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ATRIUM SECURITY RECORDING 0364

GAMZEE: =Sitting on the floor of the atrium, back resting against one of the benches. There's various knicknack in jars and boxes in front of him, and a little collection of bead bracelets gathered in a pile on top of a small cloth. He's working on a beadwork and woven bracelet right now, slowly slouching as he works.=

DARKLEER: -emerges from the void in a great lumbering stupor. Where the hell has he been this whole time? Was it possible that he had been BLOTTED OUT OF PEOPLE'S THOUGHTS, EVEN FORGETTING HE EXISTED?? Just kidding. He's been taking a lot of power naps lately. A giant muscle horse is coming into view, pausing to stare and watch Gamzee do threadwork. Creepily.-

 GAMZEE: =Just doing his thing over here, and though he's pretty into it it's hard to not notice a big horse watching you. He lowers his hands while turning his head up to look at him.= GAMZEE: =Blinks slowly. Brings up a hand to wave, then stops and holds up one finger. He keeps that hand held up while rummaging through the bracelet pile. He finds one that has lots of deep b100 beads, horse charms included. Holds it out in his palm with a grin.=

 EQUIUS: -This highb100d is wasted on you, Old timer-

 DARKLEER: -stares down at him for a few hard seconds. Oh, right. Speaking is a thing.- D ==>> That is not necessary

 GAMZEE: =Shrugs one shoulder, still holding it out for him. Crooked smile.= might not be a necessarity, but ain't none wrong in spreadin' and wearin' such and such bits to have a mark on what bonds could be and have been all up forged here, homes.

 KANKRI: -He was merely passing through when he spotted Darkleer. Now, it had been sometime since he had seen the old horse, but Kankri never forgets the identity of someone when he happens to enjoy their company! ....also it helps that they did spend one month together trapped in a cell. Anyways he is strolling over to greet the ancient blueblood.- KANKRI: Hell9, Darkleer. It certainly has 6een s9me time since we last-- =He stops in his tracks and pauses his greetings as he finally notices Gamzee. Cue small amounts of squinting.=

 DARKLEER: D ==>> Hello Kankri -Children. Behave.-

 GAMZEE: =Jangles the bracelet at Darkleer just a little bit. You know you want it buddy.= GAMZEE: =Y'know what he's just gonna put it on the floor and... Sliiiiide it on over. There it goes.= GAMZEE: =Gives Kankri a very dull looking stare.= VANTAS. =Dripping with so much sarcasm you could probably drown in it.=

 DARKLEER: -faint ear flick at the bracelet being placed at his feet by the young purple. This is. Mildly inappropriate and he is sweaty.- DARKLEER: D ==>> I do not fancy DARKLEER: D ==>> Superficious bobbles DARKLEER: D ==>> Of any kind

 KANKRI: -He bristles up a bit being addressed by his hatchname.- KANKRI: Hell9 Gamzee. -His eyes glance at the bracelet on the floor in front of Darkleer and gives a small sigh.- KANKRI: -Finishes approaching the two and picks the trinket up off the ground himself before holding it out to Darkleer.- While y9u may n9t fancy them, f9r which is y9ur 9wn ch9ice and there is n9 6lame f9r such, a gift 9r t9ken is in fact as much and it is rude 9r insensitive t9 the giver's feelings and intenti9ns if it is n9t accepted. KANKRI: -He then rolls up one of his sleeves slightly to dully show Darkleer a wooden beaded bracelet around his own thin wrist.- As y9u can see I myself f9ll9w this principle. -And yes that is the one Gamzee gave him.-

 GAMZEE: =Opens his mouth to talk to Darkleer, but of course Kankri has a flow of words to give and so he is about to give him a LOOK... But then.= GAMZEE: =Tilts his head ever so slightly, wide eyed and looking bewildered as fuck. The X-Files theme is blaring in his head. What the fuck.=

GAMZEE: =JUST STARING AT KANKRI.=

 KANKRI: -HE WEARS THEM NOT TO BE RUDE OKAY??-

 DARKLEER: -Kankri. You are adorable but.- D ==>> Please do not presume that I do not understand the intent in which the trinket is presented DARKLEER: D ==>> It is a passive gesture, of horse -chest muscles seem to flex for a second- DARKLEER: D ==>> But I still cannot accept such an open gesture of friendliness. It would be inappropriate, for a variety of cultural reasons

 KANKRI: -Small frown, he is still holding this ugly gift thing out to you Darkleer.- KANKRI: I d9n't p9ssi6ly see h9w that c9uld 6e the case.

 GAMZEE: =Gay.......= GAMZEE: =The stare starts looking mighty pleased, him hunching over with his elbows on his legs. Chinhands. = :o)

 KANKRI: -He is also ignoring the stares and smiles Gamzee is giving him.-

KANKRI: -Do not lOOK AT HIM.-

 GAMZEE: ain't nothing inappropriate with any such gestures my dogg, we all down and same leveled on this vessel, yeah? =Directed at Darkleer, but still staring so much at Kankri.=

 DARKLEER: D ==>> On the simple principle of one does not get something for nothing DARKLEER: D ==>> I refuse

 GAMZEE: =Perk.= WHY IN ALL KINDS OF MOTHERFUCKS DID YOU NOT PROJECT THAT KINDA VIBE AT ME, BROTHER? GAMZEE: easy to be making a trade happening for all to be finding their fine on.

 KANKRI: Hm... Well. That is a valid principle, and I cann9t 96jectively declare it t9 6e false 9r n9t w9rthy 9f f9ll9wing as it is y9ur ch9ice t9 d9 s9. KANKRI: -Finally glances over at Gamzee now as he speaks up.- KANKRI: In the9ry that c9uld indeed w9rk. If y9u were t9 trade then it w9uld n9t 6e s9mething f9r n9thing, -Looks back at darkleer.- And then y9u w9uld 6e a6le t9 accept the gift with9ut c9mpr9mising y9ur 6eliefs.

 DARKLEER: -These children...- D ==>> I would rather it have a further purpose than simply lying in my possession DARKLEER: D ==>> As I have said before. I have no use for it DARKLEER: D ==>> However DARKLEER: D ==>> I may purchase a trinket as a commission, and repurpose it as a gift

 DARKLEER: ... DARKLEER: D ==>> Something that would function well for a wriggler who is small in stature DARKLEER: D ==>> And liable to hide in locations where he cannot be found

 KANKRI: -Gross. Wrigglers.-

 GAMZEE: =Taps his chin in thought while he considers this.= AIN'T NOT LIKE WHAT I HAD MINE MOTHER FUCKING MIND ALL ON FOR THEM WICKED FRIENDSHIP HAPPENINGS TO THROWN DOWN AT, GAMZEE: but don't rightly see either how can be alls wrong and bad to do some of that. GAMZEE: =Gives Darkleer a toothy grin, putting his thumb and index finger together while fanning the others out.= BELLS AND WHISTLES FOR NOISEMAKIN' FOR LIL' BITS CAN AND WILL BE MADE AT YOU BROTHER BLUE. :o)

 DARKLEER: -Only Typhon calls him that. Stares Gamzee down again.- DARKLEER: D ==>> Decide at your whim, young merchant

 KANKRI: -He is glancing between the two of them, following the exchange. Oh and he also rolls down his sleeve finally, hiding the bracelet again.- KANKRI: -Oh. And he is still holding the one Darkleer would not accept? Jeez he doesn't want this. Kankri is going to step over and put it down on the farthest edge of Gamzee's set up.-

 GAMZEE: =Flaps a hand at Darkleer while picking stuff up for the noisemaker.= done over with such titles flat on mineself. GAMZEE: =Side eyes to Kankri when he puts the stuff back, smirk. WINK. Looks back to thread a needle.= GAMZEE: GAMZEE BE WHAT NAME I HAVE, NONE MORE NONE FUCKING LESS, THAT I BE AND WHAT I AM.

 KANKRI: -EUGH IT WINKED AT ME-

 GAMZEE: =And he will wink again, should he catch Kankri staring again. Sits here working on the baby noisemaker.=

 KANKRI: -GROSS. No one notice as he face turns slightly red from the winking. Its just warm in here.- KANKRI: -Anyways he turns back to Darkleer.- I h9pe y9u d9 n9t c9nsider this an intrusive questi9n 6ut d9 y9u happen t9 be 9ne 9f th9se individuals wh9 t99k it up9n themselves t9 take in th9se f9und grubs?

 DARKLEER: D ==>> No DARKLEER: -Well he's not lying.-

 KANKRI: -Quirks a brow.- KANKRI: 9h. F9rgive my misunderstanding then.

