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Your name is Nepeta Leijon, and you're your father's kid. You're a detective-in-training, and one with the law, and you're one hell of a trumpet player. However, you've got some peculiar alter ego. Sometimes you can't tell if it's you, or the other you that takes joy in the activities you take part in. Those side activities include, bu aren't limited to, bootlegging, smuggling, and getting drunk off your rocker. M!A status: None omfg INDIE 1920s/1930s ERA Nepeta Leijon. Though she is unaware of SBURB and the events that would transpire because of it, she does have some strange connection to her powers as the Rogue of Heart, and is unaware of how, what, or why they are. UNDER HEAVY CONSTRUCTION

[a-succulent-gardener-deactivate]

:33c

YOU!!! KIT KAT! 

[33timesalady]

:33 < gotta say it sure is a relief to s33 you still kickin

:33 < id ask ya to pop by but

:33 < k33p trying to leave the building only to end up right back inside

:33 < think im stuck somewhere... 

[fastestshadeofgreen]

:33c

what do you want babe

[33timesalady]

[pvt]

:33 < s33ing if this thing still worked... got a headache only more booze could cure

:33 < id ask if you still run but

:33 < think im leagues away

:33 < nice to have some furmiliarrrrrr faces pop up...

[33timesalady]

(Hey all! I just got access to this account again. I started listening to old Homestuck soundtracks and I miss you all terribly. Skype is an awful inefficient way to get a hold of me, but I’d love to catch up with everyone 

I’d love to have you guys over at my main blog @asteriiums !!

Also, my discord is an ever changing username, but right now it is Shiva-Chan#8322

I MISS YOU GUYS I HOPE YOU ARE ALL WELL <3 <3 <3 I hope to hear from you guys soon ;o; !!!!!

Maybe I’ll look into joining these shenanigans again for real this time ahhh)

[33timesalady]

((sorry i havent been around the holidays are really hard on me. ill come back soon))

[fastestshadeofgreen]

((If you are still taking faces, Nep in B3, Itchy A1? ;u; ))

 THESE NERDS

[33timesalady]

((OH MY GOD!!!))

[fadedfemales]

my New Year’s kiss is gonna be a shot of vodka

[meowtownpolice]

woopwoop. emoji meme

go ahead use it all u want idc

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:33 < h eyye fin hey :33 < look i just s wanted rto tell you a fewe things alriight? look i m sorry i kind of died or whatfurr :33 < or coma'd i cant rememmber what it was now :33 < but i just wanted to say [Nothing followed the final message except for the tag "Nepeta is typing..." The tag remained, despite there being no message.]

Are you alright kit kat?

[33timesalady]

“Thanks, Fin. I really do appreciate you breaking the news. And… Coming with me when the time comes. I dunno who Sylv is and who that Droog is but I guess I’ll figure it all out.” You stare at the bottle, your smile had faded and any hope you had of seeing your dad after all this time disappeared. You blame yourself for his death, but realize it’s not going to get you anywhere.

“Hey… Hey… Let’s… Move on? From this topic? There’s gotta be some good, right?”

[a-succulent-gardener-deactivate]

“You are welcome kit kat, i will point you to the pair of crew when you sober up alright?” You stare at the unfamiliar ceiling above your head, thanking the gods this is over for now, you hope that she won’t feel like you feel over somebody’s death.

“Hmmm i think…well i have a pet now if that counts, it’s pretty, a sharpuppy called Gordon”

[33timesalady]

“That’s fair enough, I’m in no state to talk to anyone I don’t trust at the moment.” You work on the bottle in your hands, agreeing with what Fin was saying. You were doing your best to move on, but this was hitting you really hard. To wake up from death... Coma? Whatever. To wake up and find your dad is dead and you weren’t there for him all this time was sitting well with you.

“A sharkpuppy, eh? Is it exactly what it sounds like? ‘Cause he’s sounding mighty adorable. Gordon’s a good name. And yes, getting yourself a pet absolutely counts as a good thing, heh!”

