[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

[headjacked]

The -- the other kid? - Yeah, just tell him Pancakeville is open for business. He's not gonna get anything hiding in a corner.

[ After a quick glance in Karkat's direction... ]

Literal alien, right?

[mrcreamsicles]

[Davesprite looks over too, and waves at Karkat before pointing to Rhys's cooking setup.]

Yep, a troll. One of the ones that made my universe. He's prickly, but he's more bark than bite, and I doubt he's going to turn his hilarious troll word for nose up at free, hot food.

[headjacked]

Troll. That's the species name. For real.

[ 'Made my universe' invites a lot of questions, expressed by a tilt of the head and a lift of one exceptionally furry brow.

That's a story for another day. ]

...makes an awful lot of sense. We had another gray orangey-horned kid, complete pain in the ass.

[mrcreamsicles]

The morgues say you had four of them before Karkat.

[His tone is a little more somber there. He's seen them on the shelves in places he's passed through or woken up in, himself.]

There were like twelve of them that used to hassle us, originally. For a species with that name you'd think some of them had only just read Grub's First Internet Argument before trying to troll us, but others...

[He trails off and shrugs. Rhys doesn't need the worse parts right now, either.]

Which one are you talking about?

[headjacked]

...oh, guess there were a f-- I only vividly remember the -- the one with the hooky-horn, and the one like. Like -

[ Rhys makes a crescent moon with his robot hand. ]

Probably because she was shrill and incredibly obnoxious, even by, uh. I'm assuming even by troll standards.

[mrcreamsicles]

["Hooky-horn" is pretty evocative. The second takes a moment, the gesture not immediately clear, but there's only one other female troll who's been here to his knowledge.]

I dunno about troll standards, but she's the reason I'm like this.

[He motions at his everything with the hand not holding his tupperware container. Orange, feathery, lacking legs.]

Indirectly, but whatever, root cause for the shit that led to it.

[headjacked]

She -- she kinda made you the Ghost of Fanta Past.

[ huwwwat ]

I sense a detailed and kinda convoluted backstory behind you, Ectokid.

[mrcreamsicles]

[Ha ha ha, he sure fuckin' does.]

I'll do you a favor and give you the short version. Basically she tricked my best friend into dying, I spent a few months leveling up, time traveled back and convinced him not to do the thing that got him killed, then turned myself into a sprite—this thing—so I could keep helping him and my other friends with the extra info from the other timeline.