 DARKLEER: -Just. Suddenly drops a cylinder completely made of steel from his sylladex. Places it on the ground in front of Gamzee like it wieghs nothing but a rubix cube.- DARKLEER: D ==>> Your payment DARKLEER: D ==>> Please forward the commission to my block at your earliest convenience DARKLEER: D ==>> I will take my leave now

 KANKRI: -Blinks at this exchange. Okay honestly that doesnt seem like a fair trade, steel is worth more then these dumb trinkets.-

 GAMZEE: =Stares up at the steel cylinder. What in the shit was he supposed to do with that? But... It's kinda neat he supposes. A conversation starter? Stares with big eyes, but then leans to the side to look up at Darkleer.= yous got it homie, gonna be finding myself in and about your space place in time soon pass. =Big grin.=

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SUMMONER: =It's been a while since Rhodri has bugged his favorite horse, so he is out to do exactly that. He's making his way downtown, walking fast, faces pass and he's blockbound outside said horse's block. He rhythmically knocks on the door before hooking his thumbs in his belt, rocking back and forth on his heels while he waits.=

DARKLEER: -The horse has been enjoying his afternoon bathing Gallen and putting him in proper clothes. The rainbow hair will be put into a proper bow and everything. Too bad he's napping now.-

DARKLEER: -The knocking stirs him from the current activity of picking stray splinters out of his healing knuckles. Mindless destruction was fun and everything but even the smallest wounds could grow irritable. He answers the door with a frown on his face.-

DARKLEER: Rhodri

SUMMONER: =Perks once the door opens with wing flutters and all. The frown doesn't appear to put him off at all. It's just how his face his. He raises a hand to give him a chipper salute.= hey b100, was 1n the ne1ghbourhood - crazy co1nc1dence - and f1gured 1 should drop on by, =Big grin.=

DARKLEER: A fair coincidence -Equally unfazed by Rhodri's big grins. That was also how the natural inclination of his face. He could do without the chipper salutes though.- 

DARKLEER: It has been a short while since you have bothered to do so -In fact, maybe even before the imprisonment happened. Last time he heard from Rhodri, there was some business happening with Mindfang and the Highblood. Also an apology for exploding on him, he recalls. How time flies.

SUMMONER: =Moves the saluting hand back to rub at his neck.= yeeeah, th1ngs have been pretty crazy lately and 1'm really sorry for not v1s1t1ng more, 1 mean that's not how bros do y'know?

 SUMMONER: =Tilts his head in direction of the block.= 1s 1t okay for me to come 1n? can always come back later 1 guess 1f you're busy w1th your art or anyth1ng,

DARKLEER: I am not -figures he might as well let him in and steps aside- 

DARKLEER: You will do well to mind the sleeping wriggler -there is indeed a dozing wriggler in the giant recuperacoon occupying the room. He's wearing polka dot pjs and everything.-

SUMMONER: a1ght, cool, =He smiles and steps on in, expression turning confused at his next statement. An eyebrow raises as he looks at the coon, then back at Chiron. He seems confused still but then masks it with a smile and quiet laugh. Rhodri punches at his side playfully.= man, you've gotten around when 1 wasn't look1ng, 

 SUMMONER: damn ch1ron, back at 1t aga1n w1th the fr1sky bus1ness,

DARKLEER: -if anything, his unamusement only grows.- He is not mine 

DARKLEER: He is the ward of the Grand Highblood 

DARKLEER: With that in mind, he is far better off functioning in my care

SUMMONER: =Eyebrows: Ascend.= 

SUMMONER: uh, =Says that "uh" in the same way someone'd say "DUH".= well yeah? 

SUMMONER: =Scrunches up his nose as he frowns, eyebrows furrowed.= 1s 1t the same one that was l1v1ng 1n h1s ha1r? or d1d he have sevral 1n that mess?

DARKLEER: -Ah yes, he remembers that.- The very same. His name is Gallen 

DARKLEER: -creeps over to his work table and cleans up the splintery, blue colored mess-

SUMMONER: =At least that meant he didn't have more of them, which was good since it would be unfair to shove all the responsibility on Chiron? Even if he was more responsible. He nods.= gallen, r1ght, 1'll do my best to keep the volume down, *He is talking softer than usual.= 

SUMMONER: =Slides on after the creeping horse and raises a brow at the splinters.= dude what's up w1th that stuff? =Trying to get a better look.=

DARKLEER: A mess -says simply, disposing of the garbage. He could leave it at that but then decides to gesture vaguely at his bandaged knuckles.- ...E%ercise

DARKLEER: -Yes that is how words work.-

SUMMONER: =He was about to give Chiron a look, but then he elaborated (if vaguely). Rhodri looks downward to the knuckles and his face scrunches a little.= exerc1se that leaves your hands all blood1ed and bru1sed doesn't exactly sound l1ke the health1est opt1on, 

 SUMMONER: =Looks up at him, smiling crookedly though his voice is genuinely concerned.= maybe yoga would be a good alternat1ve,

DARKLEER: I do not know what yoga is -At least he's being sincere. Even if he doesn't approve of Rhodri's concern.- 

DARKLEER: And it is not about it being so healthy for me as it is for others around me 

DARKLEER: So take that into consideration, if you would

SUMMONER: could always teach you, =Shrugs one shoulder and scratches at his cheek.= yeah, so you've told me before, 

SUMMONER: but what 1f /you/ ser1ously hurt yourself dur1ng one of these tra1n1ng sess1ons? then 1t would be unhealthy for those around you,

SUMMONER: me 1n part1cular, because l1ke, 

SUMMONER: 1 worry about you man, =Friendly broiest arm bunp.=

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ATRIUM SECURITY RECORDING 0327

DAELOS: -He is out there with his sketch book and a very resilient pencil, with the intention of observing some majestic fauna. He does not mind walking in the wilderness as much when it is at his own, incredibly slow pace.-

6:08 PM

HORUSS: -What is this, a horse convention? It might as well be, because there is yet another horse right the friggaloo out there with his own sketchpad. Yet, he is much more interested in plants and fungus at the moment. Plants, fungus and amphibians. There seemed to be a number of those. Why, it's almost as if he isn't grumpy anymore when he looks at the chronic frown of a nice frog-

6:12 PM

DAELOS: -He notices Horuss a little father off, but he hangs back and decides to greet him when they cross paths. He sees movement in the trees and looks up hoping for a glimpse of a tropical bird.-

6:13 PM

DARKLEER: -Surprise, horsetrotter. It is no bird but rather, Darkleer. He merges from the trees, shirtless and drenched in sweat and grime but ultimately looks pretty satisfied for mysterious reasons. It could have to do with the bruised, bloody state of his knuckles or maybe not.-

6:15 PM

DAELOS: -Blinks slowly-

DAELOS: -Is this a dream? If so, it's a very good dream.-

6:24 PM

HORUSS: -Oh my stars. It didn't take him much to notice the other horses once the less pudgy one emerges from the tree half naked. How obscene. He should at least put on a vest. Or something equally classy-

6:30 PM

DARKLEER: -He has no reason to feel shame over his physique. Everyone should aspire to be this ripped. Darkleer stops before the other horses.- Hello

6:34 PM

HORUSS: -Has he SEEN Horuss shirtless? The clearly superior youngun does not think so. If he had he would have known he was obviously the most ripped in this horse gathering. He straightens up, holding his sketch pad closer so that the other horses may not see how incredibly talented he is. ears twitching to focus on the both of them at once- Hello seems insufficient.

6:37 PM

DARKLEER: That may not be entirely up to you to decide -Any other time, it would have come off as grumpy but actually it's just Darkleer making conversation.- DARKLEER: Do not cease your business on my account -nods sternly towards Daelos-

6:40 PM

DAELOS: -Now he's glancing back and forth between both of them, finding himself at a loss for words. No. No he is going to say something and gosh darn it, it will be polite, even genial!.- -Clears throat- Enjoying nature? -He notices that Horuss has a pad too and is blatantly curious.-

6:41 PM

EQUIUS: -Emerges from the foliage after a fairly spirited run. Oh...it's the others. He produces a towel and fans at his neck and exposed chest while making his way to the other stallions. Ignore the large blue scar on his chest but do acknowledge the superior horse-

EQUIUS: D --> Greetings, all

6:44 PM

DARKLEER: Vigorously -flexes knuckles and accidentally rips the dirty scabs open. Darn.-

6:45 PM

HORUSS: -It does not sound rude at all. To him it sounds very much normal alright. He merely gives big old horse a nod, then turns his attention to fat old horse and blatantly tries to ignore the superior alpha stallion that emerges from the dark depths of leaf.- HORUSS: I make attempts to study as much as I am capable of. First hoof knowledge is vastly superior to what one gets from books.

6:46 PM

DARKLEER: -This is why he likes Horuss.-

6:46 PM

DAELOS: Hello -dips head to Equius- I believe I had a similiar thought -This is now hellishly distracting. How can his evening progress from here.-

DAELOS: I wanted to do some anatomical studies on fauna ...-But now he is seriously cosnidering shifting his focus to trolls for a moment.-

6:48 PM

EQUIUS: D --> Not entirely. A foal wouldn't know to e%perience some things without the aide of literature

EQUIUS: -Flexes gently and drapes his towel over his neck-

6:51 PM

DARKLEER: You make a fair point DARKLEER: -considering that his upkeep with modern society during his exile was restricted solely to books- DARKLEER: I trust you are keeping hydrated -at Equius-

6:53 PM

EQUIUS: D --> Of course -Feferi would chastise him if he didn't. Speaking of, he uncaptchas a water bottle and takes a swig-(edited)

6:53 PM

DARKLEER: -This appeases the elder horse.-

6:54 PM

EQUIUS: D --> I see you've suffered minor lacerations. Hopefoally only the flora was hurt

6:54 PM

DARKLEER: That was the intent DARKLEER: Stone would have been my preference

DARKLEER: -casually talks about mindless destruction yep-

6:55 PM

DAELOS: Oh

DAELOS: That is what happened to that tree

-He thought it was some kind of wild beast.-

6:55 PM

HORUSS: When one has studied literature for the majority of one's life one begins to appreciate field work a great deal more. -He merely states, and flips through his sketchpad to find what anatomical studies he did have-

6:55 PM

DARKLEER: Insteed -He IS a wild beast.-

6:55 PM

EQUIUS: D --> Steel is preferable. A satisfying crunch

6:55 PM

HORUSS: -Why must they destroy everything. Oh wair. It is enjoyable. He nods in agreement with all of this while flipping through pictures of mushrooms-

6:56 PM

DAELOS: -perks ears a little, craning his head- I would like a 100k

DAELOS: If you find that agreeable

6:56 PM

DARKLEER: Steel is in low supply as of late, unfortunately

6:57 PM

EQUIUS: D --> Yes, it's made my personal endeavors...difficolt -Yes, he has to preserve his murder bots-

6:58 PM

DARKLEER: I understand your plight -no really, he does.-

6:58 PM

HORUSS: -This is why he loves miniatures. They take less to make- HORUSS: -Once he finds his fauna section he does turn it over to let the older horse look- I stick mostly to amphibians here. I find them pleasant to 100k at.

