[log] chips but no salsa [closed]

[mrcreamsicles]

Characters: Davesprite, Karkat, the Cat, Beckett, Angel, Rhys (the dickcheese one), and Enoch
Location: Building 309
Date: Day 285
Summary: A whole bunch of people meet up, tablet chips get handed off, and maybe pancakes happen.
Warnings: Nothing planned.

309: A house, green on the Geiger counter, that probably should have been redecorated ages ago. Everything looks to be from the 60s or 70s. There was carpeting here, but it's gone now, revealing a locked trapdoor in the bedroom. There's a bedroom, living room, kitchen, and bathroom. "зеленый" is written on the inside of the door. A ration box from the convenience store has been attached to the inside of one of the kitchen cabinets with wood glue. On the kitchen wall beneath it, a message has been painted in black: "i left a ration box here for storing food. if you want to leave rations for the people exploring it should hopefully protect them from radiation. any other supplies can go in the cupboard outside the box. contact davesprite (@featherydouche) if some fucker steals it".

Comments

[phaseshifter]

I-- that's. That sucks.

[ She's not entirely decided on whether or not he's joking. He has to be, right? R-RIGHT?

Stupid pokerface. ]

But, uh, a turbo mansion is like a mansion. But kinda more... everything. Bigger, cooler, costlier, more in-space, usually made to order. They tend to be the size of a small village, but some people get really ostentatious with them, you know? Go large or go home. Or... go large and go home, in this case.

[mrcreamsicles]

So what I'm getting is space McMansions: extreme edition.

[He's just going to leave his tragic past right where it sits. If she can't tell he's lying out his ghost ass, then all the better.]

You want to go back to the part where shag carpeting was somehow supposed to be luxurious? It looked like a craft project gone wrong—like polling your five-year-old for decor opinions.

[phaseshifter]

Maybe the luxury was supposed to be in the feel of it? The really thick stuff must've been like walking on pillows. Really... weird pillows. That people probably wriggled their toes in repeatedly. Ew.

Luxurious or not, it has to have been super gross.

[mrcreamsicles]

[Oh. Ew. He keeps from cringing too hard, but the disgust is still pretty clear.]

Cool, now I gotta think about all the toe jam I must have got on my hands when I was helping House yank it all up. At least the walls had to be safe, but that is some cold consolation. You know what scales are like, Angel?

[He wiggles his weird fingers up at her.]

Pain in the fucking ass to scrub.

[phaseshifter]

Why did you need to pull it up in the first place? Just to check for anything underneath? And, uh, Rhys has soap if you wanna ensure your hands are crud-free.

...Or nail polish if you'd rather make them look fancy.

[ She's only half-joking. The scales are neat bUT IMAGINE HOW MUCH NEATER THEY COULD BE ]

[mrcreamsicles]

Nah, this was weeks ago. House was the one who started; I just helped.

[Because House was pretty clearly injured at the time, but he doesn't want to talk about that. Or think of it. He pushes the memory back and turns his focus down to his weird claw-nails.]

I'm not going to say no if you want to give me a style update. Last time anybody polished these nails, it was Natasha giving me polka dots. I've still got the bottle somewhere... [A glance at his things.] What color do you have?

[phaseshifter]

Just baby blue.

[ aka the most clashy colour possible when applied to orange, a+++++ ]

But I also have some rhinestones if you're into artsy things. I don't think my hands would be steady enough for polka dots.

I am using this icon purely for the color

[mrcreamsicles]

Hell yeah, I'll take rhinestones. If I'm going full hobo chic, I want the chic. 'Bout time I found something to compliment my tiara, anyway.

[He's not wearing it right now, but Angel may have spotted the tiara stuck on a sunhat with his bags.]