Summary: Dylan and Kyle talk about prom and basically get caught up with each other since the happenings on the drag cruise.
Takes Place: Sunday night, Nov. 18th 2012. Part of Miniplot VII: Prom.
Fuchsia
.. hey.
Kyle Broflovski
Hey Dylan.
Fuchsia
so you're generally caught up with all this sprc bullshit, yes?
Kyle Broflovski
Hah, well other than the last week or two, I am. Nobody's talked to me since we got turned into kids and back again.
Fuchsia
do you know what's going on with this prom shit?
Kyle Broflovski
I know it's mandatory and you have to have a date, otherwise you'll get detention or B Room or some shit.
Fuchsia
oh wonderful.
so who's fucked?
this guy.
Kyle Broflovski
Why's that?
Fuchsia
because evan isn't going with me.
i know for a fucking fact that he isn't going with me.
Kyle Broflovski
You guys didn't, uhhh... Didn't come back on good terms from the drag cruise, did you...?
Fuchsia
we haven't spoken since i tried to fuckin' kill myself.
.....
you fucking jackass.
Kyle Broflovski
Okay, so maybe I was a little out of line with flirting with Evan. It caused a lot of problems for everybody, not just you...
But I DID help save your life after you tried to off yourself!
Fuchsia
you're fucking going with him?
Kyle Broflovski
So try not to hold it against me...no.
He asked me, but I haven't decided yet.
Fuchsia
...
so you're considering it.
Kyle Broflovski
Only for one reason.
Fuchsia
does this involve eric.
Kyle Broflovski
No. It involves my personal interest of not actually dating anybody here again or ever. He said we could go as a "pretend date" just to not get in trouble. So we wouldn't actually be going together.
Merely appearing to be going together in order to not get in trouble.
Fuchsia
he said pretend date but what he meant was he's going to fuck you after or during the whole prom thing.
Kyle Broflovski
You mean *try to fuck me, right?
Fuchsia
no.
Kyle Broflovski
Because there's a 99% chance I won't let him.
Fuchsia
and there's a 100% chance he's mentioned raping you.
Kyle Broflovski
...You have a point.
Fuchsia
yeah.
i usually do.
but the thing is that people don't generally listen to the one that was fucked in the head before coming here.
Kyle Broflovski
I'm sorry, dude. Jeez, I'll reconsider, okay?
As soon as you messaged me I realized I needed to reconsider so that YOU could go with him..
Fuchsia
i don't know if i fuckin' want to go with him.
he probably won't come near me.
Kyle Broflovski
He sounded pretty mad at you last time, and if you guys haven't spoken since, then that might be for the best right now.
I dunno though...
You've reminded me that Evan can be pretty unpredictable though. I haven't forgotten those several times he's been that way with me.
You're not the only person who's tried to warn me, either....
Fuchsia
.... i'm going to tell you something because we're friends and you have to fucking cross your heart that you aren't going to tell anyone else.
no one.
you can't tell anyone else because i don't know what sort of shit it'd start.
Kyle Broflovski
Wow..uhm, sure. I cross my heart to secrecy, then.
Fuchsia
josh just asked me to go with him.
Kyle Broflovski
Okay. That doesn't sound so bad. Won't that just make Evan jealous?
Fuchsia
no.
i really doubt that.
Well, that's a good thing too, I guess...
Fuchsia
but, no. like.
Kyle Broflovski
Why the secret-keeping then?
Fuchsia
because if eric finds out or if raven or henri or fuckin'
anyone finds out
i have no idea what sort of shit it might spawn.
Kyle Broflovski
Ohhh. Gotcha.
We all have to have a date, though, so it's not like you guys couldn't just tell them all you're going together because you have to, right?
Fuchsia
yeah but like what if i don't want it to be just because we have to
i don't know, never mind, i didn't say anything.
Kyle Broflovski
Oh. That changes things a little bit then...
Fuchsia
i
Kyle Broflovski
Don't worry, dude, I won't tell anybody.
I don't want to start shit anymore than you do.
Fuchsia
good.
Kyle Broflovski
For myself, or you, or anybody. I fucking hate all this drama.
Fuchsia
but i mean i've kissed josh on multiple occasions
can't remember if i was intoxicated or not though
Kyle Broflovski
I remember one time. And yeah, you were...haha
That's sweet. Even though Josh is an asshole sometimes.
Fuchsia
i remember multiple times but there's a big, big chance
that it was one time and my mind is playing it from different points of view
Kyle Broflovski
And you've already asked him to prom, right?
Fuchsia
wait what
i haven't done any asking of any sort
Kyle Broflovski
Did he ask you then??
Fuchsia
.. yeah
Kyle Broflovski
Hah.
Fuchsia
what
Kyle Broflovski
Nothing.
Fuchsia
...
so are you keeping something from me, or
Kyle Broflovski
Just remember that Josh always tends to have an ulterior motive for doing the things he does.
Even though you like him, keep your guard up, okay?
Fuchsia
... yeah.
okay.
Kyle Broflovski
Otherwise, since you're going together and you do like him, you should probably at least TRY to have some fun while you're there.
Even though it is prom, and proms suck ass.
Fuchsia
do they?
Kyle Broflovski
Yeah. Well, mine did anyway....
Fuchsia
....
can i ask something?
Kyle Broflovski
Sure.
Fuchsia
what.. is prom.
Kyle Broflovski
It's basically every high school senior's end-of-the-road party.
Everybody dresses up extremely fancy and attends prom, usually with date.
There's lots of nice food and dancing and it's generally really lame.
Fuchsia
it sounds pointless.
Kyle Broflovski
Oh, it is. But it's an American High School tradition, I suppose, so it happens every year.
Summary: Raven goes to confront Evan on his comments in tumblr; Kyle ends up arriving to try and watch the fight.
Takes Place: Thursday night, August 9th.
Raven
*Raven storms in through the Jeremy room door, standing at the foothold of the doorway. He's clothed on a black t-shirt and ripped jeans, fingerless gloves embroded with spikes at the knuckles. Piercings line on his lip and ears, hair matted down--and his expression is dark, livid.*
Dylan North
-Dylan just sort of looks up from his place on the floor, examines the other once, and then snorts- Oh my god, you look like such a poser.
Raven
*Raven doesn't pay attention to Dylan. Or mention the fact he was the one who often helped dress him back in the day. He's looking directly toward Evan, eyes narrowed, fists gripped as if on fury*
Evan Issac
*Evan's piercing blue eyes connect with Raven's green. His pokerface is pretty much in tow, though his eyes look more venemous than usual* Well, look who decided to show his face. Tired of your fairy tale with Judas and the other lemmings?
Raven
*Raven doesn't speak. He takes, instead, a few steps foreword on makeshift black boots; reaching where Evan's perched and in a flash bringing back a fist and socking him straight to the jaw with a surprising amount of force.*
Dylan North
-He freezes, looking up towards Raven- ..... holy.. shit.
Evan Issac
*the blow causes Evan to fall over on the bed, groaning in pain. His head is reeling and his jaw is bleeding profusely thanks to the spikes on Raven's glove* What the fuck was that? *sounds considerably weaker thanks to his agony*
Dylan North
-Dylan carefully climbs over the bed and heads off to the bathroom in order to grab the proper things to stop the bleeding because unlike Evan, he actually cares-
Raven
That was a reality check. *Raven spat on gritted teeth, standing over the other, still on stern and coarse, looking down on the goth with fire in his eyes.* You think this is all fairy tale lies and living pretty in pink, you asshole slut? Or you think this is the endless cycle it's always been with this fucking conformist bullshit. *He grabs the other roughly, suddenly, on the collar and looks at him, bitter, his voice seething.* I know every last fucking thing about you fuckasses, every last thing. You really think that sad loser of a conformist would fake this? Huh?
Evan Issac
*stares back at Raven, his body rather limp in the other's vicious grasp* The latter, naturally. *he is actually bothered enough to make a small effort of retaliation, and he spits in Raven's face* Whoa there, killer. I think you're getting ahead of yourself. *his voice is sardonic despite his own compromising posiiton*
Dylan North
-comes scrambling back, holding several wet paper towels in his rather tight grip but he refuses to say anything, instead standing on the bed in order to carefully wipe away a bit of the blood despite the fact that the others are still about to kill each other, really-
Raven
*Raven's gaze grows darker and he punches Evan again, in a move of force that would propel the other right back down if he didn't still keep such a grip on his collar.* Yea? Well your little blow up doll is dead, Evan. What? *He mocks, harsh, again on a viscious look,* You sad? You going to cry, Evan? *He throws the boy down, tossing him back against the bed with that same surprise in force, eyes dark as if black, voice harsh.* Get over it. Where I'm from I've always been Raven. And whatever you say, you can accept it or cry in your little fairy tale haven.
Evan Issac
*bleeding even more now thanks to the new hit, Dylan's effort of cleaning him up and stopping the bleeding going completely in vain. Despite his pain, he manages to get some words out* No, no. You're still a little blow up doll. Even as 'Raven,' so be careful not to pop. *his frigid gaze is trained on the other* Well, this isn't where you're from. Where I'm from, you're a conformist lemming. So I'll remain a skeptic. This proves nothing.