6:59 PM

DARKLEER: -That is adorable. The old horse is listening.-

7:00 PM

DAELOS: -Hums in appreciation as he scopes out these fine frogs.-

7:01 PM

DARKLEER: -doing some minor stretching as the book nerds chat it out-

7:01 PM

DAELOS; Some of these must be quite small

7:02 PM

EQUIUS: D --> Have you considered fish? They're quite sleek and provide numerous design possibilities

EQUIUS: D --> -drinks some more-

7:07 PM

DAELOS: -A nearby stump proves a suitable place for old fat horse to set up a place to sketch. He keeps an ear perked for the conversation among his peers-

7:09 PM

HORUSS: They are. My goggles are quite usefoal when it comes down to magnifying the tiniest details. -He sounds quite proud of this. His new headgear was quite the upgrade from the old after all-

7:12 PM

ANANYA: -someone's wandering (and wheezing) all up in here. how she made it so far on her own, no one knows-

7:12 PM

DAELOS: -Why is there a CHILD- !(edited)

7:12 PM

DARKLEER: -ears perked as Horuss discusses his goggles- I would be interested in viewing the schematics behind the aforementioned headgear DARKLEER: ... -It is a smol.-(edited)

7:13 PM

ANANYA: -goes up to them like she's part of this group and peers up at all of them-

7:15 PM

DARKLEER: -towers intimidatingly over the bitty small- DARKLEER: The wriggler appears lost

7:15 PM

HORUSS: -Winces. There is child. Allow the smallest horse to back away from the child in slight fear of it's ankle biting teeth-

7:15 PM

DARKLEER: -As far as horrendous mutants go, Gallen is abs001utely the best there is.-

DARKLEER: -At least he serves a function. Privately judging this tiny seadweller.-

7:17 PM

ANANYA: -her fins flick curiously and she chirps thoughtfully. yes, this is what it feels like to be an adult-

7:17 PM

DAELOS: -He is rather unconcerned by lowblood children. It's a common sight on Beforus. He bends two fingers in a bitty wave-Who do you belong to

7:19 PM

DARKLEER: The lowb100d, Aradia Megido, as I recall DARKLEER: -rumbles with disapproval-

7:19 PM

HORUSS: -The devil, clearly. He coughs and does not pay the child any attention, lest it desides he is easy prey-

7:20 PM

ANANYA: -puts her hands on her hips and chirrs-

7:20 PM

DARKLEER: -Euugh.-

7:23 PM

DAELOS: Hm, have yet to meet her -He is noting the reactions of the other horses. Darkleer perhaps, is understandable but he doesn't understand Horuss's tension.-

7:23 PM

ANANYA: -has a bit of a coughing fit and then smiles up at all of them, especially at equius-

7:25 PM

HORUSS: -Children are demon spawn in his humble opinion. Unless they are not. Though the ones that are not are so few!- Perchaps someone sh001d return the lost wriggler to its lowb100ded keeper.

HORUSS: Surely, it is not meant to be oat here.

7:26 PM

DARKLEER: Equius DARKLEER: Claim responsibility over your quadrantmate's lost wriggler, if you would please

7:26 PM

DAELOS: -Oh.-

7:28 PM

HORUSS: -Of horse the alpha stallion already has wrigglers. Not that he wants them-

HORUSS: I marely find it strange for one so little to be oat on its own.

7:28 PM

DAELOS: It isn't so strange

DAELOS: Trolls are independent

DAELOS: They wander

7:30 PM

DARKLEER: -This is true, Gallen is very independant.-

7:31 PM

HORUSS: Trolls of a hayer standing I can understand. -He stated simply, then returned to his sketchpad, looking over the notes he had taken previously-

7:32 PM

ANANYA: -looks back and forth at them as they talk- yeah...! -that's what people say when they are being particularly agreeable, and ananya is being particularly agreeable-

7:33 PM

DARKLEER: -That is adorable. It makes him flex irritably.-

7:33 PM

DAELOS: -Snorts in amusement-

DAELOS: Yes

7:34 PM

DARKLEER: Do not encourage her DARKLEER: She will take it as an opportunity to engage further

7:34 PM

DAELOS: ???

DAELOS: -She's just a baby, calm down-

7:34 PM

DARKLEER: -It's not for your sake, Daelos. Be reasonable.-

7:35 PM

DAELOS: -HOW SILLY. But no, he must not even think about Darkleer being silly. It's heretical.-

7:35 PM

ANANYA: yes...!

7:36 PM

HORUSS: No. -He says very sternly, as if having an actual discussion with someone-

HORUSS: -He is the least encouraging horse-

7:37 PM

DAELOS: -Well, Equius seems preoccupied so he doesn't see any harm-

DAELOS: Come on then -pats stump and beckons child.-

7:39 PM

ANANYA: -stands on her tiptoes and spins around in a circle before going toward daelos- yeah...!

7:40 PM

DARKLEER: -This is awful the absolute worst thing that could be happening right now.- DARKLEER: -He suddenly has the urge to find Gallen.-

7:40 PM

DAELOS: Yes, yes -rather businesslike tone-

7:41 PM

ANANYA: -reaches up to try and hold daelos's hand-

7:42 PM

DAELOS: -Well. This is happening. He feels as thought he is losing the respect of the other horses, but what is a guy to do?-

7:42 PM

HORUSS: -Don't do it. It will bite you-

7:44 PM

ANANYA: -puts her other hand in her mouth-

7:44 PM

EQUIUS: -Snaps back to reality. Ope there's a babiddy. Ananya are you doing. Aradia will blame him for this.-

EQUIUS: D --> Ananya, what are you doing

7:45 PM

DAELOS: Chewing on herself, apparently -just sits there with a limp arm-

7:46 PM

EQUIUS: D --> Clearly. Your appendages aren't for chewing, young one. Come here -Kneels down and opens his arms-

7:47 PM

ANANYA: -grins up at equius with her hand in her mouth. she knows she's being sneaky. but when he opens his arms, she takes her hand out and reaches for his so she can hold TWO horse hands-

7:47 PM

DAELOS: -Well thankfully someone knows how to act around a wiggler. He was getting worried there. Oops. What's going on now.-

DAELOS: This is weird-

7:48 PM

HORUSS: -This is the absolute worst thing that could happen today- HORUSS: If you will e%cuse me.

7:48 PM

EQUIUS: D --> That is not the proposition I was giving you. You are covered in spittle

7:49 PM

HORUSS: -He steps to the back and returns to his drawings. This child play is too much for him-

7:49 PM

ANANYA: -still reaches for equius-

ANANYA: -with that hand-

7:50 PM

EQUIUS: -You are testing him, child...-

7:50 PM

ANANYA: -you bet-

7:51 PM

EQUIUS: -She has turned you against me-

7:52 PM

ANANYA: -i just want to hold your hand and hold two hands at once-

7:52 PM

EQUIUS: -Dries her hand off with his towel before taking her hand-

EQUIUS: D --> Are you appeased, tiny tyrant

7:53 PM

DARKLEER: -just standing there and watching this. This could be his cue to carry on with his own business as well... maybe visit Gallen and give him a bath. It's been a few days.-

7:53 PM

ANANYA: yeah...! -she's staring right at darkleer-

7:53 PM

DAELOS: -No, you were his model! He's not finished!-

DAELOS: -Oh well.-

7:54 PM

DARKLEER: -First of all, how dare you.-

7:55 PM

ANANYA: -staring into his soul-

7:58 PM

DAELOS: -He's fairly sure presenting this baby with his sketchbook will release him from this tiny, adorable bear trap. Thankfully he doesn't care if it gets stomped on, drooled on, set on fire, ecetera.-

8:05 PM

EQUIUS: -What do you see tiny one?-

8:05 PM

ANANYA: -glances at the sketchbook but then back at darkleer-

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ATRIUM SECURITY RECORDING 0326

GRANDMA: -taking a pair of sheers to the bushes around her house. This might take a while.-

8:15 AM

ROSE: -SHE IS TOTALLY HERE FOR SOME SICKNASTY LAWN AND GARDEN CARE!!!!!-

8:17 AM

GRANDMA: -RADICAL-

8:17 AM

ROSE: -OK but she hasn't really had a chance to talk to Jolene much so seeing her out with a set of garden shears is the ideal time for a conversational ambush. Ambush. amBUSH-

ROSE: I suppose the property is not at risk of declining in value.

ROSE: I admire your diligence.

8:27 AM

GRANDMA: -looks up from her work to smile at Rose, recognizing her as the woman from the dinner party and thankful to see her in better spirits- you should have seen the state of it when i got here! that's what happens when you leave your base unattended for... who even knows how long.