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:33 < h eyye fin hey :33 < look i just s wanted rto tell you a fewe things alriight? look i m sorry i kind of died or whatfurr :33 < or coma'd i cant rememmber what it was now :33 < but i just wanted to say [Nothing followed the final message except for the tag "Nepeta is typing..." The tag remained, despite there being no message.]

Are you alright kit kat?

[33timesalady]

“Thanks, Fin. I really do appreciate you breaking the news. And... Coming with me when the time comes. I dunno who Sylv is and who that Droog is but I guess I’ll figure it all out.” You stare at the bottle, your smile had faded and any hope you had of seeing your dad after all this time disappeared. You blame yourself for his death, but realize it’s not going to get you anywhere.

“Hey... Hey... Let’s... Move on? From this topic? There’s gotta be some good, right?”

[a-succulent-gardener-deactivate]

:33 < h eyye fin hey :33 < look i just s wanted rto tell you a fewe things alriight? look i m sorry i kind of died or whatfurr :33 < or coma'd i cant rememmber what it was now :33 < but i just wanted to say [Nothing followed the final message except for the tag "Nepeta is typing..." The tag remained, despite there being no message.]

Are you alright kit kat?

[33timesalady]

You wrinkle your nose, still not understanding the gravity of the situation. The way Fin was talking made it seem like almost everyone you knew was either dead or gone. You bite your tongue, but are unable to keep from prying.

“I only know fragments about what happened. I guess part of my getting drunk today was trying to forget the hazy faces. I just… I dunno.” Your own eyes began to well up. “Who’s gone, Fin? Who did we lose, and what did we lose?”

[a-succulent-gardener-deactivate]

You stay silent for a minute, followed by a sip of your drink and a long, sad sigh “In the mansion…it’s only Itchy,Crowbar,Vriska,Die, the handmaid and me everybody else is gone” another pause, you take a deep breathe, Trace is gone and somehow you keep finding ways to tell that to yourself everyday “…The crew is gone too, but that’s always a good thing” 

Though you never even celebrated, you had to admit, everything is boring without them. “and Sleuth’s team….” ok here it goes you can’t keep avoiding this, even if you wished you were there for her , better if you tell her than she finds out “Your dad is dead…another timeline Slick buried him on his universe. I..I’m sorry kit kat. I don’t know much about the details, but if you need somebody to be with you when you visit him, let me know yes?. I’m here for you”

Somehow you envied her, if he’s dead at least you have a place to go cry, you have the chance to meet him again on the afterlife, with Trace all you have it’s a big question mark and an empty room. No place to leave flowers or somebody to blame, just plain nothing.

[33timesalady]

“Well that would explain why he hasn’t been answering me... Hang on.” You were not taking this news well. You ask for him to hold his thoughts, and put your end of the phone down. The sound of glass shattering would be heard over the phone as you whip the bottle of alcohol as hard as you possibly can at your wall. You silently drag yourself over to the cabinet and grab another. You let your father die, and you were not taking this well.

“Who offed him? Who offed my dad? Why is he buried in another ‘verse?” You said, choking down sobs and taking drinks from the new bottle. You wanted to be happy that at least some Felt remained, but you couldn’t help but feel sad about those who were not mentioned. “I... I think I’m going to need you when I visit. No, not think. I’m going to absolutely need you.” You sigh again, “How are there so few of the Felt left?”

[a-succulent-gardener-deactivate]

:33 < h eyye fin hey :33 < look i just s wanted rto tell you a fewe things alriight? look i m sorry i kind of died or whatfurr :33 < or coma'd i cant rememmber what it was now :33 < but i just wanted to say [Nothing followed the final message except for the tag "Nepeta is typing..." The tag remained, despite there being no message.]

Are you alright kit kat?

[33timesalady]

You wrinkle your nose, still not understanding the gravity of the situation. The way Fin was talking made it seem like almost everyone you knew was either dead or gone. You bite your tongue, but are unable to keep from prying.

“I only know fragments about what happened. I guess part of my getting drunk today was trying to forget the hazy faces. I just... I dunno.” Your own eyes began to well up. “Who’s gone, Fin? Who did we lose, and what did we lose?”