Dylan North
-loses his balance as Evan is tossed back onto the bed, successfully falling completely off and slamming his head into the side of the bed. He hisses and curls up, pressing one hand to the throbbing pain in the back of his skull-
Raven
*Raven stares at the other. His gaze is coarse, still hard and cold as ever. He doesn't break away.*... I don't need your fucking conformist bullshit approval. Believe whatever lies you need to to get yourself to sleep at night. *He speaks, level and cold, eyes still fixed on Evan, gaze going oddly apathetic.*
Evan Issac
Oh, that's a lie. You desire my approval, don't you, Raven? Because I created you, didn't I? Molded you in my image. *slowly sits up on the bed, a bloody mess. His gaze connects with Raven's in turn, and he is unafraid, focused on this for now and not tending to poor Dylan on the ground*
Raven
Oh. *He speaks on a dull tone, but it's laced in venom, anger.* Now. You're willing to consider I am from another world. *He studies the other hard, but there are traces of hurt in his gaze, fists gripped still, bloodied, at his side; voice cold once more.*
Dylan North
-Dylan sits up after a moment, taking the wet paper towels and pressing them to the back of his head- ... y-you two should stop...
Kyle Broflovski
*there's a loud knock at their front door*
Evan Issac
I'll be frank: Here, you're known as Raven the abandoner. Or even Stanley Sunshine. If you want to be Raven, you're going to have to not go killer on me. *ignoring Dylan for now* Answer the door, Raven.
Raven
I don't have to want to be anything. I don't give a fuck what you think. *He spoke, voice still short and deadly cold.* I don't answer to bullshit conformist lives, conformist losers. And, you complete fuck. *He tilts his head, eyes still vividly fixed on Evan, expression remaining somewhat apathetic.* I don't do. Whatever the hell I'm told. Like some lemming slave.
Dylan North
-shuts his eyes- Raven, can you please.. answer the door... -already feels a headache coming on-
Raven
*He doesn't reply, still gaze fixed cold and dead on Evan.*
Evan Issac
You could at least numb Fuchsia's pain. Look what you've done, Raven. You're supposed to lash out on the conformists. You're losing sight of the actual enemy. *doubts that Raven's telling the truth, deciding to stick with these tactics for now. He crawls down to the floor and pulls little Dylan into his lap*
Dylan North
-he sighs, leaning back against Evan- ... can you check and see if I'm actually bleeding? I can't even fucking tell...
Kyle Broflovski
*a louder knocking starts up that doesn't stop this time*
Raven
*He sneers slightly.* Oh. Right. I'm the one who lost sight. Yea--sure. Go jump off a cliff, drown in your own blood, you fucking shit. *He turns regardless, shoving open the door on a cold, dead note.* What.
Kyle Broflovski
*Kyle pauses, fist still half raised for another knocking. He clears his throat a bit* Hey. Uh, what's up? *blink blink*
Raven
*His expression is dark, almost nuetral and apathetic.* Judas the whore. Guess I should've known you'd show up.
Kyle Broflovski
*Kyle's brows furrow a bit* I'm not a whore, /Raven/. My name is Kyle. I just...yeah, you said you didn't care whether or not I showed up, and I---*glances over Stan's shoulder, noticing the blood on Evan and Dylan curled up in his lap*---wow. *doesn't look very surprised at all though* Dylan wasn't kidding when I messaged him earlier....
Raven
*glances back to Dylan, eyes narrowing, but says nothing.* Whatever. *He dissmisses, bitter, heading in the direction of his bed without a word*
Evan Issac
*examining Dylan's head* There's a bump but no blood. *says this in a softer tone near the other's ear. His gaze trails up to Judas and Raven* Have you come to collect Killer, Judas? Your dog's entirely rabid. We might have to put him down.
Dylan North
-he nods, nuzzling up against Evan- S'Kyle here...?
Kyle Broflovski
*It takes every ounce of will Kyle has to hold back from laughing at Evan's comment; he manages a soft sniff instead* I just came to check on things. /He/ *nods to Stan* is not mine. *shrugs and awkwardly steps inside to take a seat next to Dylan and Evan*
Evan Issac
Oh. So this dog's a stray? How miserable for him. I'll bet he's just yearning for a master. *Keeps that same sardonic tone going, stroking Dylan's hair and watching Raven*
Raven
Like I'd want a conformist cheerleading whore. *he lays easily on his bed, feet propped, still his tone bitter.* Go pray to your fatass conformist, seemed a lot more interested in your dick, Judas. *He gives a sharp look to Evan at his words, biting down.*
Kyle Broflovski
I dunno, dude. He doesn't talk about my dick /half/ as much as you do. *smirks*
Dylan North
-Dylan sighs- If we're goin' to argue, why are we all in th' same room...?
Kyle Broflovski
*glances at Dylan curiously* Entertainment? That's why I came over in the first place, but it seems like I already missed the show....
Raven
We don't give in to conformist sluts, Dylan. *Says, evenly, gaze still sharp on Evan, ignorning Kyle.*
Dyaln North
... oh. But I don't see any conformist sluts.. -laughs softly, mostly to himself- Mainly b'cause I can't see at all right now...
Evan Issac
I didn't invite Killer. He just stormed the place. And you know the rest, Fuchsia. *cups Dylan's cheek, his spindly fingers petting the other's pale skin*
Kyle Broflovski
*is content to watch Stan, who seems super intent on watching Evan*
Dylan North
-avoids mentioning his current vision problems, instead settling for just nuzzling Evan again-
Raven
*Raven just ignores Dylan, eventually shifting his gaze on a glare, turning to look at Kyle instead.* So what the fuck you want, Judas? A medal?
Kyle Broflovski
No. *blinks innocently at Stan* I just came over to watch you and Evan fuck each other up. Please don't stop on my account. *suddenly bursts into a grin at the end*
Dylan North
-mentally notes that it actually is Kyle and sort of waves in the general direction of his voice-
Raven
*His eyes narrow again, seeming anything but amused.* Get the fuck out.
Evan Issac
I'm really not drunk enough for this noise. *feels too much pain from the two blows he suffered beforehand from Raven. He keeps petting Dylan* Yeah, killer. Chase out our unwelcomed guest. *curious if Stan's going to rebel once he's been ordered*
Raven
*Raven flips Evan off, sharply, but his gaze remains on Kyle, eyes incredibly harsh*
Kyle Broflovski
*ignoring Evan* Naaah, I think I'll hang around. I don't bother Evan with my mere presence nearly as much as I should, and this seems like a nice opportunity. You guys wanna play a boardgame or something? *chuckles sardonically, and also waves back to Dylan, even though he appears not to notice too much at the moment*
Evan Issac
*gets up from the ground, holding Dylan's little frame in his arms bridal style* Proceed with caution, Judas. That's his murder face. *goes to sit with Dylan on the bed, Evan's own face still a bloody mess*
Raven
*Something on a grin twists on Raven's face. It's as if this is a second he's been waiting for, itching on getting out. He gets to his feet, pushing up and off the bed.* A board game? Yea... I have a game for you. *There's a slight flash, a tilt on something silver that comes from his hand; and abruptly he's shoving Kyle up against the wall, pressing his own body against the other boy's as if to pin him there. His eyes look the other over as if a glint in lust, gaze harsh, a knife whipped out and suddenly pressed up against Kyle's throat.* How about I fuck you raw over the tabletop over there as you scream your old boyfriend's name? *He leans in, speaking gently, breathly in his ear* Hell, you conformist slut. Tell you what. I'll even let you make believe it's really him.
[triage room lol] (2:13:24 AM): *watching the entire scene unfold. Honestly, it's a bit of a turn-on to watch Judas suddenly be thrust into such peril, though he believes Raven is likely playing with the other, even though the act is pretty hardcore. He continues to pet Dylan, doing nothing to intervene*
Dylan North
-glances up towards Evan, his empty eyes blinking rapidly for a moment. He leans close to his ear, frowning- What's happening..?
Evan Issac
Oh, nothing of particular interest. *keeps stroking Dylan like he's his cat, avoiding causing the other more pain since he knows how the other can be a slave to his many emotions*
Kyle Broflovski
*Kyle probably wouldn't have heeded Evan's warning regardless, but the knife was definitely unexpected and something to take heed of... Adrenaline - as well as even a little bit of pleasure - shoots through Kyle as he is suddenly pinned flush against the wall behind him. It takes a second for everything Stan just said to settle in* Dude. Seriously? Put your toy away. That's not funny... *Doesn't struggle or anything, but his heart is beating like a hummingbirds'*
Raven
*He bites on a twisted grin.* Not funny? *He seethes, a bit of malice in his voice as he presses the knife in harder, a sliver of blood blooming on Kyle's neck.* Oh. Oh no. This isn't where it gets funny. We'll get to that part though, don't even worry your conformist little head, Judas.
Kyle Broflovski
*Instinctively tries to pull away from the knife, even as he's cut by it* /Dude/. That fucking hurts. Stop it. *tests the waters a bit by attempting to pull his arms free*
Dylan North
-he sighs and sort of nods a bit, going back to clinging to Evan, rubbing at his eyes a bit with one hand.-
Raven
*Raven seems just to thrive on the words, still his grin in place; pressing a bit harder, enough to sting even more, as Kyle tries to pull free.* Ah ah ah, not just yet. First I want you to beg.