GRANDMA: there are more um... practical forms of lawn care, -the word she's actually looking for is INVENTIVE- but nothing beats doing it the old fashioned way. :P

8:36 AM

ROSE: I gather. The rustic simplicity gives one's mind time to gather itself.

ROSE: Not interrupting some sort of meditation, I hope. -I mean she's not gonna leave if she was but still, politeness-

ROSE: To be honest, this is sort of how I imagined you would spend your time. At least insofar as one imagined how grandmothers do things.

8:53 AM

GRANDMA: hehe! it's a bit of a stereotype, isn't it? but it's a soothing hobby when you're usually buzzing around the galaxy gathering Intel to topple evil empires!! which i suspect is less of a grandmotherly thing to do... but it should be!

GRANDMA: -snip snip- i don't think i ever caught your name, dear. i apologize if i did... i have poor memory.

8:54 AM

ROSE: Rose Lalonde. I don't believe I introduced myself. There were a lot of us present.

8:59 AM

GRANDMA: there sure were. -she might go so far as to say it was a clusterfuck, if she were in different company-

GRANDMA: it's a pleasure to meet you, rose. :) -hmms about lalonde though-

9:01 AM

ROSE: Likewise, I'm certain. At least, under more personal circumstances.

ROSE: I suppose it's not often one finds themselves in the company of the founder of a tech company that rivals planets in influence.

ROSE: Would that there were some ceremony to stand on.

9:17 AM

GRANDMA: oh, gee... i guess you don't hang around my brother much, then. -she hoos, a little nervously-

GRANDMA: it's difficult to take that credit these days... but that's what i'm fighting for now. -smiles again, but it's a little weary-

9:23 AM

ROSE: Not much, I admit. Though you'd be happy to know it would do little to dull the impact.

ROSE: I, um. Was actually curious about that in particular.

ROSE: You and your brother.

ROSE: Being with the rebellion. I suppose I had some inkling about the nature of the enigmatic, potentially deceased Grandfather Harley in my teenage years.

9:42 AM

GRANDMA: oh?? -she finds it a little strange that she would take interest in them that young, but then recalls what was said the other night-

GRANDMA: how exactly... are you related to skaianet, if i may ask?

9:46 AM

ROSE: My... mother received funding for a project on human research into the human genome, and the incubation of a human being through technological means.

10:01 AM

GRANDMA: -searches her memory, to connect this information to the name lalonde- oh!! i remember.

GRANDMA: ...roxanne is your mother... she was at dinner the other night as well. -sitting with james. Yes yes, she recalls-

GRANDMA: -she looks at Rose, heavily, realizing the significance of this young woman standing before her- she really... paved the way for cloning research. goodness... i haven't seen her since she was a teenager herself! but i doubt she really remembers me...

10:03 AM

ROSE: I suppose not. -She suppresses the urge to make a bitter joke about hard-drinking, but as a result, just sort of stands there awkwardly quiet for a few moments too long.-

ROSE:

ROSE: How, um. How long has it been like this? Living like this, rebelling against the system. So forth.

10:16 AM

GRANDMA: let's see... -how old was Jake again? Get it together, jojo!- i want to say... about twenty-five years? that's when i left skaianet, anyway.

GRANDMA: i've been a part time rebel as far back as i can remember!

10:20 AM

ROSE: I suppose that checks out. -Rose sits on the grass, leaning back a bit.- I am presently wrestling with the fact that the majority of my youthful conspiracies have actually turned out to be pretty spot-on.

ROSE: Not attributed to my own brilliance, but rather, that reality itself is dumb enough that it made me correct.

ROSE: I am marveling. It is like the water cycle, if it were dealing in sheer absurdity instead.

10:27 AM

GRANDMA: hehe! i understand... -looks off into the distance thinking about the Jake situation. Hoo boy.- what a funny little universe we live in.

GRANDMA: what sort of theories are we talking here? i bet i know some things that would really rock your world!!! by which i mean, be completely predictable by virtue of that sheer absurdity you mentioned. -snicker snicker-

10:31 AM

ROSE: Probably rather typical fare. Beginning with an intention to brainwash the greater human population with propaganda as one might find in They Live.

ROSE: "The Condesce Is Alive" used to be crackpot, but we need to step up our game.

10:36 AM

GRANDMA: how about... the condesce is alive and in cahoots with an angry green giant and his gang of leprechauns??

10:37 AM

ROSE: -CANT TELL IF SRS-

ROSE: I suppose it was only a matter of time before produce and cereal mascots turned against us, as well.

10:42 AM

GRANDMA: :)

GRANDMA: it might sound a little less silly if i refer to them by name. lord english and the felt?

10:42 AM

ROSE: I...

ROSE: May have heard those names. In passing, at least.

ROSE: Is the surname a coincidence?

10:54 AM

GRANDMA: oh, no. when i was younger i thought it would be... intimidating to change my name from harley to english. um, it's kind of a long story! but the abridged version is that the condesce and lord english were rivals at one time. he was one of the very few people she feared, and there were even fewer people who knew that.

GRANDMA: so i thought I'd make a statement to the empress...! and that's how i became an english.

11:01 AM

ROSE: Did it work? -that is kind of the exact gesture she would want to make, too. She cannot help but admire it.-

11:05 AM

GRANDMA: -snickers- ...it sure pissed her off! so i'd call that a success. :)

11:08 AM

ROSE: I would rather like to think we're doing that by continuing to not perish.

ROSE: She's gotten pretty hard to track for someone who, if stories are to be believed, bedazzled an entire planet.

ROSE: "Boss Ass Bitch" used to be habitable.

11:27 AM

GRANDMA: -GROANS- you're telling me! her and lord english both... neither are really known for their discretion, but i guess even they aren't too foolish for more tactical takeovers

GRANDMA: you know what she's been up to since her alleged death? brainwashing the human populous by selling... baked goods!!! argh!!!! -she's so MAD-

11:28 AM

ROSE: Wait, wait.

11:28 AM

GRANDMA: can you think of anything more stupid????

11:28 AM

ROSE: Laced with some kind of glowing extract?

ROSE: ...From a fungus, perhaps?

11:39 AM

GRANDMA: :o

GRANDMA: yes, actually! i have done many tests on her products, and the additives were typically fungal in nature, but i never could find out where they came from...

11:41 AM

ROSE: Well, they were collecting them en masse from a planet we visited. Populated largely by these yellow salamanders.

11:55 AM

GRANDMA: !

GRANDMA: are the salamanders okay?

11:56 AM

ROSE: Mostly. I suppose we didn't have much of a chance to check...

ROSE: We restored most of their lost infrastructure. But we were ambushed. It...

ROSE: It was more than a small ordeal.

12:01 PM

GRANDMA: oh no... i'm so sorry...! :( -she huffs a little though. She's so tired of hearing stories like this! Once she has her power back, with the things she knows now... she can really make a difference. She's certain of it!-

12:06 PM

ROSE: -She wants to say something reassuring, or at least deflect the condolence, but she can't muster anything that sounds near enough to sincere. She's just sort of looking at her feet for a bit.-

12:15 PM

GRANDMA: -clears her throat- well... anyway! -back to snipping- you're all safe to relax here for a while.

GRANDMA: i need to speak with your captain about my plans, but um... i think i'm going to wait til after his wedding. he seems a little too stressed right now!

GRANDMA: in the meantime, i'm trying to get to know everyone on board. the department heads, at least. but i always get so distracted whenever i try to look around your ship...!

12:19 PM

ROSE: Yes, that's. Probably for the best. -She fidgets with her fingers. Would it be out of place to start knitting in the middle of her lawn?-

ROSE: I am not a department head. I do occasionally pretend to be a therapist, though.

12:20 PM

GRANDMA: -you are free to do as you please, rose. this is a happy place.-

GRANDMA: oh? that's a tough job. i don't think i could have the patience for it...

12:23 PM

ROSE: It's not so bad. At least, I haven't done many things I deeply regret, so that's a plus.

ROSE: When you have already dedicated a few decades into the cutting edge of hard sciences I don't think you have too much to prove. I just try to make sure no one loses it.

ROSE: -...AGAIN, that is.-

12:25 PM

GRANDMA: well, it is a noble cause. i'm sure your peers really appreciate what you do for them. :)

12:27 PM

ROSE: Alas, it is a Herculean feat in itself.

12:32 PM

GRANDMA: i just hope you have someone looking out for you, too. -gently fusses...-

12:33 PM

ROSE: They do so try. I've wound up with an odd juxtaposition.

ROSE: I am at the height of my criminal career, while being in the most stable of places as far as consistent emotional support is concerned.

12:34 PM

GRANDMA: what more could a person ask for??

12:34 PM

ROSE: Heh.

ROSE: Well. When you put it that way.

12:35 PM

GRANDMA: :D

12:35 PM

ROSE: -It totally runs in the family, doesn't it. She finds herself trying to keep back a laugh.-

12:40 PM

GRANDMA: -being a goober?? yes it does!!-

GRANDMA: i'm glad. everyone here is so close, from what i can tell... it's important that you can all stick together. um... even if disagreements might arise!

GRANDMA: -nod nod- i know jake seems very happy with you guys. maybe even happier than he realizes. -as much as she loves jake, talking about him is a little difficult. she's still processing all that.-

12:42 PM

ROSE: Did you talk to him about...

ROSE: Well. Anything, really.(edited)

ROSE: Talking in general is nearly the best we can hope for.

12:44 PM

GRANDMA: -nods slowly- yes... we talked about everything... everything he could explain, that is.

