Fuck, what else is there to say about it? It's fucking pink and there are cats and cutesy paw prints on it. It has a fuzzy collar for no discernible reason whatsoever. Like I said, hideous.

[mrcreamsicles]

[This is instantly so much better.]

Holy shit, Karkat, now you have to wear it. As soon as money starts mattering in our lives again I'll pay you. I'll give you that book now. I want a picture of you in it.

[quadrangle]

I don't want the book! And I haven't agreed to anything, what the hell? You still haven't told me what you have besides the book and the movie, so come on, tell me what other priceless treasures you have hidden away that might maybe convince me to put on that atrocity. I'm waiting.

[mrcreamsicles]

Dude, what better thing is there for you besides a romance novel? You want me to hand over my rock egg? You're not getting my rock egg. I've got floral print bell bottoms to compliment your ugly sweater, but I've got a feeling you don't want that. Sweatpants? The dream homes magazine I found a while back?

[quadrangle]

[Oh for fuck's sake. He facepalms.]

Yeah, no, that's not doing it. I mean, the sweatpants might not be so bad, but I'm not wearing the sweater just for that. So keep your shit, I'm fine.

[He doesn't even want to imagine the floral print bell bottoms and ugly sweater combo. Just. Fuck no.]

[mrcreamsicles]

[He spreads his arms.]

What do you want from me, then? I'm not going to rest until I have a picture of you in that sweater, Vantas. Don't doubt me.

[quadrangle]

Yeah? Then you can trade the pillow back to me for it and I'm taking it off right after.

[Not that he really wants the pillow back that badly, but there was a reason he'd handed it over to begin with and wearing the sweater for Davesprite would only further that cause, so. Win-win. Ish.]

[mrcreamsicles]

No, fuck you, we already established you have to come at me for that one, scrublord, because I'm ripped. Pick something else.

[He loves that pillow. He is never giving it up if he doesn't have to.]

[quadrangle]

[He shrugs, but he feels a little better after hearing that because... because. At least Davesprite likes it.]

Sorry. No pillow, no deal.

[mrcreamsicles]

No, you know what? If you fight me for the pillow and I kick your ass, then you have to wear it.

[quadrangle]

[... Hell. A challenge with a potential forfeit for both sides and he really can't deal with this, fuck everything. Time to ignore that and move on.]

You know what? Sure. Why the fuck not. How long would I have to wear it if I lose? Because I'd want to challenge you for it again because it's my fucking pillow. I already said I was just loaning it to you.

[mrcreamsicles]

An hour. Whine harder to me now and I'll just crank up that number.

[Truly he is brutal.]

But that's the danger of handing it over so easily, man. You should have known I'd be like this as soon as you gave it to me.

[quadrangle]

[Sweet globetickling fuck, Davesprite needs to stop saying things that are so—argh, they're not suggestive, nothing about this is suggestive, he's clearly imagining things and fuck memoryless Davesprite anyway for creating the association to begin with. It isn't even a thing, what the hell? Davesprite's just being an ass on reflex, that's all.]

[With his expression now very pained, Karkat pinches the bridge of his nose.]

Right, yes! Shame on Past Me for not thinking things through. I swear that asshole is always doing things to screw me over. Any other stipulations or are we done here?

[mrcreamsicles]

[Davesprite makes a show of tapping his forefinger to his lips in thought as his head tilts up. He's really not thinking about how it looks, only the stupid war for that beautiful throw pillow.]

Mm, nah. That's enough, I think.

[Probably.]

—Oh, wait. No sneak attacks. You want to fight me for it, you gotta announce it first.

[quadrangle]

[Fuck Davesprite again for everything about that gesture. And for dragging this torment out. And generally being every bit the feathery douche his username proclaims, just what the hell.]

Fine! No sneak attacks, no surprise anything! I'll approach you all calm and cordially and proclaim my intent to pound you in the dirt. Or snow, who even fucking cares, I'm getting you off that pillow if it's the last thing I do.

[........................ wait, what.]