Evan Issac
*continues to watch, gaze intent the entire time*
Kyle Broflovski
*rolls his eyes, and says as melodramatically and toneless as possible:* Please, oh please, fearsome Raven, let me go, blah blah, you're hurting me, please please, blah blah blah. *tilts his head a bit more forward to get a good, deep look into Stan's eyes, in turn pushing the knife even closer so that it not only stings but genuinely hurts this time, more blood trickling down his neck. He doesn't say anything else.*
Raven
*He gives a harsh laugh.* Ooooh? The whore's got a little spirit. *Raven's grin is oddly wild, but increasingly bitter the longer he looks at the other; raising a hand and backhanding the other, hard enough to throw Kyle staight to the ground.*
Kyle Broflovski
*Kyle wasn't expecting that, and to his surprise it /hurt/. Like, not just physically - Stan had struck a chord within him as well as his face. Though he quickly pushes himself back up off the floor a bit with one arm, using the back of his other free hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, tasting blood already* Fuck.... *he mumbles*
Raven
*Without delay, Raven kicks Kyle, roughly, in the stomach, eyes, rather frighteningly, going cold.*
Evan Issac
*starts clapping his hands in a slow and somewhat cryptic way, as if he were pleased with the show that's happening before him, eyes trained on the scene*
Dylan North
-begins to shake a bit, curling up tightly enough in Evan's arms to cover his ears, submerging himself in darkness.-
Kyle Broflovski
*Kyle actually sees that kick coming and rolls out of the way, growling* The fuck dude! Lay off!
Raven
*He looks on another slight grin.* Ooooh. Poor baby. You miss your old Stanley boyfriend, Judas whore? *He stands there, sillotted slightly on the bitter grin, eyes rather dead as he openly mocks.* Afraid he went and got himself killed in this conformist hellhole? Sorry, little whore. I'm not here to clean up your baby mess.
Evan Issac
Miss Stanley Sunshine doesn't roll over and die easily. Trust me, I know. *odly remembering Stan's whole pep talk after he told Evan to kill himself and then when he tried to take it back. His arms are draped loosely around Dylan, and it seems Evan may be becoming less entertained with the show*
Raven
*He snorts.* Oh really. *Doesn't look at Evan.* I somehow doubt that. A loser asshole like that? I bet he rolled over and died like a dog.
Evan Issac
Now, now. Remember: You're the dog. *the words are said firm and biting*
Dylan North
-continues to ignore the world, wishing that he could force himself into unconsciousness-
Kyle Broflovski
*Gets to his feet, face a mess in more ways than one. It hadn't occured to him that Stan might actually have /died/ and this was his new replacement-Stan--/Raven/... Kyle can't keep some of the worry and anxiety from showing on his slightly bloody features.*
Raven
*gaze narrows on Evan, but he doesn't say anything. He seems still fairly pissed off, eyes settling on the other goth, stiff and still. In a moment, he sideglances back toward Kyle in a pause, seemingly thrown out of his mood.*...whatever.
Evan Issac
Judas, you look like you've seen a ghost. Pining for your sunshine? *keeps petting his clearly distressed lover as he watches Raven and Kyle* Just look into this one's eyes or some noise. Whatever Disney feeds you.
Raven
*looks back on Evan, gaze mingling in cold but confused, as if drawn back by the suggestion*
Evan Issac
*just looks like he's decided somehing, staring back intently into Raven's gaze. He does not share, however* All done with your killing spree?
Kyle Broflovski
I'll pass. He's right, it's not the same. Not in the least. *rubs his mouth again, sucking on his bottom lip, as he makes his way to the door*
Dylan North
-sits up after a moment, turning his head towards where he assumes Raven and/or Kyle is which is actually, in fact, completely wrong on both accounts-
Evan Issac
*turns Dylan's head in the only direction it needs to be and plants a kiss on the other's lips to placate him*
Raven
*He snorts at Evan's words, still looking at the goth* Whatever. *Another glance at Kyle.* Yea? About time. My name's Raven, Judas, whatever you thought about your fairy tale prince I'm not him. How about you go back to your fairy tale dream and cry yourself to sleep over his corpse. *In that bitter note he turns, heading back to his bed; slipping the knife back onto a belt beneath his shirt.*
Dylan North
-sighs, kissing back softly for a moment before leaning away- .. What just happened. -turns his head towards Raven's voice-
Evan Issac
Nothing particularly relevant. Don't concern yourself with lower lifeforms, Fuchsia. *continues his petting, ignoring Raven and Kyle for the moment*
Kyle Broflovski
*Kyle almost goes after him. He turns, fists clenched, like he's going to--but he sees the knife being put away and suddenly lets his burst of anger fade. Defending his honor to this loser isn't worth getting himself hurt or killed. He frowns, looking confused and forlorn and still just a little angry, but he sighs and shakes his head* I hope you enjoy your time here at SPRC then, /Raven/. It's not fun, even by your fucked up standards... *he sighs again and mumbles* See you guys later, *as he opens the door and then closes it behind him, leaving the goths to themselves*
Dylan North
-nods a bit, frowning- ... it kinda sucks not being able t'see. I didn't think it would be that bad, but.. -just kind of pouts-
Raven
It was nothing, Dylan. *Voice somewhat stiff, but even and a little less bitter or frustrated when addressing Dylan. Why the fuck did Kyle-Judas-make him feel this way? Fucking conformist. He lay back on his bed, looking off as the door shut behind the redhead, expression more over blank.*
Evan Issac
Yeah, you just missed more of a rampage. *lays back on the bed with Dylan, continuing to pet him, not bothering to clean up the dried blood on his own face* It was hardcore, but you do more hardcore shit on a regular basis.
Dylan North
.. raven. Can you hand me those paper towels on the floor... -nuzzles Evan lightly-
Raven
*Raven ignores Evan, but reaches for the paper towels.* Yea. Sure, whatever, Dylan. *And tosses them over to the pair.*
Dylan North
-He takes hold of them, using his other hand to find Evan's face properly. He sighs and carefully begins to wipe at the blood, frowning- Didn't get to do this before.
Evan Issac
I really don't care. You don't have to. *ruffles up Dylan's hair*
Dylan North
-shrugs a bit- Too late.
Raven
*Raven on the other hand flips a pack of cigerettes from his pocket, seeming to not pay too much heed to the two. He taps it against his other hand a few good times to pack it before flipping out a cigerette*
Evan Issac
*just lets Dylan clean him up, not really having any energy to protest. He idly watches his face and sees Raven out of the corner of his eye*
Dylan North
.. You realize that I'd do this all the time for you, right? If we were to get out of here, no matter what, I-- -cuts himself off, suddenly remembering that it's not just the two of them anymore. He shakes his head- .. Nevermind.
Raven
*lights it up, taking a good breath of smoke, seemingly idly ignoring the two as he takes out his phone, flipping it open.*
Evan Issac
*the caring words honestly make Evan somewhat uncomfortable, for he knows he's undeserving of that, as well as this kind of treatment* ...You'd waste time with me?
Raven
*gets up off the bed without a word, pushing off as he scrolls through "Stanley's" old phone, balancing the cigerette in between his teeth as he instead heads to the door.*
Dylan North
-bites his lip, unable to think of any way to phrase it properly- ... it's conformist. Forget I said anything.
Evan Issac
*shrugs his shoulders* I think I know your angle regardless. *lets Raven go without saying anything*
Dylan North
And it's stupid. -sets the paper towels aside, going back to clinging onto Evan- ... tired yet?
Raven
*Raven honestly doesn't appear as if he cares either way on Dylan and Evan, or maybe as if he's used to it; pushing through the door without bothering to shut it behind him. He flips through the phone, giving off another pool of smoke from his lips, holding the cigerette now with his other hand.*
Kyle Broflovski
*as soon as Kyle had left, he hadn't made it farther than three steps down from the door before he simply collapsed and buried his head in his knees, holding his head and silently shedding the tears of facing his worst nightmare having become some sort of warped reality. Stan was really gone now. Whoever the hell this guy was, he wasn't anything like any Stan Kyle had ever met... The other Stan might still be here, but they hadn't been able to break into HQ yet; why the hell could they do it now? It was futile. Everything was so futile.... Presently, his tears have stopped, but the pain is still stark and fresh on his face, still buried in his arms and on his knees, even after he hears the door open behind him*
Raven
*Raven pauses, just at the foot of the stairs, taking another long drag of his cigerette. He lets out a bout of smoke, slipping between his teeth, eyes settling on the boy just below him. Eventually he speaks, voice calm.* What are you doing.
Evan Issac
Yeah... *pulls Dylan to lay down on top of him* WIll you sleep tonight?
Dylan North
Already surrounded by darkness, should be easy.
Kyle Broflovski
*Kyle wipes his eyes with his jacket sleeve - the white Fingerbang jacket, his new favorite that he practically never takes off - and grumbles* None of your damn business...
Evan Issac
*kisses Dylan in a surprisingly soft way before settling in, shutting his eyes*
Dylan North
-returns the kiss gently, cuddling up as close to him as he could get-
Raven
*He doesn't seemed peturbed. If anything, he just takes another drag of his cigerette before slipping to sit, knees apart, next to Kyle on the step with a dull tone. He smirks, dryly.* Uhuh. Well, Judas, whore. Some kind of fucked up world I landed in. Wizard of Oz conformist bullshit.
Kyle Broflovski
*Kyle turns his eyes to Sta--/Raven/--and openly shows him a glimpse into his wounded, red-rimmed gaze* Yeah. It's pretty fucked up, all right... I can't even keep...my thoughts straight. */Especially while I'm looking at you right now.../ he thought bitterly* Everything seems to change in the blink of an eye.