GRANDMA: i'm sure there's much more to discuss, but... it's difficult enough for him as is.

12:50 PM

ROSE: There are parts I have found myself yet unable to completely grasp.

ROSE: I think you are near enough to family that some of the more baffling aspects of his very existence matter little enough.

12:55 PM

GRANDMA: it's true! no matter the circumstances... i still see him as a grandson. -and more importantly, he needs a grandmother.-

12:56 PM

ROSE: I know it's a log shot, as well, but if you found yourself holding some secret scientific knowledge of what the hell is going on with his abilities...

ROSE: Or, I guess. Just about anyone's.

1:00 PM

GRANDMA: not particularly, no...! it's something i've taken a lot of interest in, but i've never been able to collect anything concrete to explain the phenomenon. :/

1:08 PM

ERIDAN: -walks in, sees those two talking, hurriedly walks back out-

1:09 PM

GRANDMA: -you can run but you can't hide!!!-

1:10 PM

ROSE: -AWKWARD!!!-

ROSE: I suppose while we're here I ... -trails off at the SWIFT ABSCOND-

1:15 PM

GRANDMA: he seems like a very sensitive fellow.

1:18 PM

ROSE: Yes. It's been a fucked up time.

ROSE: -Is she gonna get yelled at for language? SLIGHTLY SHEEPISH-

ROSE: I should apologize for that. At dinner. It really-

ROSE: I was not thinking very much.

1:23 PM

GRANDMA: -she is really in no position to judge her for her language, though she keeps it contained around most company. she is a liberal granny.-

GRANDMA: oh, thank you for the apology. but it's alright. i understand that it's important to you and you would rather not see the opportunity to help pass you by.

GRANDMA: and i understand he has responsibility as a captain to look after his crew.

GRANDMA: sure, i thought it was a little rude and reactionary on both parts! but i understand.

1:25 PM

ROSE: I am certainly one to talk in terms of little resistance movements.

ROSE: I would honestly want to go through with it. Even if we didn't agree to the plan, I feel as though I'd still make the call to stay and try, if it were on my own entirely.

ROSE: It's not...

ROSE: -She hesitates a moment.-

ROSE: I have a hard time telling if it's insufferable self-righteousness or instinct or... A sheer lack of concern for the number of people who would put themselves in danger to tell me no.

ROSE: But the thought of not fighting seems rather alien. No matter how many periods of respite we get between planets.

1:38 PM

GRANDMA: -she relates very much with this rose girl, she realizes...- i think it's important to question authority and take a stand against oppressors if it's possible for you to do so.

GRANDMA: i grew up just waiting for the condesce to expand her empire to human territory. it was only a matter of time... i fought tooth and nail every step of the way. that was a major part of my motivation to develop skaianet. i wanted everyone to have the knowledge and technology to protect themselves from people like her. when i see it being used to her advantage, instead of against her, i just get so...! ugh!

GRANDMA: but i know... it's hard to have a personal life when you're spending so much time fighting. it can really damage your relationships... -wilts a little-

GRANDMA: still, that's why i think you guys are in a unique position to stand together! to protect each other, for each other, and still fighting for the greater good.

GRANDMA: i hope i can convince your captain of that... because so far, from what i've been told, i think that's what most of you want.

1:45 PM

ROSE: I can hardly blame you. I would feel particularly steamed if a series of smutty fantasy novels were suddenly turned against humanity to drive it towards extinction.

ROSE: Once the novelty of the tactic faded, I mean.

1:51 PM

KANAYA: -u say smutty fantasy novels she's here. Just kidding, she's at a distance after coming out of the ship in what is probably the shortest skirt she's worn in a good half a sweep. She absolutely intends to soak up all the Rays she can.-

1:52 PM

ROSE: -LEG-

1:53 PM

GRANDMA: hehe... oh wow! that sure would be something else. GRANDMA: -like THIS DAME who just entered the scene.-

1:57 PM

KANAYA: -she thinks she hears voices, and that's when she notices them. OH. They seem to have also noticed her. She is at too much of a distance to say much, so she waves awkwardly after a moment or two.-

1:58 PM

GRANDMA: -waves back- :)

1:58 PM

ROSE: It's not completely unreasonable. That's how I used to spread dissent on Alternia. -Rose does a rather elaborate wink, wave, and leg-flashing skirt-pull in response.-

1:58 PM

GRANDMA: :O

1:58 PM

ROSE: -ALSO a blown kiss-

1:59 PM

KANAYA: -OH GOSH OH JEEZ. NOT IN FRONT OF THE ELDERLY, ROSE. She turns almost completely away and covers her face.-

2:00 PM

ROSE: -SNICKERING TO HERSELF-

2:00 PM

GRANDMA: you're embarrassing that poor girl!

2:01 PM

ROSE: Yes, it's good to know I haven't lost my edge.

2:04 PM

GRANDMA: -hoo hoos- now... what's this about spreading dissent on alternia??

2:08 PM

ROSE: Oh, right. Ah. I spent a short while in the Earth military. I was not a very good soldier. Our ship was shot down over Alternian skies, and, rather miraculously, I was dragged out alive.

ROSE: It's a long and somewhat convoluted story that need not be recanted in full. For a time, the downed ship was taken over as a base of operations for a small group of trolls, and myself.

ROSE: We had a printing press. Every book I wrote, while being utter schlock, also contained a series of veiled references to the Empire and Empress.

2:11 PM

GRANDMA: holy friggin smokes!! that's amazing! -she is so proud of you, rose.-

2:13 PM

ROSE: Well. The work was a bit derivative, in retrospect. And a bit obtuse.

ROSE: -She's BLUSH-

ROSE: -COOL GRANNY LIKES IT GOSH!!!!-

2:24 PM

GRANDMA: anything that lampoons the empress sounds great to me. :)

GRANDMA: -stretches her achey back, putting her giant scissors away- i'm getting a little sleepy. even freedom fighters have to nap sometimes! hehe.

GRANDMA: i'll be around, but you should drop in sometime. maybe bring your "friend" over there with you! -she really likes you, rose. please come visit her. she'll bake you cookies.-

2:27 PM

ROSE: I would like that very much, actually. It feels good to get some things off of my chest.

ROSE: Thank you.

2:28 PM

GRANDMA: thank you too, rose. it was so nice talking about these things with you. -waves as she waddles back into her tower-

2:56 PM

KANAYA: -she has recovered and might have been spying on them a little, discreetly-

3:06 PM

ROSE: -She just knitting on the lawn. NOTHING TOO BAD HERE-

  DARKLEER: -the horse is finally coming out of hibernation. Or rather, daring to show his face in the public eye. It feels like it's been an eternity and now he finds himself parking by the trunk of a great big tree. The urge to smash it to smithereens is so overwhelming, he kind of spaces out daydreaming about it.-

DARKLEER: -cautiously sets a hand against the trunk. He's gonna do it.-

DARKLEER: -applies some STRONG pressure. The snapping of some bark can be heard and upsets the local fauna. And by upset, it means there are shrieks and calls of alarmed critters scattering. Yes. Good. This is making it even more tempting a thing to commit to.-

11:51 PM

WQ: -Out for a late night walk, WQ observes Darkleer as he does all of this. In silence-

11:52 PM

SIGNLESS: -Well he was on his way BACK from exploring the areas around the ship for an hour or two when the sound of cracking bark and the panic of animals caught in his ears. Was he surprised when he went to investigate that it was Darkleer? Not really. Was he pleased about it. Not at all. He is now also clearly observing these happenings with WQ.-

11:58 PM

WQ: -nods at Signless in greeting, still silent as this is going on.-

12:00 AM

SIGNLESS: -He returns the nod, its been some time since they spoke, but his main focus is still on the highblood assaulting the tree.-

12:02 AM

DARKLEER: -spots some movement from the corner of his eye and turns to address his audience. He acts like he's not in the middle of commiting an act of mindless destruction.- May I help you

12:03 AM

SIGNLESS: . . . .Not particularly, no. -He still stares.-

12:07 AM

DARKLEER: Then you are e%used -says bluntly, as if this is enough to stow them off. More sounds of crunching bark can be heard.-

12:12 AM

WQ: I do believe we are allowed to walk this way, as expressed by our dear hostess.

WQ: -She paused briefly-

WQ: Might I ask, is this for woodcarving? -Gestures from him to the tree-

12:12 AM

SIGNLESS: -He highly doubts it is.-

12:14 AM

DARKLEER: Yes -He is definitely lying but also doesn't care that he is.-

DARKLEER: I suggest you maintain a safe distance -If you are not stupid, that is. He's looking at you, Kasvik.-

12:15 AM

SIGNLESS: -He aint all that close but he certainly isn't far. But like hell is he moving just because he was told to.- And how far away would be considered safe?

12:18 AM

WQ: Excellent question.

WQ: It is polite to take two steps back after knocking on someone's portal.

