Hey Austin and Austin-area people, I'm planning on visiting the Capitol tomorrow to check out the scene regarding special session and the abortion bill. If anyone's interested in joining me (I'll be observing - I won't be jumping in!), let me know! We can meet up and have lunch and watch the mob democracy at work! :)
msparp is being a butt and wont let me see the log but here have some davekat
Karkat
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human! carcinoGeneticist [CG] joined chat.
Sick!Dave [TG] joined chat.
CG: Dave.
CG: Pick up your phone.
CG: Text me back.
CG: DAVE.
CG: Dave.
CG: Dave.
CG: Fucking Strider.
TG: *he's in bed* *after a sec*
TG: *finally gets annoyed with the text tone*
CG: Goddamnit.
CG: WHERE ARE YOU?
TG: *grabs the phone* jesus dicks what do you want
TG: wait
TG: fuck
TG: i'm late, aren't i
TG: shit
TG: where are you?
TG: i'll be there faster than you can say chill
TG: ((Do you ship DaveKat, btw?))
CG: I'm at the coffee shop on the corner of fourth. Where are you?
CG: [yeS]
CG: [sorry if you don't I can not davekat but its like my otp]
TG: ((mine too :D))
CG: [YEEEE]
TG: ((It's rude to be late for a date))
TG: god damn
TG: sorry
TG: overslept
CG: This was a fucking mistake.
TG: be right fucking there
CG: Are you sure?
TG: just hang tight for all of five fucking minutes
CG: Because you should have been right fucking here almost half an hour ago.
CG: I've BEEN WAITING FOR FUCKING EVER DONT TELL ME TO HANG ON.
TG: just give me a second
CG: Fine.
TG: *sluggishly pulls himself up out of bed* *pulls on his normal long sleeve shirt and his favorite hoodie, the red one with the little gear on it* *heads into the bathroom to brush his teeth and catches a look at himself in the mirror* *his face is pale and sweaty, and there are bags under his eyes* jesus christ.....*pulls on his shades and heads out the door*
CG: *Karkat is waiting impatiently. He'd already ordered but left his drink suspended, told them to wait until his date arrived. They're giving him pitying looks now and it's making him mad, so he just stares at his phone, trying not to wrinkle the stupid fucking button up he'd worn. This was a bad idea, and he'd known it.*
TG: *at the coffee shop* *rushes inside the door, his hands in his jacket pockets* sup karkat. sorry i was late. shit, i'm tardy like a fucking sloth on the first day of cheetah school. three o fucking clock ding ding school's out bitches and the fucking sloth is still just sitting at home, pulling on his fucking sweater, smiling like the cheeky asshole he is. 'i hope my new friends like my backpack' he sighs wistfully. poor little bastard doesn't even realize there are no friends for him there. by the time he gets there, it's eight o'clock at night. 'wow, i'm right on time. eight on the dot' he says. 'everyone else must be late. shame on them.' a
TG: ((ignore that random "a" it was a typo))
TG: *sits down*
TG: woah
TG: you look nice *smiles* *trying to ignore the way his hands are shaking in side his pockets*
CG: *Gives him an appraising look* You look like shit. Are you alright?
TG: yeah
TG: i know it's not exactly the most date-like attire, but i didn't want to keep you waiting
TG: unfashionably late
TG: i didn't even know that was a thing that existed
TG: *awkward laugh* uh
CG: You're sick.
TG: uh
TG: god damn
TG: i hope not
TG: *awkward laugh*
CG: Dave you're shaking, and you're as white as a fucking sheet. I can hear it in your voice.
CG: Why the fuck would you not just tell me.
TG: shit *pushes up his glasses and rubs his eyes* i dunno
TG: it just kinda happened this morning
TG: like 'ding dong hey there asshole have you heard of bacterial Jesus Christ? convert to our pathogenic religion, where we fuck up assholes of all types. we're not intolerant we hate everyone equally'
TG: shit
TG: is it even morning anymore? i have no idea what time it even is
CG: Fuck. *He stands up from the table, goes to get his coffee, and orders a quick hot chocolate for Dave. He comes back and takes Dave's hand.* I'm taking you back to my place, idiot. Drink this. I already paid.
TG: *his skin is hot to the touch* *reluctantly takes the drink* *sips on it, appreciating it's warmth* 's cool. i don't want y-you catching whatever this shit is. 'sides, striders tough this shit out. no bug can take down a strider.
CG: I'm not going to get sick, my immune system is in fantastic condition fuck you very much, and quite frankly I'm a little offended that you don't want me over.
TG: shit man, it's not like that at all
CG: Then come on. How did you get here? Where is your car?
TG: hell, i'd love for you to chill at my place. i could even dj for you sometime
TG: it
TG: ((what the heck? I wasn't finished with that))
TG: ((ignore the "it"))
CG: [mmk]
TG: *too tired to really argue with him* the shit-mobile is parked over there. *notions to it* *pulls out his keys*
TG: ((sorry if my dave is a little OOC. I'm a tad distracted))
CG: *Snatches his keys from him* I'm driving, and I better not here you complaining.
CG: [Same here. I haven't been RPing Karkat very long.]
TG: ((I really like your Karkat :D))
TG: *just lets him take the keys* *slides into the passenger seat* *head pounding* *pulls his hood all the way up over his eyes*
CG: [Thanks!!! uvu]
CG: *Drives to Daves house, slowly and avoiding any bumps in the road, sending worried glances at him. When the finally arrive he speaks softly, or as softly as he can manage* Dave? Wake the fuck up. We're home.
TG: *soft groan* *arms wrapped around his stomach* i-i'm awake *keeps his hood over his eyes*
CG: *He grunts, but he can feel sympathy rolling in his stomach. He makes his way round the car to help Dave from the passenger seat. He's unbearably warm, and it worries him.* How the fuck did you get sick anyway? *He slams the car door and leads Dave inside the apartment complex, punching the elevator call button a little too hard.*
TG: *shrugs* n-never really had a good immune system
TG: probably j-just wrong place, wrong time type shit
CG: You should take off your sweat shirt, you need to cool down. *They enter the elevator and wait for it to rise. Karkat sighs.* A good date was too much to ask for, the universe just loves for me to be miserable. *He tugs at the cuffs of his button up shirt* I look like a fucking moron.
TG: *exausted smile* dude, you c-cant cool down a strider. they're already the epitome of chill. if you make me any c-cooler, i'll drop beneath absolute zero. cause the second fucking ice age. children o-open their mouths to scream but are f-frozen into ice sculptures of-- *groans* *staggers a bit* *grabs hold of Karkat for support*
Sick!Dave's connection timed out. Please don't quit straight away; they could be back.
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CG: Oh god. Dave are you okay? Do I need to take you to a hospital?
TG: *doesn't really say anything* *just stumbles into the elevator when it opens, gripping the hand rail with both hands for support* *waits for Karkat to join him before punching in the code for his floor* *presses his forehead against the cool elevator wall*