Raven
*He took another long drag, lazily, letting it sift out through his nostrils for a second as he looked dully at the red head. And in another second, Raven dug in his pocket, gently pulling out a wad of crumpled paper. After a second, with dead eyes staring at it, he held it out, using his other gloved hand to take Kyle's and pull it up before depositing the paper flatly in the other boy's palm.* ...We all live in a conformist lie. Nothing gets to stay the same.
Kyle Broflovski
*Kyle stares at the piece of paper blankly for a few seconds before opening it without bothering to ask what it is, reading its contents silently*
Raven
*Raven watches the other closely, idly, not saying a word. It turns out to be an old journal entry of Stan's, the conformist loser who had stepped foot in this world long before Raven.*
Kyle Broflovski
*Kyle's expressions range from hesitance at the start, to frustration in the middle, to a melancholy happiness near the end... But finally he settles in on the sadness he'd felt before he even opened up that journal entry. There wasn't much of anything in it that he didn't already know, of course. But it...was a lot. To be reminded of how truly happy he and Stan had been, even before everything started to get complicated. To read about a time when the most Stan wanted out of his life here....was for Kyle to be happy and free from any sort of oppression. He suddenly chokes on a sob, crumpling the paper a bit as he clutches it close to his chest, not even caring that Raven is watching anymore...*
Raven
*Raven continues to watch idly, expression still fairly blank. He lets the ash gather on his cigerette as he looks to the other boy.* Conformist fag really must've liked you. *He speaks as if the entry hadn't made it obvious, voice level.*
Kyle Broflovski
*Kyle nods weakly* y-yeah... I'd hoped he did, anyway... We were s'posed to talk about all this stuff...before he left... *He takes in a deep, shaky breath, looking back at Raven* Are you /sure/ you're not him? *his voice is almost pleading, borderline desperate* They didn't just...brainwash you, or something?
Raven
*Raven stares at the other, the burn on his cigerette slowing, a clump of ash gathering at its end. Eventually he taps it against the air, letting the ash break off to the ground before bringing the cigerette back to his lips and looking off in front of him.* ...I'm Raven. Sorry Broflovski.
Kyle Broflovski
*Kyle isn't convinced. His mind is still on that time from the journal entry - when they'd been transported to the 1800s and all of the drama that had ensued: saloons, camping, getting kidnapped by bandits, real live /gunfights/.... It was one said gunfight that reminded Kyle of something that would tell him for sure whether or not this was Raven-from-another-universe or simply Brainwashed-Stan.* Your scars... *he murmurs, scooting closer to Raven and grabbing the hem of his shirt* Let me see your shoulder--
Raven
What--*Suddenly, his tone dipped to annoyed, grabbing his shirt to keep the other from prying it off,* What the fuck do you think you're doing, fag.
Kyle Broflovski
*glares at Raven impatiently, sniffling away the remnants of his sadness in lieu of this sudden streak of hope* I need to see your shoulder, dude. When we got lost in the 1800s timeline you and I were both injured during a gunfight. I have a scar on my thigh, and you have at least one that I know of on your shoulder that you got trying to protect me. If you have that scar, then you're not Raven. *Has a determined glint in his green eyes now*
Raven
*Raven looks at the other, as if slight on disgust.* What. Judas. You're being desperate. Clinging to a conformist lie. *He attempts on shoving the other off from grabbing his shirt.*
Kyle Broflovski
So what if I am? *glares and just scoots back even closer to Raven after being shoved, grabbing his arm this time with both hands* If you're still Stan, then somewhere deep in your brainwashed mind you are just as desperately hoping that I cling to this lie! Stan didn't give up on me, and I'm not going to give up on him. */Not yet, anyway/ he thought stubbornly*
Raven
*Raven sneers before falling back as Kyle made to grab his arm, attempting on wrestling away from the redhead.* What the fuck is your problem, Judas. Get the hell away from me. I'm not your fucking princess boyfriend wannabe--*He grits, still attempting to push the other off of him*
Kyle Broflovski
*Kyle swiftly reaches for Raven's knife, having seen exactly where he keeps it earlier, and throws it as far as he can out into the darkness of the yard in front of Jeremy House...and now that that's out of the way, he goes to fighting to get the other boy's shirt up and over his head for reals* I don't believe you! Prove that you're not him!
Raven
What--you conformist little bitch--*Raven yelps, making a wild grab for the knife as it's ripped away from him and tossed aside into the yard. He grunts, looking angry and alarmed, struggling to keep his shirt down and shove Kyle off simultaniously*
Kyle Broflovski
*Kyle /refuses/ to let up, knowing this might be his one and only chance to find out, so he continues to struggle against Raven* What are you afraid of, then? Why don't you just show me?! *he growls* Are /you/ scared to find proof that you're the Stan that Evan and I both think you are? If you're so fucking sure of yourself, just take off your damn shirt!
Raven
What? Are you some kind of fucking idiot?? Get the fuck off of me, you conformost fag--*He growls, wrestling with the other while on his back to keep his shirt on flat on the cement of the stairs, half inside the dorm while glaring, gaze incredibly biting and livid. Albeit despite his efforts, eventually the shirt is pulled up, but Raven fights every second on it; eventually pulling his fist back to try and land a solid punch into Kyle's face. Regardless, his shirt at this point is half off, enough to show the deep grotesque scarring along his shoulder.*
Kyle Broflovski
*Kyle is stunned, not expecting to see what is very obviously there, and also not expecting to just let himself get punched square in the face like that - but his shock runs so deep that he barely even feels it. He stops his movements immediately, everything going slack*
Raven
*Raven, clearly pissed off, shrugs his shirt back on, sitting up; hair a messm giving a fierce glare at the other boy as he regains himself.* What the fuck is wrong with you, Judas. *He shoots at the other, the words biting, not even bothering on paying attention to if the redhead is alright.* So desperate in your little Disney lies? Go fuck yourself, I hope your loser pathetic boyfriend really is dead. *He pushes to his feet, still looking somewhat frazled, flustered and heated on cold anger*
Kyle Broflovski
*Kyle shakes his head, Stan's words somewhat bringing his focus back. He says softly* You don't mean that. You can't mean that. He's you... Those scars are there, Stan. *He warily gets to his feet as well, stepping away from Stan several feet, walking down some of the steps to add to the distance between them, but eyes still focused solely on his friend* You can go see for yourself, if you want. It might help you remember something...
Raven
*Raven looks over, disgusted, as if Kyle is in reality too pathetic for him to handle, eyes growing darker on the other boy.* ...You are something fucking else, Judas. I mean, just, seriously fucking desperate, aren't you? Snow White waiting for his prince to come? Well guess what. You conformist fuck, I got those scars from fights. Back to back with the other goths. *He deadpanned, angry and cold, at the other, standing there and looking down on the redhead, gaze still harsh and somewhat disgusted; still looking a bit frazled, hair sticking up slightly from the struggle.*
Kyle Broflovski
*Kyle shrugs, letting the insults roll right off his shoulders. His voice is quiet but clear when he speaks* I don't expect you to understand how difficult this is for me, right now. So go ahead - throw it right back in my face. If it helps you, I'll take it. For a while anyway... *He gives Stan a rather helpless expression* I wish I could make you get it, but I-- *he pauses* ...I need to sleep on this, I think.. *shrugs again*
Raven
*Raven, for all intent and purposes, doesn't look like he gets it. In fact he has a look of slight annoyance on his dark gaze, still eyes fixed on the other.* Yea? Newsflash you conformist whore, I don't care. Life is pain. Get over your fucking fairy tale lies and leave me alone.
Kyle Broflovski
*Kyle shakes his head as he turns his back to Stan and starts toward his dorm with a heavy heart. There is so much on his mind that he can barely even comprehend it all. He carefully folds up Stan's journal entry and slips it into his jacket pocket, holding it in his hand the entire way back.*
Summary: In need of some cheering up, Dylan summons a group of late night vagabonds to "talk things over" in a chat room. Unfortunately, they aren't the best crowd for the job. Contains tragedy, the death of a ferret, feelings, "hot gossip" and possibly a small amount of actual consolation.
Takes place: Wednesday night, June 27th to 28th.
Stan Marsh
Dude, what the hell.
Fuchsia
... hello stan
Stan Marsh
Dylan...
uh....hey dude.
Josh Myers
Gentlemen 8] Is something the matter?
Stan Marsh
ah great, Josh.
Fuchsia
bored.
you two are the only ones i can handle talking to right now.
Stan Marsh
Well...that's. Flattering.
what happened...?
Fuchsia
depends on what you're referring to.
Josh Myers
We also appear to be some of the only few online at the moment.
Stan Marsh
right...well, what's happened to make you feel...down?
Josh Myers
Yes, if you would be willing to explain yourself. One can only assume this has something to do with recent... tragedies?
henrietta biggle
ugh what is this i was just about to fall asleep
dylan?
Fuchsia
one can only assume that josh is correct and that's all i'm going to say on the matter.
Stan Marsh
…uh, right.
Fuchsia
if i hadn't woken up numb, maybe i'd say more.
Josh Myers
Chimere? I've already offered to share that cat of mine.
Fuchsia
i don't want your cat thanks.
Josh Myers
He's a perfectly sane and sanitary animal. A good companion. They're easily replaced.
Fuchsia
…
okay, thanks for that.