WQ: Would two steps away be enough? ^_^

12:21 AM

DARKLEER: -you tell him. He is already swinging his arm back and cracking his fist against the trunk of the tree. Wood explodes at contact and with an ear-splitting crackle, the giant jungle tree goes a-toppling. TIMBERRRRRRRR- CRASH! -

DARKLEER: -He is simply too strong. It'll take him a few seconds to correct his posture.-(edited)

12:38 AM

GRANDMA: -watches from the greenhouse section of her tower... judging...-

12:39 AM

WQ: -Stands there like she just bore witness to something as mundane as watching water boil. Without salt.-

12:40 AM

SIGNLESS: -He instinctively raises his arms to shield from splinters and other possibly flying objects. Not everyone can be as cool as WQ.-

12:40 AM

DARKLEER: -Well, while he's at it, this tree is getting the beat down of a lifetime. It will be nothing but wood chips by the time he's done with it.-

DARKLEER: -HORSE SMASH-

12:43 AM

SIGNLESS: .......... -He is judging you so hard, Darkleer. Look at his disapproving stare.-

12:45 AM

WQ: -at least wood chips can be used for mulch-

12:47 AM

DARKLEER: -he's too busy ripping into tree bark to care about judgemental stares. Not that he would regularly. And he will not stop until splinters dig deep into his skin and his knuckles are caked with dark b100 b100d.-

1:03 AM

WQ: -okay here's where she has to step in because even though Darkleer would rather bask in his own stupidity, she is still a doctor. Restraining a long-suffering sigh, WQ nonchalantly goes to stand next to him-

WQ: Are you aware you have broken skin?

1:06 AM

DARKLEER: -is forced to stop punching trees which causes him a resounding amount of irritation.- I am aware

DARKLEER: -stands but only to crush more tree trunk underfoot.- I highly suggest that you keep your distance, carapace

1:11 AM

WQ: Ah. Thank you for the clarification, troll. It simply appeared as though you were not.

1:12 AM

SIGNLESS: -He steps up to stand behind the actual doctor, safe to glare at Darkleer from here.- You know, most people might not think to be rude to someone showing them any concern.

SIGNLESS: But yes, do continue on to punch trees if that is how you enjoy to spend your time.

1:16 AM

DARKLEER: -eyes bore into Kasvik's soul as he dares to bring himself up to speak- I find the interference to be e%tremely rude

DARKLEER: Forgive my impertence but none of it was asked for -turns back to address WQ very coldly-

DARKLEER: It would behoove you to aim this pretentiousness in a direction elsewhere

1:18 AM

SIGNLESS: Us?? We're being the pretentious ones??

1:19 AM

DARKLEER: Insteed

DARKLEER: You presume there is a need to involve yourself in business that is not your own

1:20 AM

SIGNLESS: You're are the one knocking down trees near us, so obviously it becomes our business! -He huffs, glaring right back because he has Qirin between them, so its fine.-

1:21 AM

WQ: -still smiling pleasantly-

WQ: Oh my.

1:23 AM

DARKLEER: Did I not advise you to keep your distance

DARKLEER: Ah

DARKLEER: How convenient the minor details seem to be forgotten -curling his lip in distaste at the both of them, flashing a bit of fang as he does.-

1:31 AM

WQ: -She's seen the Condense have her planet carpet bombed. He's as intimidating as a paperclip.-

WQ: -Besides, it's not like she's breathing down his neck, though it is very tempting now. There, there, Kasvik, all will be well.-

WQ: -She does step half a foot away from him, bringing the distance between them at least five feet apart-

1:33 AM

DARKLEER: -That is more like it. His stance becomes less defensive as he moves off. Perhaps being cooped up in the ship for so long, Darkleer has been in much more of a terrible temper than usual. But it's also something he won't apologize for.-

DARKLEER: -now proceeds to begin ripping the tree stump from the ground-

1:43 AM

WQ: -pauses for a while, simply watching- WQ: ...This must be a small wood carving.

1:44 AM

DARKLEER: It is an involved piece -faint hissing as he digs his claws into the bark and HEAVES. Cue the incredible ripping sounds and the following upset of jungle earth.-

DARKLEER: -there is going to be such a mess by the time this is over-(edited)

1:52 AM

WQ: I can see that. What form do you suppose it shall take when you have completed?

1:54 AM

DARKLEER: That which does not provoke inquiries from unsolicitated parties -he is just so sweaty and grumpy-

1:56 AM

WQ: -She remains unfazed- I believe the excess can be delivered to Ms. Harley for the care of her gardens. Do you think?(edited)

1:58 AM

DARKLEER: That would be a most thoughtful gesture as well as useful -says this in such a tone as if this does not apply to him at all-

2:00 AM

DARKLEER: By the by, it is customary for human females to assume the surname of the male counterpart whom they have sworn mating loyalty to

DARKLEER: Miss Harley bears the surname Strider now

DARKLEER: -gives the snootiest of huffs. Once a blueblood, always a blueblood.-

2:37 AM

WQ: -squints-

WQ: Though it is customary I have heard the opposite occuring as well, where the males take on the female surname.

WQ: Besides, it is hardly 'mating loyalty' as it is 'the union of souls,' which sounds less crass and far more romantic.

WQ: ^_^

WQ: At any rate, I do not think we are speaking of the same individual. I am speaking of Jolene English. Apologies, I knew of her before she changed her name.

WQ: But without the need of a husband, as I recall.

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ATRIUM SECURITY RECORDING 0322

RUFIOH: -jogging around the Atrium. As his punishment for skipping out on his duties as a newly transfered shipman, he's being forced to do 100 laps ON TOP of the regularly scheduled training regime. This shit bites.-

DARKLEER: -As it should.-

RUFIOH: -At least he's used to completing the 88 he usually does. What's 12 more on top of that. Lmao, fuck the police.-

9:49 PM

VRISKA: -Walks on in and watches as Rufioh jogs around the atrium. She remembers how she first met him, and it's a little nostalgic for her. Almost. He's in the paaaaaaaast.- Hey, Nitram!

9:56 PM

RUFIOH: -slows to a stop, actually not breathing all that hard or even breaking much of a sweat. What gives.- bangarang, serket... how's 1t fly1n'? RUFIOH: sweet duds. -eyes her new hairstyle and piercings.-

9:58 PM

VRISKA: -Flips her hair- I know right???????? I see you're still keeping in shape and not sitting around like a loser.

10:02 PM

RUFIOH: -crosses arms- that's one way of putt1ng 1t. RUFIOH: dunno 1f you know, but 1 got the transfer to sh1pmen so... RUFIOH guess we're jamm1n the same department, yo. -Nevermind that he had been absent for the first week of training. Whoops.-

10:03 PM

VRISKA: Seriously? Good thing I got you training so you might have a chance to keep up!

10:05 PM

RUFIOH: you got my foot 1n the door, sure. -snorts with amusement- 1t's been up to me to keep up w1th 1t so... RUFIOH: kudos for me. }:)

10:05 PM

VRISKA: Yeah, I guess you're doing okay.

10:06 PM

RUFIOH: could say the same for you. heh. RUFIOH: 1 gotta say... r1pped up pants 1s a d*mn good look for you.

10:07 PM

VRISKA: -She grins- Thanks. I think so too! Maybe you should try it.

10:09 PM

RUFIOH: can't try what 1've already been rock1n, doll. RUFIOH: where have you been?

10:11 PM

VRISKA: You know, around. Doing cool shit! Like always!

10:16 PM

RUFIOH: r1ght... very 1nformat1ve. (lmao.)

10:17 PM

VRISKA: Doing important shipman stuff. Damn, you're so NOSY. That and hanging out with Meenah!

10:19 PM

RUFIOH: that's better. -nods with satisfaction- but meenah's a cool doll to hang out w1th. RUFIOH: she do1n alr1ght?

10:20 PM

VRISKA: Yeah, she's gr8. Don't think anything could 8ring her down!

10:24 PM

RUFIOH: yeah, tell me about 1t... RUFIOH: k1nd of a shame 1 a1n't seen her around much. RUFIOH: 1dk, maybe she's too cool for company or someth1n. who knows.

10:26 PM

VRISKA: She kind of is. She only hangs out with people EQUALLY cool. Like me.

10:27 PM

RUFIOH: whaaat? RUFIOH: 1 can't even start th1nk1n about what k1nda standards you're look1ng at here. RUFIOH: 1s there a chart 1 can l1ke... check back w1th?

10:28 PM

VRISKA: What the fuck is that supposed to mean? You're not making any sense. As usual.

10:29 PM

RUFIOH: don't look at me... you're the one talk1ng about cool factors here. RUFIOH: 1'm just try1ng to level w1th you. (as usual.)

10:35 PM

VRISKA: You know you should really stop mum8ling to yourself like that. I can still hear you.(edited)

10:36 PM

RUFIOH: well techn1cally, you can l1ke... read my m1nd and sh*t. RUFIOH: guess there's no po1nt 1n h1d1ng what 1 have to say.

10:37 PM

VRISKA: So you're going to whisper what you think like a fucking weirdo. Ok!

10:39 PM

RUFIOH: -flicks an ear, kind of annoyed- let's just talk about someth1ng else.

10:40 PM

VRISKA: Sure. How many more laps you gotta run?

10:43 PM

RUFIOH: huh... 1 dunno. a couple. RUFIOH: 1'm hardly feel1n the burn here tho... that's between you and me.

RUFIOH: 1t's k1nda we1rd actually? but y'know... there's craz1er th1ngs.

10:47 PM

VRISKA: You can thank me for that.

VRISKA: You're welcome!!!!!!!!

10:48 PM

RUFIOH: but 1'm not. lol.

10:54 PM

VRISKA: You were getting there.

10:55 PM

RUFIOH: maybe 1'll thank you when you... 1 dunno... RUFIOH: earn 1t or someth1ng.

10:55 PM

VRISKA: Wow!!!!!!!! I earn it all the fucking time!(edited)

10:56 PM

RUFIOH: -smirks a little and shakes his head- ok but cons1der... RUFIOH: someone who's earned someth1ng wouldn't have to stand around ask1ng for 1t. RUFIOH: you get what 1'm say1ng?