[a-succulent-gardener-deactivate]

:33 < h eyye fin hey :33 < look i just s wanted rto tell you a fewe things alriight? look i m sorry i kind of died or whatfurr :33 < or coma'd i cant rememmber what it was now :33 < but i just wanted to say [Nothing followed the final message except for the tag "Nepeta is typing..." The tag remained, despite there being no message.]

Are you alright kit kat?

[33timesalady]

You couldn’t help but laugh at his comment. Maybe it was the booze taking effect, but you interpreted it as some sort of flirting. You didn’t consider the possibility that he could be serious.

“I got ‘em all, and it’s… It’s good to hear you say we’re alive. I’m doing my best to stay in good spirits.” You chuckle at your own joke, since the spirits weren’t so good. “At least I’m not getting drunk alone. I hope your reasons fur it ain’t as bad as mine.”

[a-succulent-gardener-deactivate]

Her laugh is so adorable, just like you remember. It makes you smile like it would take you back from those days, better day.

“ Good good, it would be a loss for the world if you somehow lost those legs. A moment of silence to thank the gods for that, please-” you laugh really loud at that, maybe because of booze more than because it was funny “ Eh i think i just get drunk because i can this days kit kat, what’s your reason?”

[33timesalady]

You kick your leg in the air, admiring it. He was right, you had gams goin’ for days. It’d be a shame if anything happened to these. You laughed as he laughed, feeling at ease. You hadn’t felt this way since you had woken up, and you were so grateful he offered this phone call.

“I’ll drink to that!” You take a a hearty swig from the bottle. “I’m imagining your handsome face sayin’ these sweet words to me right now, you know. I miss that face of yours...” You trail off as he explains his reasons, and sigh. “It’s all different, huh? Everything has changed? That’s part of the reason I’m drinkin’ today. I just miss everyone so much.”

[a-succulent-gardener-deactivate]

:33 < h eyye fin hey :33 < look i just s wanted rto tell you a fewe things alriight? look i m sorry i kind of died or whatfurr :33 < or coma'd i cant rememmber what it was now :33 < but i just wanted to say [Nothing followed the final message except for the tag "Nepeta is typing..." The tag remained, despite there being no message.]

Are you alright kit kat?

[33timesalady]

You couldn’t help but laugh at his comment. Maybe it was the booze taking effect, but you interpreted it as some sort of flirting. You didn’t consider the possibility that he could be serious.

“I got ‘em all, and it’s... It’s good to hear you say we’re alive. I’m doing my best to stay in good spirits.” You chuckle at your own joke, since the spirits weren’t so good. “At least I’m not getting drunk alone. I hope your reasons fur it ain’t as bad as mine.”

[a-succulent-gardener-deactivate]

:33 < h eyye fin hey :33 < look i just s wanted rto tell you a fewe things alriight? look i m sorry i kind of died or whatfurr :33 < or coma'd i cant rememmber what it was now :33 < but i just wanted to say [Nothing followed the final message except for the tag "Nepeta is typing..." The tag remained, despite there being no message.]

Are you alright kit kat?

[a-succulent-gardener-deactivate]

It doesn’t take you too much to give her a immediate call, a glass of whiskey in your hand and the phone in the other. This is no way to deliver news but it would do

“Hello Kit kat, it’s been a long time since i had the pleasure of hearing that sexy voice hahah”

[33timesalady]

You lounged on your couch with the bottle of swill in one hand, holding the phone as if someone would take it from you any second. You nearly cried as you heard his voice over the line.

“Fin, you charmer... It’s really you. I’m... I’m so glad”

[a-succulent-gardener-deactivate]

:33 < h eyye fin hey :33 < look i just s wanted rto tell you a fewe things alriight? look i m sorry i kind of died or whatfurr :33 < or coma'd i cant rememmber what it was now :33 < but i just wanted to say [Nothing followed the final message except for the tag "Nepeta is typing..." The tag remained, despite there being no message.]

Are you alright kit kat?