Stan Marsh
easily replaced?
josh you really know how to give a pep talk.
henrietta biggle
so lost right now. red you chose a great group of people to cheer you up if you wanted me to bring coffee over and talk i would have in a heartbeat
Fuchsia
i would have gone with that if i could handle human contact right now but at this point in time i don't think it would do any good.
Stan Marsh
dude.
you know man, that would probably be better for you then this.
what about evan?
Fuchsia
what about evan.
Stan Marsh
well, sort of...assumed he would be with you
Josh Myers
I'm partly expecting you to be keeping to yourself in your little hideout, wherever that may be. Are you, North? Are you hiding?
Fuchsia
classified.
Josh Myers
Then I shall take that as a yes.
Fuchsia
take it as whatever you want.
henrietta biggle
it's red's business
you know dylan i've never had to deal with the death of a pet before so i'm not the one with the greatest advice here
Fuchsia
i don't care.
Stan Marsh
great...right, okay.
dude, not sure exactly what you even want
Fuchsia
never mind, this was a bullshit idea.
Stan Marsh
man, that's not...what I mean
I just mean, we can't really help
henrietta biggle
hey i'm willing to help here you don't need to be a dick about it
Stan Marsh
if you're not going to say anything
Josh Myers
You want attention, and the knowledge that others care about your loss as much as you do. You messaged the three of us with the intention of talking it out, talking it over, talking until you've figured everything out for yourself. You see, Dylan, you don't actually need us, but you want our company. Is that it?
Fuchsia
.... essentially, yes.
Josh Myers
He speaks! What do you plan to do now, Mr. North? Do you plan on talking to us for the sake of having company as you initially desired?
Stan Marsh
Josh, man...
Fuchsia
does it matter what i plan on doing, tp? i know what you're wanting, if anything. you want me to spill, so i'll just spill that i am completely dead inside, my mind isn't working properly. i can't think anymore. i don't even have fucking tears or any of that pathetic bullshit. i'm just empty.
she fucking left me.
Stan Marsh
chimera?
Fuchsia
yes.
henrietta biggle
she didn't leave you red a ferret can't choose to leave a person purposefully that's just life.
snap out of it. please? that was completely hypocritical of me to say, um.
Fuchsia
yeah.
okay. i'll just snap out of it.
because i can do that.
Stan Marsh
dude, she's just looking out for you.
Josh Myers
8]
henrietta biggle
there's beauty in death you could think of it as a lesson? i have no idea what i'm saying but it wasn't chimere that chose to die and there's no butthole of a god up there to cast death upon her.
you could think of this as realizing how much she meant to you. idk
Fuchsia
i already knew how much she meant to me, henri.
Stan Marsh
well. I'll go ahead and disagree with henri
but it does suck. I've lost pets before, dude
and yea I can't compare exactly
all I can suggest is talking it out and holding on
it gets better.
henrietta biggle
i was going to say something mean but now is not the time for that
Josh Myers
I don't quite understand how others deal with losing a pet by grieving.
Stan Marsh
well, josh
there's a lot you don't understand.
Fuchsia
i don't understand how others deal with losing a pet in general, to be honest. i've never done that.
Stan Marsh
it's hard, dude.
but...it's something you have to go through.
she was lucky to have an owner like you.
Josh Myers
Were you in love with this animal? Is that why it hurts to... "let go?"
Fuchsia
…i'm not sure what you mean, josh
Stan Marsh
Josh.
dude.
he means did you have actual emotion for the animal
just, dylan, ignore him
Fuchsia
obviously.
Josh Myers
I can respect that others can feel empty after losing someone, and I can almost fathom why, but I myself have dealt with loss as well. I honestly do not understand the emotions involved seeing as how I cannot feel them myself.
henrietta biggle
ugh who let this guy in here?
Stan Marsh
…it's...myers, it's fine. just dude, not exactly the best thing to ask someone who's just lost something.
Fuchsia
this is the second time this has happened to me. i suppose i should just be thankful it wasn't brutal.
Josh Myers
And what if, by explaining to me, Mr. North also begins to understand for himself?
Stan Marsh
it doesn't.
dylan ignore him.
Josh Myers
Oh! When was the first time?
Fuchsia
.. i'm not answering that.
Stan Marsh
augh man.
Josh Myers
Perhaps some other time.
Fuchsia
no.
that is one thing i am not telling you.
Josh Myers
I won't leave the matter alone, you know. I have to pursue the facts.
Stan Marsh
yea...
henrietta biggle
ugh it's red's business i've already told you
Stan Marsh
dylan next time you want company
how about not inviting myers
Fuchsia
my mother killed her. how about that, tp. happy now? does it really fucking help to know a useless fact like that?
when i was, like, six or something, i had a ferret
and my mother killed her.
Josh Myers
…You've told me this before. I'm just now remembering.
Fuchsia
yes.
henrietta biggle
damn
Fuchsia
this is why i would have prefered not to mention it.
henrietta biggle
dylan i don't think this chat is helping you at all
Fuchsia
yeah i noticed that
Stan Marsh
I'm sorry, dude.
Fuchsia
fuck it, whatever.
henrietta biggle
do you want me to run and grab you some coffee? we don't need to talk or anything because obviously that isn't helping i'll bring you some regardless
Fuchsia
henri
i'm fine
Stan Marsh
maybe you should let her, dude
Fuchsia
coffee isn't going to do anything unless you want me to start crying again because it's late and that will happen.
henrietta biggle
what else can i do for you though
Fuchsia
i have no idea.
Stan Marsh
it might be good to have her go over there, dude.
Fuchsia
and what does the wonderful tp have to say about this.
come on, i know you've got something.
you always do.
Josh Myers
The fact that you're choosing to single me out was interesting. Unexpected, even.
Fuchsia
…that's a new one. sort of
Josh Myers
I am yet to figure out just what it is that you want. Only your subconscious will be able to answer that question; the answer is right in front of you, North, you simply need to /ask yourself/ what you need to get yourself out of this "funk." And if what you need involves any of the three of us, by all means, tell us!
Fuchsia
... right
Josh Myers
/ARE YOU ASKING?/
Fuchsia
uhm.
Stan Marsh
uh...
Fuchsia
…josh are you okay, or
Stan Marsh
yea, dylan, maybe you should get some sleep
and he seems fine to me
basically how he always is anyways
Fuchsia
maybe to you
what am i, uhh.. asking again
Josh Myers
No. Mr. North needs to understand what he truly needs in order to cheer himself up.
Stan Marsh
he needs to mourn, dude.
Fuchsia
i think mr. north needs to die, but that's just my opinion here.
henrietta biggle
i'm with stan on this one and red that's kind of selfish of you to say don't you think i mean, other people need you around.
Fuchsia
no
henrietta biggle
dylan...
Stan Marsh
dylan
this isn't a game, dude
Fuchsia
yeah, i know
Stan Marsh
and people here do need you. look, we all need each other in this entire thing.
Fuchsia
stan, answer something for me.
Stan Marsh
....yea?
Fuchsia
am i helping anyone by being here.
am i doing anything of value.
Stan Marsh
yea, actually
you are
first off
I know kyle considers you a good friend
remember when he went nuts? Well...yea that. Didn't end well
but in part if was because he was angry about you
and he still is
and, evan, I mean fuck him but
still
henrietta biggle
i know i'd be drowning in alcohol vomit and misery without you just saying
Stan Marsh
and there, henrietta, well, you guys probably grew up together
at least if it's anything like my world
and I mean...I consider you kind of a friend
we were roommates
Josh Myers
This is touching.
Stan Marsh
josh is just
Fuchsia
josh, i swear to fuck.
Stan Marsh
well kind of a pychopath
so really he doesn't probably mean anything by that
Fuchsia
oh, i know.
Stan Marsh
my point is
dude, people need you around
Josh Myers
We are all allies here.
Fuchsia
stan, i'm not doing anything of value. i'm not helping us get out. i'm not participating in any of this bullshit people think up.
i'm fucking hiding.
Stan Marsh
yea
because you lost your pet
it's understandable, dude
sometimes we need things like that
to get by
especially in a place like this.
Josh Myers
I know that I've found you useful for one thing or another, and you've, well, found me useful for your expression of hormones.
Stan Marsh
forgot how much I missed you josh.
but dude, seriously, ignore josh and listen to us.
Josh Myers
And North, each person chooses to deal with the circumstances that we are all faced with in different ways. If hiding is your method, then so be it.
Stan, I am offended. I have enlightenment to convey.
Stan Marsh
ah yea.
“enlightenment."
I can see that, dude. it's very inspiring.
henrietta biggle
hah what a load of sarcasm that was
Josh Myers
Dylan, do you recall what I was said to you after I had spent a few days in detention. Do you remember that conversation?
Fuchsia
... yeah.
Josh Myers
At that point in time I honestly needed another person to talk with. Between a rock and a hard place, as they say. And I would like to thank you now for showing an ounce of concern.
You see, a person's words are valuable; they are influential on their peers.
Also I have about 50 pages of notes written about you that would not matter if you were to die. So there. Words of wisdom and enlightenment.
Fuchsia
…
Stan Marsh
....Josh.
Were you just trying to be heartfelt.
Fuchsia
i want to read those.
someday you should let me read those.
Josh Myers
I have trouble with the "heartfelt."
Fuchsia
i noticed.
you tried.