10:57 PM

VRISKA: No????????

10:58 PM

RUFIOH: then 1 guess... here we are. -gentle finger guns at her- boom.

11:00 PM

VRISKA: You're such a dork.

11:01 PM

RUFIOH: yeah. and you just got checkmated. RUFIOH: ssssssuck 1111111111t.... -shoulders shake as he snickers-

11:02 PM

VRISKA: You realize you're making no sense right? Or are you just that stupid?

11:04 PM

RUFIOH: -ok now he's getting back to annoyed- you want me to spell 1t out, 1 can. RUFIOH: don't gotta be a b*tch about 1t.

11:05 PM

VRISKA: Sure, call me a 8itch for just saying it like it is. I'm the only one with glo8es enough to do it anyway.

11:05 PM

RUFIOH: sure... and that's about all you got go1ng for you. RUFIOH: as of r1ght now.

11:06 PM

VRISKA: -glares at him- What's your pro8lem????????

11:08 PM

RUFIOH: maybe 1 don't l1ke be1ng called stup1d. -he is just so unbelievably grump right now- or whatever.(edited)

11:11 PM

VRISKA: Jeez, talk a8out overreacting! 8ut ok, guess I'll cater to your preferences 8ecause I'm a nice person.

11:13 PM

RUFIOH: -the bulltroll is only growing more irritated- preferences... l1ke treat1ng me l1ke a decent f*ck1ng troll. RUFIOH: full of herself says what.

11:16 PM

VRISKA: You know what? I got shit to do. 8etter than standing around over here, so I'm gonna go do it. -She's a bit pissed off, too. But at the same time a little turned on? That's weird.- 8ye. -And she goes-

11:17 PM

RUFIOH: weak. -wings are pretty bristly-

11:19 PM

MEULIN: -scribbling down a <3<???? in the bg-

MEULIN: (=⊙ω⊙);;;

11:21 PM

RUFIOH: -there is nothing to see!!! Unless you want to see a Nitram brooding while flexing his muscles and stretching.-

11:32 PM

MEULIN: -SHE IS NOT OPPOSED TO THIS-

MEULIN: d(=^･ω･^=)b

11:33 PM

RUFIOH: -spots Meulin and swipes thumb over his chin as a means to "sup" at her. He's getting at jogging again.-

11:45 PM

MEULIN: -OH. HE NOTICED HER.- b(=^..^=);;

MEULIN: -finally stops being quite as weird and WAVES-

11:50 PM

RUFIOH: -decides to make a beeline for a water bottle. It'd be good to get his mind off some stuff anyway. On the way, he makes a pitstop right by Meulin.- hey, meus. what's up.

11:51 PM

MEULIN: HI, RUFIOH!

MEULIN: ARE YOU EXERCISING?

11:53 PM

RUFIOH: haha... yeah k1nd of. -rubs at his nose as it's feeling a little itchy but he'll LIVE. Slurps at some water.- RUFIOH: you d1dn't see none of that, d1d you? -asks and gestures to the where he and vriska were talking-

11:54 PM

MEULIN: HUH? ₍˄·͈༝·͈˄₎◞ෆ

MEULIN: ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT THAT LADY?

11:56 PM

RUFIOH: yeah... vr1ska. -eyes Meulin a little like why u yell.-

11:56 PM

MEULIN: ARE YOU FURIENDS?

MEULIN: YOU S33MED KIND OF MAD AT EACH OTHER...

11:59 PM

RUFIOH: we're fr1ends. RUFIOH: doesn't stop her from be1ng a dumb*ss somet1mes tho. lol. -whoops.-

11:59 PM

MEULIN: -dangit.... being deaf makes analyzing relationships so much HARDER. she's staring at Rufioh's mouth VERY INTENSELY.-

February 26, 2016

12:01 AM

RUFIOH: -he takes such good care of his teeth. This is a good note to make.- you d1dn't hear that from me.

12:01 AM

MEULIN: -she THINKS she saw the word "friends" but she's not sure what that meant, and she's standing here trying to figure out how to respond- SORRY, I CAN'T HEAR YOU!

MEULIN: -how appropriately timed-

12:02 AM

RUFIOH: yeah, that's the sp1r1t. }:) -now the dumbass is him-

12:03 AM

MEULIN: -he's smiling!! that's... good????- （ΦωΦ）

MEULIN: UM... DO YOU THINK WE COULD IM SOMETIME?

12:06 AM

RUFIOH: uh... yeah sure. -nods, thinking it's kind of a weird question... but aight. He'll roll with it.- RUFIOH: 1'll catch you later, then. -straightens up and chugs down the rest of the water.- got some laps to do. RUFIOH: seeya meus. -waves at her bye and jogs off-

12:07 AM

MEULIN: OH OKAY! BY333!!

[taskforcetumut]

ATRIUM SECURITY RECORDING 0279

[6:48:38 PM] [Today, nobody is sure when or how, a stone statue appears in the Atrium just across from the Christmas tree. The figure is familiar with her billowing shawls and high elegant horns... it's none other than the Dolorosa, looking bold and brave in stone as she did in life. No inscriptions or signatures on it give an indication of the artisan behind it. It only bears her sign etched in metal plating at the base.]

[6:53:40 PM]  SIGNLESS: -That...sure is a thing that is here and he is staring at while holding his coffee in one hand, untouched.- 

SIGNLESS: -Whoever did this, he was going to have to find out, and he would thank them properly because it is stunning and perfect and makes him several kinds of grateful.-

[7:07:33 PM]  REDGLARE: -She feels a little heavier, looking at that statue.  Like it takes just that much more effort to move, to keep her head up, to think.  She glances to her side, looking for Damara.-

[7:10:07 PM]  HANDMAID: -and she's watching the statue, just staring at it from a distance, like she's afraid to get closer, eyebrows furrowed. nothing feels real-

[7:11:11 PM]  REDGLARE: ...D4m4r4.

REDGLARE: Go1ng to p4y our r3sp3cts.

REDGLARE: Com3.

[7:12:22 PM]  HANDMAID: -she heaves a heavy sigh, holding onto her own hands and taking a few steps forward-

[7:12:45 PM]  REDGLARE: -She nods.-  1 know.

[7:13:04 PM]  HANDMAID: -her voice is soft- how?

[7:13:42 PM]  REDGLARE: S4y som3th1ng you th1nk sh3'd 4ppr3c14t3.  Or just.  R3sp3ct wh4t 1s h3r3.

[7:14:57 PM]  HANDMAID: -looks at redglare and then back at the statue for a long while- ymirra help me. ymirra is good. ...i am sad.

[7:15:34 PM]  REDGLARE: ...Th4t's good.

REDGLARE: -She rests her hand on her back, rubbing it softly, staring up at that statue.-

[7:16:10 PM]  HANDMAID: you come back. please.

[7:18:49 PM]  REDGLARE: Th4t's...

REDGLARE: 1t's not poss1bl3, D4m4r4.

[7:19:15 PM]  HANDMAID: you come BACK. please.

[7:20:24 PM]  REDGLARE: D4m4r4.

[7:21:14 PM]  HANDMAID: yes.

[7:22:11 PM]  REDGLARE: 1'm sur3 sh3 would, 1f 1t...

REDGLARE: -God, is it even impossible?  She's not sure, anymore.-

REDGLARE: 1f sh3 w3r3 4bl3.

[7:22:32 PM]  HANDMAID: still ask.

[7:22:45 PM]  HANDMAID: nicely.

[7:22:56 PM]  HANDMAID: i say please. it helps.

[7:23:11 PM]  REDGLARE: -She laughs a despairing laugh.-

[7:23:26 PM]  REDGLARE: Th4t 1s tru3, 1sn't 1t?

REDGLARE: Pl34s3.

[7:23:34 PM]  HANDMAID: yes. please.

[7:27:56 PM]  REDGLARE: -She retrieves something from her Sylladex-- a slow, shaky breath.  Her glasses are a little bit misty, but she's holding a fully-constructed terrarium in her hands.  It's got a single glowing firefly inside.-  Com3 on.  

REDGLARE: W3'll n4m3 th1s on3 Ros4.  

REDGLARE: -She goes to place it by the foot of the statue.-

[7:28:50 PM]  HANDMAID: -she nods, her eyes watering, too.- yes. rosa. good.

[7:35:44 PM]  REDGLARE: -She sighs, feeling all the more weary as her arms come to wrap around Damara, holding her rather close.-

[7:37:11 PM]  HANDMAID: -she holds onto redglare, too, just staying there for as long as she can-

[truculentcampyman-blog]

DARKLEER: *There is no warning or preamble to Chiron arriving to Typhon's block. He grew restless and unable to sleep these few days since his return from the prison hold. It's hard for him to describe his mood, the whole thing made even worse with the persistant presence of the Nothing pressing in on his subconscious. The valve of void against his being still would not shut no matter how much he tried dist

DARKLEER: racting or otherwise exhausting himself. The old horse was tired beyond compare and could only really think to turn to one person. How fortuitous that the troll who's presence had been coveted but denied for sweeps on end was residing only a few paces away. Chiron won't even bother knocking, just letting himself into the block. The levels of fucks he gave about what he was walking in on were at an

DARKLEER: all time low.*

HIGHBLOOD: *Fuckin rude. Typhon doesn't expect visitors so he looks up with a mild surprise. This should've been a visitor he anticipated however. While Darkleer was gone he didn't worry much. Chiron wouldn't let himself be bested by some two-bit assholes. Typhon was actually expecting him to rip the ship apart but that hadn't happened from what he heard. He was curious on why that wasn't the case and sits u

HIGHBLOOD: p straight. Seems like his hands are dirtied with paint and from in front of him a colorful head pokes out and looks curiously at Darkleer before smiling and scrambling upward to go meet him. Gallen all with dirty hands and a dirty face and shirt covered in paint and no pants. He still takes off his pants and Typhon doesn't put them back on, sometimes you just gotta be free. He feels that. This f

HIGHBLOOD: ilthy child is chanting "Aba aba" and gonna cling to the big horse* left all your politenesses behind huh chiron?

