Event: Consolidation Theory, Part Four and Five

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Characters: red-marked characters and their new friends
Location: ???
Date: Morning 354, Morning and Day 355
Summary: A quiet morning and a confusing morning, or maybe they're both, or maybe they're neither.
Warnings: gore, psychological horror, warn for specifics in the subject lines

Part Four OOC Post
Part Five OOC Post

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[devoutish]

Let's see it, then.

[Alfie motions him closer.]

[quadrangle]

[Karkat blinks at him, glances between them, and after a split-second's hesitation, scoots in range and holds his injured hand out. It's been bandaged and splinted, much like everyone else's injuries, but if Alfie's sure he wants to see it, then sure, why not.]

They tried fucking with my horns too, but nothing really happened there. I'm okay.

[devoutish]

Did they try to cut them off?

[He pokes at Karkat's hand, but very gently, barely even touching it. ]

Mm. Splint's well-made.

[quadrangle]

[He shrugs, and even if he's nervous about it, he doesn't pull his hand away.]

Break them off, I think? They were just pulling on them. I mean, it wasn't that bad, but it was fucking annoying.

[Also, painful. And humiliating, but he supposes technically no worse than anything he'd done to himself. Alfie doesn't need to know this.]

I don't know, your collective IQs took a fucking nosedive whenever Miller did his thing. At least it wore off.

[devoutish]

As did all our memories, yeah. I wonder why you remember a bit more than we do.

[quadrangle]

[Yeah, that's...]

[Hmm.]

... I can ask around.

[It's an offer made semi-reluctantly because no, no he is not feeling up to approaching total fucking strangers moreso than he already is, but this is important, right? So he should probably do it, assuming anyone is willing to talk.]

[devoutish]

[Alfie shakes his head, waving off the suggestion.]

Doesn't matter.

[He hears the reluctance, and anyway, he figures that if anyone has anything useful to share they'll do it of their own volition.]

When this is all over, John will put up a post about it, I'm sure. Much easier to gather information all at once, that way.

[quadrangle]

[Karkat grimaces, then shrugs. He should feel guilty about feeling relieved, and maybe he is, but that's not his dominant emotion right now.]

Yeah, John does that. Still, I don't know, it'd be easier if we could get shit down now while our memories are fresh.

[Such as they are. Whatever.]

[devoutish]

[Alfie touches his temple, wincing as he stretches his bandaged arm.]

Nothing about me is fresh at the moment, Karkat.

[quadrangle]

[Another shrug, and yeah, Karkat's definitely making a face, sorry.]

You know what I meant. What, should I have said ripe? You're pretty fucking ripe, there we go.

[devoutish]

[That's... just clever enough to make him grin. It's a weak grin, but it's there.]

The barrier.

[He reaches out with his fingers, like he's trying to touch something that isn't there.]

It shimmered. It was a bit like lightning; blue lightning. But it was solid to the touch. Have you ever heard of such a thing?

[quadrangle]

[That grin means approval, right? He's totally interpreting it as approval, if only because doing so makes things seem profoundly less shitty. He'd muster a tiny grin back too, but then Alfie's talking about who even fucking knows and Karkat quickly shifts gears.]

What, like a force field? Yeah, it's not too...

[He trails off then, his brow furrowing. There's, what, not even a hundred years worth of difference between Alfie's time and Davesprite's, right? So what the fuck. Humans are so weird.]

It's a science fiction thing, like a hyper gravity chamber. You've really never heard of one?

[devoutish]

Hasn't come up.

[He mumbles, running a hand through his hair.]

What are they used for?

[quadrangle]

[God, really? He makes a face.]

To keep shit out? Or in. People too, which fits what's happening now. I don't get why it's only working for you guys, though. I mean, yeah, it seems like you're the dangerous ones, but not right now? And idiots like me can waltz right in with no issue, which would leave us fucked if if you weren't. It doesn't make any sense.

[He waves a hand vaguely through where he thinks the barrier is supposed to be, then shrugs.]

Well, that Miller guy's an asshole anyway. I shouldn't be surprised.

[devoutish]

[Alfie tests the barrier - or lack thereof - with a foot. Unsurprisingly, it goes through the empty space with no issues.]

Right.

Walk out with us, Karkat, will you?