Stan Marsh
no kidding
but still.
henrietta biggle
wow.
i was just starting to brew a pot of coffee and i return to this whatever this is
Fuchsia
…i'm not sure what this is but i feel a bit better.
Stan Marsh
huh wow.
nice job, myers.
Josh Myers
Mission success.
Fuchsia
... wait were you actually trying to make me feel better?
Stan Marsh
I think he was.
Fuchsia
…
huh.
Josh Myers
You were being difficult. That was my plan B.
henrietta biggle
i'm lost again
Fuchsia
josh was trying to help without knowing how to.
henrietta biggle
i got that part now are you going to accept any of this coffee that i brewed or not?
Fuchsia
can i request something, or
henrietta biggle
do you want your coffee made a certain way or something is that what you mean by request?
Fuchsia
not exactly
personally i don't care when it comes to coffee
henrietta biggle
sugar it is.
i'll find out wherever your classified place is and bring this to you red, until then chat amongst yourselves d-bags
Stan Marsh
right.
Fuchsia
... so. uh.
stan?
Stan Marsh
Er, yea?
Fuchsia
come back
sometime
if you want
Stan Marsh
.....what?
Josh Myers
To our dorm, you mean?
Fuchsia
yeah.
Stan Marsh
.....uh.
thanks man, but....you know you can just
come and visit me right
Fuchsia
you know that isn't the same.
Josh Myers
I had a nice visit with him at Sizzler's the other night.
Stan Marsh
hah yea nice
Josh Myers
No, it isn't the same. The environment is altered. What Dylan wants is for late night pillow talk and easy access to vodka. Am I correct?
Fuchsia
well i mean there was also that one time he actually got me to sleep without evan. so....
Josh Myers
…Whoa.
Stan Marsh
…it wasn't that bad.
the dorm, I mean.
Fuchsia
it would.. be nice to have you around more, i suppose
that's what i'm saying.
Stan Marsh
uh, well
thanks dude
I wouldn't mind hanging out. And, like I said, I know kyle wouldn't either
but you know, I've already kind of moved in here
honestly
I thought you'd be pretty happy about having an actual bed
Fuchsia
i still sleep in evan's bed whether he's there or not
Stan Marsh
Oh
uh, well...right.
Fuchsia
…yeah it's kind of pathetic
Josh Myers
This is true.
Stan Marsh
er, no
nah dude
I'm just surprised
so uh, no one uses the old bed?
geez.
Josh Myers
The cat does.
Fuchsia
…
Stan Marsh
oh well then.
Josh Myers
Made himself nice and comfortable.
Fuchsia
…yes
but we could easily kick him off
because from what i've learned, cats don't give a shit.
Stan Marsh
actually I'm pretty sure it's the opposite
Fuchsia
…i prefer you to the cat.
Stan Marsh
well, I appreciate it.
not that it's a...bad cat, Josh.
Josh Myers
Again, I say. This is touching.
Marsh, I understand that you've only been acquainted with CC for so long, but like all cats he is, in reality, a vile beast.
Fuchsia
…yep.
Stan Marsh
dude
I lived with you guys for months
yea he can be pretty...
uh.
well, he's a cat.
Josh Myers
The closest individual that I have to a business partner. And Dylan, the offer still stands, you may have him if you would like.
Fuchsia
josh, i've woken up to that cat sitting on my face.
no thanks.
Stan Marsh
I've had that happen before
Josh Myers
It's a sign of affection!
Fuchsia
right. is chewing on my hair a sign of affection.
Stan Marsh
uh, probably.
Josh Myers
You have interesting hair, Mr. North, I wouldn't be surprised if he was curious.
Fuchsia
speaking of that, i need to ask henri to help me do something soon.
Stan Marsh
yea....?
Fuchsia
the point of this conversation stan
is that you should come back
and take the spot from the cat
Stan Marsh
ah yea of course. but...sorry dude.
honestly, I'm pretty happy here
Josh Myers
Yes. The cat should not be an equal to a human.
Stan Marsh
well that's touching of you to say, myers.
Josh Myers
I've been on a roll tonight, Stan, if you haven't previously noticed 8]
henrietta biggle
i'm back and i'm sleeping unless anyone needs me and by anyone i mean red.
Fuchsia
thank you for the coffee by the way
henrietta biggle
your hiding spot wasn't very classified by the way.
Josh Myers
Where is it?
Stan Marsh
don't tell him.
Fuchsia
nope.
henri already basically knew.
Josh Myers
Where is it, Biggle?
henrietta biggle
sorry. sleeping.
Stan Marsh
Well, should drive josh pretty crazy
Fuchsia
yep.
it really isn't that hidden
people are just really unobservant.
Josh Myers
False. I am the most observant fella here, and I will tell you now that I will find it soon.
Stan Marsh
sure dude.
Fuchsia
i bet he will, yeah.
Josh Myers
I am positioned on top of the Erotic Bakery, am I anywhere nearby?
Fuchsia
i don't know where that is.
Stan Marsh
oh dude what
Josh Myers
Hm.
Fuchsia
hang on
if you were to go to the community center you would probably find it
Josh Myers
Yes. Thank you.
henrietta biggle
are you directing him to where it is, really
Fuchsia
honestly i don't care.
he's going to find out anyway.
Stan Marsh
…well. You never know man
henrietta biggle
right...
Josh Myers
Are you questioning my abilities, Marsh?
Stan Marsh
I don't know, dude. Dylan's had this hide out for a while now.
Josh Myers
8]
Fuchsia
eh. you'll probably be here soon, huh
Josh Myers
I would only like to confirm the location of this hiding place. Hm. I believe I have spotted it.
Stan Marsh
great.
Fuchsia
probably
honestly i don't even care
i'll just move soon
good job though, josh.
clapping.
Stan Marsh
to be fair, dude you kind of helped him out
Fuchsia
yeah, i know
henrietta biggle
wow um, i am mildly disturbed and if no one needs me then i am out of here for good so good luck with lecter kid, red don't let him eat you or anything awful like that
and i guess uh goodnight i don't know.
Fuchsia
henri
don't let him eat you in your sleep
Stan Marsh
right.
wasn't aware josh did that.
Fuchsia
and you didn't know i bite.
Stan Marsh
I didn't, that's true.
night henrietta.
henrietta biggle
that's what hannibal lecter does isn't it
Josh Myers
8]
Stan Marsh
oh, yea true.
Josh Myers
Found you! Now to write the coordinates down, and... I'll be on my way.
Fuchsia
oh okay.
that's probably a waste of time.
Stan Marsh
ah, right. so josh now knows your hideout.
you feeling any better, dylan...?
Fuchsia
sorry, coffee.
what?
Stan Marsh
Uh...You feeling any better?
Fuchsia
you could say that.
Stan Marsh
right, good.
in that case, dude
I think I'll be heading to bed
I have to clean up Sizzlers tomorrow before we open
Fuchsia
that sounds so fun.
Stan Marsh
ah yea. tons of fun.
Fuchsia
you ever wanna, like.. hang out or something...
yeah, i dunno.
Stan Marsh
uh yea, sure
sure dude. I'll ask kyle, maybe we can all hang out.
Fuchsia
…yeah. okay
Stan Marsh
er
unless
you were thinking just us? I figured...since you were friends.
Fuchsia
stan that makes me sounds like a creeper.
Stan Marsh
er. it does?
Fuchsia
or, well. in my mind.
Josh Myers
I'm not sure if I should find this touching, or an awkward exchange.
Stan Marsh
thanks josh.
uh, alright.
well let's. I don't know
maybe we can hang out in your hide out
I'll bring some drinks or something
Fuchsia
yeah.. okay we should do that sometime
Josh Myers
Yes. Good.
Stan Marsh
no not you myers.
Fuchsia
…
Stan Marsh
what.
Fuchsia
i mean he can if he wants, it can be kind of like a dorm thing.
Stan Marsh
are we inviting myers
Fuchsia
minus evan.
Stan Marsh
yea, probably a good idea
Fuchsia
yeah…
Josh Myers
I wasn't implying that I should join you fellas.
Fuchsia
too late.
Stan Marsh
…you guys fighting or something?
er yea
if I can ask
Fuchsia
uhh..
no but i don't...
i.. i don't know.
Stan Marsh
…what? What happened exactly?
Fuchsia
it's just you
and him
and...
alcohol
Josh Myers
???
Fuchsia
it doesn't seem like a good idea.
Josh Myers
Ha ha ha. No one is good with the alcohol.
Fuchsia
true..
i think we lost stan, josh.
Stan Marsh
dude, you didn't lose me.
stop worrying so much.
Fuchsia
stan.
Stan Marsh
what?
Fuchsia
that was a bad thing to bring up, wasn't it.
Stan Marsh
what?
dude, no.
Fuchsia
it was.
Stan Marsh
it's fine, listen
just
evan isn't going to be...normal on relationships
Josh Myers
Yes. Good.
Fuchsia
…….
Stan Marsh
just, if you don't want to get hurt dude, keep that in mind okay
Fuchsia
it's a little late for that.
Stan Marsh
okay well
keep on getting hurt
Fuchsia
yep. that's kind of my problem, isn't it.
Stan Marsh
right. your problem like...I should butt out?
Of talking about it
Fuchsia
i don't care
Stan Marsh
yea okay
Fuchsia
seriously.
Stan Marsh
just, dude.