HIGHBLOOD: *not that he can talk, he never knocks* amble your big ass on in bro, might as well

DARKLEER: D ==>> Prison was a changing e%perience *Lets himself inside but not before fixing Gallen with a look, perhaps the smallest touch with the tips of his claws.*

DARKLEER: D ==>> This wriggler is filthy

HIGHBLOOD: we paintin *Obviously*

HIGHBLOOD: *Meanwhile Gallen's reaching for Darkleer's hand, gonna nuzzle it*

DARKLEER: *Clearly the child is thirsty for affection, which Chiron can't fault him for. Bonding with one's lusus is a completely natural experience. He dares to lower himself to one knee, giving him a closer inspection.*

DARKLEER: D ==>> You needn't be so glad *rumbles to Gal with a squint*

HIGHBLOOD: *It's been a long time since he saw him, he missed his sweaty scent and perks as he takes a knee. Gallen smiles at him and tries to hug him best he can but he big. He's dirty with paint and there's some evidence of the an earlier sweet snack around his mouth but otherwise his hair's been brushed out and his clothes aren't as dirty as they could be*

HIGHBLOOD: *Typhon's just leaning and watching with a grin* awww lil brother missed you *Also eyeing Chiron*

DARKLEER: D ==>> Suppose he did *He looks as unpleasant as always but oddly not willing to argue. Chiron is now sitting on the floor, legs crossed.*

HIGHBLOOD: *Gallen babbles and nuzzles Chiron's torso, grubby little hands grabbing to climb up him. Hello father, let me touch your face*

HIGHBLOOD: and you took your sweetass time arriving

DARKLEER: D ==>> Was no fault of mine

DARKLEER: D ==>> There were a number to consider beyond myself

HIGHBLOOD: *snorts but considers that* quantity that strong you couldn't do nothin?

DARKLEER: D ==>> None by conventional means

DARKLEER: D ==>> The operation required tact rather than brute force

DARKLEER: D ==>> The enactment of such took a... surprising toll

DARKLEER: D ==>> And continues to do so

HIGHBLOOD: *Rumbles in thought and wipes hand on a damp towel before moving to sit next to him* hmph, sound more like you were bein lazy *Though now he's a little worried*

HIGHBLOOD: what all exhaustion ails you?

DARKLEER: *is actually allowing Gallen to crawl on him as he sighs*

DARKLEER: D ==>> It does not appear natural as I sense that it feeds off the essence of my being

DARKLEER: D ==>> From within *places his fist along his middle, gesturing to his core*

DARKLEER: D ==>> Perhaps even literally

DARKLEER: D ==>> It does not cease now

HIGHBLOOD: *furrows brows now* and whats feastin on you? *should he punch it out?*

HIGHBLOOD: *Gallen is also taking precious advantage of the stern dad letting him climb all over him, sitting on his shoulder and leaning on his face*

DARKLEER: D ==>> Not to presume myself melodramatic but... I can only describe it as the Void *Doesn't seem to mind Gallen climbing all over his face and just closes his eyes, rumbling.*

HIGHBLOOD: *Gallen gives a purr against his temple, laying on the top of his head. Welcome home*

HIGHBLOOD: like you ain't already perceived as such

HIGHBLOOD: but i'll take your word for this bein different

DARKLEER: D ==>> That would be accurate *Dammit, Gallen. Why do you have to be so sweet and pantsless. It's not like Darkleer would have the heart in him to try moving him. He does pause.*

DARKLEER: D ==>> Shall I provide a demonstration

HIGHBLOOD: it would help to know where i oughta place alla my concerns

DARKLEER: *What is even around? Trusting that Typhon has a shit ton of horns lying around, Darkleer reaches for one and holds it up. Behold this magic trick.*

DARKLEER: *keeping eye contact with him, he shifts his fingers and the horn disappears right before his eyes*

HIGHBLOOD: *Naturally he does, who would he be without his pile of horns? Typhon watches him as he lifts it then lifting his brows as it disappears* well shit

HIGHBLOOD: that's new

HIGHBLOOD: and is what eats at you?

DARKLEER: D ==>> I cannot shut it off

HIGHBLOOD: so with no other target you feel it disappearing at your insides

DARKLEER: D ==>> Unconsciously, yes *nods, as best as he can with Gallen clinging to him horn*

HIGHBLOOD: *grunts*

HIGHBLOOD: perhaps you need to work more at it to get it better under control

DARKLEER: D ==>> It is preposterous

DARKLEER: D ==>> I have spent sweeps upon immeasurable sweeps mastering the skill of harnessing my own strength

DARKLEER: D ==>> Only to have this

DARKLEER: D ==>> Ability

DARKLEER: D ==>> Draw me back as if the effort was for naught

HIGHBLOOD: *makes a face at him* you just bitchin again *tips up his chin with a scoff* look to it as somethin else to master

HIGHBLOOD: not as a drawback but another bit to make yourself stronger

DARKLEER: *gives him a look like pls.*

DARKLEER: D ==>> Is that your final opinion

DARKLEER: D ==>> Perhaps I have no interest in this proposition

HIGHBLOOD: from what i understand, regardless of you havin interest in what i gotta say, you still able to master it

DARKLEER: D ==>> How infuriatingly optimistic of you

HIGHBLOOD: nah that just you bein all melancholy and shit

DARKLEER: D ==>> You sound so certain *grumbles and begins trying to pry Gallen off his horn.*

DARKLEER: D ==>> Almost as if you are not the troll being subject to sleep deprivation and the consequential e%haustion thereof

DARKLEER: D ==>> You must know that I came with a purpose

HIGHBLOOD: *The wriggler makes a sound and hugs tighter, no he loves this face. Holds onto the horn and the face*

HIGHBLOOD: here i was hopin you came to get some time in

DARKLEER: *could just about roll his eyes, if only he weren't so tired*

DARKLEER: D ==>> I came seeking assistance

DARKLEER: D ==>> If you are not

DARKLEER: D ==>> Opposed

HIGHBLOOD: *Is he not allowed to miss his huffy mostly redmate?* depends on what you seek specifically *eyeing him though*

DARKLEER: D ==>> Allow me to sleep

DARKLEER: D ==>> If you are capable

DARKLEER: *why would you miss this awkward lump of sweat*

HIGHBLOOD: *Because he love him as gross as that is*

HIGHBLOOD: *sighs* so i am

HIGHBLOOD: lay yourself on down

DARKLEER: D ==>> ...

DARKLEER: D ==>> The wriggler *gestures at*

HIGHBLOOD: lay him on down too i doubt he leavin your canvas

HIGHBLOOD: *Clingiest child*

DARKLEER: *These things he does for the sake of not accidentally squishing Gallen to a pulp. The horse troll settles his large, weary self onto his side. He keeps close to Typhon, curling right by his crossed legs. Gallen, of course, is free to keep sticking to his horn as Darkleer shuts his eyes and waits.*

HIGHBLOOD: *Now that they're laying down Gallen sits then crawls over Chiron to get under his chin. There's a knee then a foot in his face briefly while the child climbs and eventually settles. Typhon just laughs and puts his hand on Chiron's head*

HIGHBLOOD: ima get you on some shit that you missed *Pat pat, but the patting doesn't feel like it lasts for long. Chiron would feel pleasantly numb. A nice buzz that started at the base of his skull and travelled over the rest of his body*

HIGHBLOOD: *There's a busy portion of Chiron's mind that he clouds with images of things he may have missed with Gallen. Then thoughts and smells and memories of Chiron's own. Things he held dear to him and liked to think about even if they're old the memory comes back clear as the day it happened*

HIGHBLOOD: *His body would feel light, floating almost. Rushing through pleasant colors and sensations that lulled him to relax and give into the rest he needed. Meanwhile Typhon sat over him with his head in his lap and combed back his hair. Idly humming while their eyes flashed green and purple*

DARKLEER: *The relief was beyond anything anything he could have hoped for. Chiron exhales and truely lets himself relax, letting himself get lost in the swirls of memory and color, scents of open grasslands and beaches of a planet he missed sorely with wriggler-like nostalgia. A few moments of the exposure and the blueblood begins purring in his doze, finally at peace in his sleep with Typone combing thro

DARKLEER: ugh his long hair.*

[technologicgodot]

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DAVE: -it's the end this is it. this is the end-

DAVE: -he's still on the ground, awkward short blond patches on his face, and he doesn't smell great, either. no one does.- this is it

DAVE: this is how its gonna end

DAVE: -staring at darkleer-

DAVE: -how does he sweat-

DAVE: -that much-

DAVE: -how is he so large-

DARKLEER: -appears to be dozing and is indifferent to Dave staring at him.-

DAVE: -i'm all out of love.-

DAVE: -i'm so lost without you-