[33timesalady]

[The beep to alert you that you had a message woke you from your stupor]

:33 < hwhat oh

:33 < i just had my furst drink in like a year or 2 but considering it didnt rekill me yeah im alright

[pvt]

disabling the damned faces fur now because even i cant stand looking at them

no im not allright i wake up and whats the firhst thing i do? drink my purrroblems away. hey, at least im consistent. i dunno where everyone is or what theyre doing save fur you and itchy. i cant s top thinking about everyone, im half seas ofur right now dont mind my ramblin

i miss you, a lot. i cant get in touch with my dad, and this alcohol tastes like garbage so whoever hired me to deliver this swill and whoever paid for it had bad taste in hooch

how re you fin

[a-succulent-gardener-deactivate]

](pvt)

…Kit kat, i miss you too. I am , right now, in somebody else’s place trying to fight the urge to get drunk again, look. Can i call you instead of typing this up? i think it would be better if i heard you, i sort of need that…

if it’s not too much

[33timesalady]

[pvt]

it’s not too much at all fin i really n33d to hear your voice again too. i n33d to know im actually alive and awake and just

yeah im right by my phone, gimme a ring when you’re ready

[a-succulent-gardener-deactivate]

:33 < h eyye fin hey :33 < look i just s wanted rto tell you a fewe things alriight? look i m sorry i kind of died or whatfurr :33 < or coma'd i cant rememmber what it was now :33 < but i just wanted to say [Nothing followed the final message except for the tag "Nepeta is typing..." The tag remained, despite there being no message.]

Are you alright kit kat?

[33timesalady]

[The beep to alert you that you had a message woke you from your stupor]

:33 < hwhat oh

:33 < i just had my furst drink in like a year or 2 but considering it didnt rekill me yeah im alright

[pvt]

disabling the damned faces fur now because even i cant stand looking at them

no im not allright i wake up and whats the firhst thing i do? drink my purrroblems away. hey, at least im consistent. i dunno where everyone is or what theyre doing save fur you and itchy. i cant s top thinking about everyone, im half seas ofur right now dont mind my ramblin

i miss you, a lot. i cant get in touch with my dad, and this alcohol tastes like garbage so whoever hired me to deliver this swill and whoever paid for it had bad taste in hooch

how re you fin

[33timesalady]

Empty

It’s been days since you awoke from what you could only assume was a coma, or death, and you hadn’t even begun to piece together what had happened. You tried contacting the few people you could remember you were close with, Fin, and Itchy, but they were the only ones that were online. Your dad wasn’t answering anything, and his icon was greyed as if he hadn’t logged in for some time.

Fin never showed, but you didn’t really expect him to. His life went on in the time you were ‘asleep’ and probably had prior arrangements. You still couldn’t help but wonder what he meant about your dad. You debated bothering Itchy, and thought that wouldn’t be a half bad idea, if you could bring yourself to send him a message.

Maybe a drink would do you some good. You made your way over to where you usually kept them, and groaned. Dozens of undelivered bottles lined your shelves, bottles meant to go to paying customers about a year or two ago. It mattered so little now, and you grabbed one off the shelf. With a few swift movements, the cork was off and...

It hits you like a car, speeding down a rainy road with failing breaks. Geez, how long had it been? It’d be a miracle if you could make it through half the bottle, let alone the whole thing.

As the liquor settled, your mind wandered, imagining old faces of friends and foes like an ancient film reel. Vriska, Meenah, Trace, but not just one Trace. There were two... Your heart ached as you tried to recall a face to the second, but it seemed a more distant and less vivid memory. You couldn’t remember why it hurt to remember it so much. The Handmaid... What was her name again? Die came to mind, as did Uncle Sleuth. Blurry faces of the Midnight Crew and some other Felt flashed across your mind, and suddenly you were dizzy.

You fell to the floor with a loud thud, the dust around your apartment now disturbed and thick in the air once more. You feel empty, nauseous, a combination of many emotions. You drag yourself to your old husktop and proceed to drunkenly send out a series of messages to anyone you can find, because in your hazy mind, it seemed the best course of action.