Honestly.
evan isn't. exactly
...well, he's kind of a sadistic ass hole and generally about as empathetic as a ton of bricks
but beside all that
he isn't really going to be in a relationship
I just mean, dude, try not to get hurt again, I guess
Fuchsia
once again it's sort of too late for that but alright. trying to figure out why you care. at all.
Stan Marsh
what?
Josh Myers
I find it ironic that you are giving relationship advice, Marsh.
Stan Marsh
I just said earlier
oh thanks josh. Yea, thanks.
Fuchsia
stan.
Stan Marsh
and seriously dude?
Fuchsia
stan.
Stan Marsh
what.
Fuchsia
it doesn't make sense.
Josh Myers
???
Stan Marsh
what, me caring? dude. really.
Fuchsia
no, no. i'm trying to figure out where i'm going with this, hang on.
Josh Myers
Yes, collect your thoughts.
Fuchsia
okay. why do you care if i get hurt. i understand why you care in general, i suppose. but you have your own shit with kyle and eric.
it doesn't make sense for you to be sitting here telling me to be careful
when you aren't careful with yourself.
Stan Marsh
huh.
kind of profound.
with kyle and cartman
well
there is no me, kyle and cartman just
I'm not getting or in a relationship, man.
and neither is he so.
we're just friends.
Fuchsia
right.
Stan Marsh
we are dude.
I mean I'm living with him
I'm pretty sure I'd know by now
Josh Myers
I am interested myself. But the answer is obvious, and I will let the two of you talk about this.
Fuchsia
right. well, i'm not touching down on this subject.
Stan Marsh
pretty sure you just did
and dude, that has nothing to do with my point
Fuchsia
okay.
Stan Marsh
… look, sorry.
just.
Josh Myers
Out with it, man.
Stan Marsh
What, josh
dude shut up
Fuchsia
i have to agree with josh here.
Stan Marsh
I'm just not exactly great on you getting...hurt more.
and yea, okay if you want
don't listen to me.
but. Well, I'm not really sure what you want me to say about kyle or any of this
Josh Myers
Nor am I. A king protects his knights and sees that they are in tip top shape. As an ally of Mr. North, seeing him "hurt" is almost unsettling.
Fuchsia
…huh.
Josh Myers
You're all useless to me if you are emotional wrecks, that is what I am saying.
Fuchsia
thank you for clearing that up
Stan Marsh
almost a love confession coming from you, myers.
Fuchsia
he did call us knights.
Stan Marsh
yea he did.
Fuchsia
okay, but. i feel this needs to be said.
don't worry about me and whatever emotional shit i go through.
Stan Marsh
well
dude of course people are going to worry
Stan Marsh
that's kind of what happens.
Fuchsia
well i suggest you fix that.
because it's going to happen a lot.
Stan Marsh
well then
that's. What we're here for.
Fuchsia
…i don't get it. not questioning it.
Stan Marsh
it's like I said...
we're all in this together, man.
through, well, all of it.
Josh Myers
There was once a scientific study conducted that tested the willingness in chimpanzees to help their fellow apes. They failed miserably because, you see, what sets us apart from our relatives is that human beings have a strange concern for their... "friends."
Humans will, in street terms, "help a brotha out."
Fuchsia
okay.
Stan Marsh
just okay? I actually thought that was really pretty impressive.
Josh Myers
The better half of the population, at the very least.
Fuchsia
my mood just dropped severely.
now might be the best time to leave.
Stan Marsh
was it the whole friendship thing
Josh Myers
…Oops.
Fuchsia
i doubt it.
Stan Marsh
because I can probably put that in a better way
maybe josh can rap it.
Fuchsia
no--...
Josh Myers
Would you like a rap?
Fuchsia
not currently, thanks.
Stan Marsh
hah, well man, just
you want to meet up tomorrow or something.
Fuchsia
yeah..
yeah sure
Stan Marsh
great. give me the location, and I'll bring something for us to drink and eat
any food preferences, dude?
Josh Myers
Italian.
Fuchsia
i don't care. i like sugar.
Stan Marsh
ah right
josh is coming.
of course.
well, fine, italian and uh, some kind of dessert
I’ll figure it out when I wake up
Josh Myers
No, no, let this be a bonding experience for the two of you.
Stan Marsh
you're not going to be in the bushes or something right.
figured I'd ask.
Josh Myers
…8]
Fuchsia
…
Stan Marsh
yea
how about you just
sit with us
honestly I'd feel better about that.
Fuchsia
i agree.
Josh Myers
It would be rude of me to turn down your offer when you've insisted like this.
Stan Marsh
great.
well.
I'll see you two tomorrow then.
Fuchsia
…sounds good
Stan Marsh
myers
I'm bringing you wine
not beer
Josh Myers
And why have you chosen to make a point of this?
Stan Marsh
because you are just not great with "mixing things up"
see you guys then.
Fuchsia
yep.
Josh Myers
Goodnight, gentlemen. Fly away into your worlds of slumber. Fly, fly, fly.
[3rd Abriev:] Cartman, Gregory, Christophe, Stan, Kyle, Josh, S-wow, Dylan and Rickie Rycardo (with Afroman and SugarPlum)
Summary: Justin Timblerlake Rolls In His Grave, or wait he's not dead. Anyway - Cartman gives everyone dance lessons and then announces the teams he and Georgie planned out. Lots of Shimmying, ButtBumps, Sexy Stares, and Violence.
Summary: After the second round of auditions, a couple people stay after to grab a drink or two. Upon overhearing a particularly interesting conversation, Eric prods Evan for more information and he and Dylan discover something interesting about their dear friend Stanley. Drams and Laughs ensue.
Takes Place: May 22nd 2012 after Second Round of BoyBand Auditions
Summary: Second Round of Auditions for BoyBands! Judges ZentaiGuard, Cartman, and Georgie check out Stan, Kyle, Ike, and Evan and see if they're Boyband Material - with SHOCKING results. Girls fainting, Birds flipped, and emotions run wild as this round of contestants take the stage!
Summary: In a bought of depression and angst, Dylan IMs the only person online at the time: Gregory. Gregory is less than helpful.
Takes place on: Wednesday, May 16th
Dylan North
are you decent at all with medical issues and complications?
Gregory Langsdale
Well.
That would depend on said issue.
Dylan North
have you ever felt as though your heart is legitimately dying.
Gregory Langsdale
I can stitch things, but you do realise that Ike is a practicing physician, correct?
Have I ever had a heart attack? No, I haven't.
Dylan North
yes but i cannot currently contact ike-- it isn't a heart attack.
Gregory Langsdale
Are you concerned that your blood pressure is low then? Or that you have some sort of degenerative condition?
Dylan North
... maybe. i don't know.
i think my heart is slowing down.
nothing is worth anything.
Gregory Langsdale
What?
Is this some sort of 'goth thing.'
Dylan North
no, it isn't.
i'm being completely serious.
Gregory Langsdale
You're being completely serious that your heart is dying and that the world is meaningless.
But this isn't a goth thing.
Dylan North
yes.
i'm not fucking goth.
Gregory Langsdale
Fine then, vampire or whatnot.
Dylan North
...
excuse me?
Gregory Langsdale
Regardless, if you are in fact being serious, have you noticed any other symptoms?
Difficulty breathing or blue lips or whatnot?
Dylan North
wait, wait.
what reason would i have for not being serious?
i'm not understanding your logic here.
Gregory Langsdale
Most individuals don't observe that their heart is slowing down, save for durring fits of dramatics or possibly depression.
If your heart was damaged in some fashion, it would be more likely that you'd feel tired or sick, or possibly have chest pains.
Dylan North
okay. here's a better question.
Gregory Langsdale
Blue nailbeds from lack of oxygen, or that sort of thing.
Dylan North
how do i change myself. maybe this is just a dramatic thing and it sure as hell is depression. but honestly, who the fuck else can i talk to right now. because everyone else is offline and i'm not leaving the room i'm currently in.
i don't even know what i'm talking about
Gregory Langsdale
I can't say that I do either, but logically if you want to change things, that would start with doing something differently. What are you looking to change?
Dylan North
myself. everything.
Gregory Langsdale
That is not a helpful answer.
Dylan North
it should be.
Gregory Langsdale
Specifics, please.
Dylan North
i don't want to be myself.
Gregory Langsdale
That is also not specific, but all right. So go out and do something that you wouldn't typically do under normal circumstances.
Dylan North
you are so very not helpful.
Gregory Langsdale
What. You want to change, so logically you ought to change your behavior.
Dylan North
right.
Gregory Langsdale
I fail to see what sort of advice you're after.
Dylan North
that's fine.
Gregory Langsdale
Well. You asked me for advice, but refuse to tell me what your actual problem is outside of 'everything' which - again - is not terribly helpful.
And I might point out that moping about like - quite frankly - a goth is certainly not the way to bring any revelation about.
Dylan North
a goth.
Gregory Langsdale
Yes. You are acting like a depressing goth right now.
Dylan North
thank you oh so much.
Gregory Langsdale
What with all of the moping and locking yourself in your room and yammering on about how the world is darkness.
So for starters, I would stop doing that.
Dylan North
i'm sorry but do you not see it?
Gregory Langsdale
See what?
Dylan North
all the bullshit.
Gregory Langsdale
Well, yes, obviously. I think it's safe to say that all of us aren't fond of this idiotic place and it's equally idiotic society.
However, a more constructive reaction is to attempt to learn enough about our situation in order to eventually leave.
Dylan North
i'm not talking about just this place, gregory.
i'm talking about how everything is made out of fucking bullshit.
that's all it is.
Gregory Langsdale
What, life?
Dylan North
exactly.
for everyone.
Gregory Langsdale
No, actually, I am not of the opinion that life is 'fucking bullshit.' I rather enjoy living, actually.
Dylan North
it all ends anyway.
fucks sake.
Gregory Langsdale
Obviously.
However that hardly means I have to sulk about it until it happens.
That's a bit like claiming that you shouldn't eat because in ten minutes you won't be able to taste your food anyhow. It's illogical.
Gregory Langsdale
By the way, Christophe agrees that this is an unconstructive outlook.
And apparently blames it on your being French.
Which I'm not entirely certain that I agree with.
Dylan North
..
it doesn't entirely matter even in the slightest if christophe agrees though
this conversation is pointless.
Gregory Langsdale
Well, really, you messaged me.
Dylan North
i should have expected this conversation to be pointless.
Gregory Langsdale
So my suggestions are pointless then, because you don't necessarily agree with them?
Dylan North
your suggestions are pointless because everything in this conversation has become pointless to me.
Gregory Langsdale
You seem rather set on continuing down your depressing path, for someone who is actually looking for change.
Dylan North
i'm not down a depressing path, i'm seeing everything for what it is.
Gregory Langsdale
So then you're saying that you have an optimistic outlook on life then.
Dylan North
realistic.
Gregory Langsdale
Realistic is not an exclusive adjective. One can be realistically optimistic or realistically depressing.
Dylan North
take your pick, i don't care.
Gregory Langsdale
Why don't you sit down and write some poetry about life then, if it's so pointless.
Dylan North
because that is pointless.
Gregory Langsdale
So by your logic, is it also pointless to sulk about it then?
Dylan North
i suppose.
Gregory Langsdale
So then stop sulking.
Dylan North
done.
Gregory Langsdale
Good.
Things that are not 'pointless' as you seem fond of saying, are activities that you either enjoy, or activities that result in accomplishing something or another. Sulking or bemoaning how pointless life is or insisting that life isn't worth living because it's going to end in seventy years no neither of those things.
Dylan North
right.
Gregory Langsdale
So why don't you actually go out and accomplish something, rather than skulking about acting like a depressing goth.
I might suggest finding what Georgie is up to; I'm sure she has some thoughts or something for you to do. Alternatively, do something creative if you're fond of that sort of thing.
Dylan North
i don't particularly care what georgie's doing right now.
Gregory Langsdale
All right then. I'm sure you can think of something on your own, if you're in some sort of funk and require something to do.
Dylan North
i suppose.
Gregory Langsdale
Are you still sulking in your room?
Dylan North
i haven't been in my room.
Gregory Langsdale
Well, in some room then.
Where are you exactly?
Dylan North
classified.
Gregory Langsdale
Fine. Are you still pointlessly sulking in some room about how pointless life is.
Dylan North
no
Gregory Langsdale
Good.
Dylan North
if you say so, gregory.
Gregory Langsdale
I do.
Gregory Langsdale
Out of curiosity, does this sudden bought of apathy have anything to do with Evan?
Seeing as he is the crux of far too many problems.
Dylan North
no.
nothing to do with him.
Gregory Langsdale
All right then. Simply curiosity, as I said.
Dylan North
right
Gregory Langsdale
'right' as in what.
Dylan North
right as in right?
Gregory Langsdale
'Right' in that context is typically used in a cynical manner.
Dylan North
perhaps.
Gregory Langsdale
So what then. You think I'm in contact with Evan for God knows what reason?
Dylan North
you have no reason to be, so
Gregory Langsdale
Yes, so. So then why doubt what I say, aside to be obnoxiously contrary.
Dylan North
no reason other than to be obnoxiously contrary.
Gregory Langsdale
Then enjoy your sulk. I'm not going to attempt to help you if you refuse to either listen to me or appreciate it.
Dylan North
alright, you enjoy your leaving, sir.
Gregory Langsdale
And you enjoy your newfound goth tendancy. You're acting rather a lot like the version I used to know of you.
Dylan North
insert a sigh right about here.
gregory.
Gregory Langsdale
What.
Dylan North
can.. can we just not talk about other versions..
i'm sorry
Gregory Langsdale
All right. I don't have to mention them, obviously.
Dylan North
gregory
Dylan North
s'il vous plait accepter mes excuses formelles pour etre un connard complet et total.
Gregory Langsdale
You don't have to apologise; I'm rather glad that you've decided to stop with that nonsense though.
Dylan North
there's just
a lot of shit going on in my mind right now.
Gregory Langsdale
Understandable.
Anything in particular? Aside from how pointless things are, obviously.
Dylan North
my mind is stuck in the past.
Gregory Langsdale
The past as in the past few months, or the past as in the old American west?
Dylan North
the past as in neither.
Dylan North
past.. as in, uhm...
...
early 2000's.
Gregory Langsdale
That's rather a while ago.
Dylan North
yep
Oh, hey, Dylan. I'm...as okay as I can be. I got shot twice, and I won't be able to walk for a while... But it doesn't look like I'm going to die or anything. I haven't gotten sick yet either, so that's another plus.
Ike told me gunshot wounds weren't what killed people in this time period.... He said it was the infection from them, so he was extremely careful fixing everyone up today...
Dylan North
that's good.. because it'd be bad if we lost you.
Kyle Broflovski
That's really nice to hear... I kind of feel like I've been more trouble than I'm worth right now.
Dylan North
you and me both.
Kyle Broflovski
Are you doing okay?
Dylan North
just a bit traumatized
Kyle Broflovski
I thought you and Evan liked near death experiences or something?
Dylan North
hah. evan, maybe.
Kyle Broflovski
Not you, then?
Dylan North
near death experiences scare the shit out of me, to be honest.
but no one really gets that evan and i actually have separate interests and that i'm not a fucking goth kid or whatever so
it doesn't really matter.
Kyle Broflovski
They should! They scare me too....
I guess I should have noticed that, the last time I was in the same room as you two, you were very different...
I was trying to keep Stan from fighting you guys at that point, though, so personality differences wasn't exactly at the forefront of my mind....
Dylan North
understandable. i'm still sorry about that, by the way.
Dylan North
because, uh.. evan and i get protective and a bit violent.
if that hasn't been noticed.
Kyle Broflovski
It's all right, I understand... Though in Stan's defense, I wouldn't want to be called gay if I wasn't gay, either...
Dylan North
yeah, i guess that was.. sort of.. my fault..
Kyle Broflovski
Actually....um, I might not be so sure that I'm /not/ gay after all...
Err, make that bi, or whatever. I'm definitely still attracted to girls...
But......I dunno....never mind.
Dylan North
hm.
i understand.
because i'm not gay.
i don't have a sexuality.
and.. sexuality is complicated, anyway.
Kyle Broflovski
Huh.
I can't believe I never thought of it like that....
I guess that's what I get for being raised in a small conservative hick town.... How can you not have a sexuality..?
Dylan North
i don't choose to decide. i'm not attracted to more than one person in the sense that i'd.. have sex with them.
there's evan.
so i..
Dylan North
yeah.
Kyle Broflovski
And now I see how sexuality is complicated.
Dylan North
yep.
so i don't have one.
Kyle Broflovski
Should I just not question it then? Be attracted to whoever attracts me and not try to put a label on it? I really like the sound of that, honestly...
Dylan North
i think you should.
because people can't really control what attracts them so putting a label on it is kind of bullshit in the first place.
Kyle Broflovski
It's just....new, I guess. Being attracted to something I'm not used to....
Dylan North
you get used to it.
Kyle Broflovski
....I suppose I will, so long as I don't try to make myself stop liking it or something...
I haven't figured out if I like....it....or if I just like the newness....of it.
Dylan North
okay, i'm going to stop you right there.
Kyle Broflovski
I'm sorry, Dylan, I'm being really ambiguous because admitting what it is I actually like is something I can't do right now.....
Dylan North
i have a question and i know this is tough, okay?
Kyle Broflovski
....okay.
Dylan North
now, just answer
and you know i won't judge.
right?
Dylan North
okay.
Kyle Broflovski
I know that. I wouldn't have brought it up if I thought otherwise...
Dylan North
okay so is it.. males in general, or one specific person?
Kyle Broflovski
It's not other people I'm even worried about, really.... /I'm/ judging me...
It's....uhhh...complicated
haha
Dylan North
okay.
but
uh
...
from what you can tell.
are you attracted to one person
or do you think it's
just
Kyle Broflovski
I'm not sure if it's males in general... There hasn't really been another boy to catch my attention until I came here, so up until now I just assumed it was....well, a friendship thing. Something I had grown accustomed to liking. I'm referring to Stan, by the way... I think that one is pretty obvious. The other one.......is the one I don't like to talk or think about.
Dylan North
..
oh god.
Kyle Broflovski
What?
Dylan North
nothing
Kyle Broflovski
....
We don't have to talk about this... Believe me, it's not exactly a topic I'm happy to discuss. You've helped me out already. I think not questioning it is a good step forward. That way my future actions won't be hindered by....stupid prejudices, I guess.... I can just be myself.
Dylan North
exactly..
Kyle Broflovski
Thanks. For talking to me and stuff. I appreciate it..
