#tactfullycharismatic

[aesopianalgedonic]

DAMARA: =After the news hit of Beforus' destruction she's been trying to get a hold of herself, even if there might be no such thing happening nor a reasonable thing to expect of oneself after something like this. She is wandering the lower parts of the ship aimlessly, trying to gather her thoughts or feelings or anything at all honestly. Though she is experiencing no such luck. Her eyes feel sore and she is rubbing at them furiously with the palm of her hand. She thought she hated that planet, and yet she is filled with nothing but regret as she wanders the halls on her own.=

KURLOZ: -one of the few members of the UU crew that seems unaffected by the recent disaster just so happens to be wandering the very same halls, currently walking in the opposite direction of Damara-

DAMARA: =She is pretty out of it, however the sound of approaching footsteps reach her ears eventually. She ducks her face for a moment, both hands furiously wiping at her eyes to hide any display of weakness before looking back up again. She recognized the troll, though she couldn't say she'd talked much with him sans for perhaps introductions. What strikes her is his strange air of calm, which she finds both strange and facinating all at once. She winds up staring at his face, no longer walking herself.=

KURLOZ: -he doesn't even seem to be paying her any mind as he continues to walk, and it would probably appear as if he were completely ignoring her if not for the slight head turn towards her as he gets close-

DAMARA: =Maybe she is looking for a distraction, any distraction. Because against her better judgement she keeps staring, even as he is about to pass.= ... 

DAMARA: YOU. HELLO. =It sounds stiff and unnatural, much like the rest of her.= KURLOZ IS THIS?

KURLOZ: :o)  -pauses at her greeting, and gives her a nod in reply-

DAMARA: =Well, it wasn't like she had thought ahead this far in time. The smile feels unnatural given the circumstances, but she is no stranger to unnatural smiles. Why, she is giving one in return.= DAMARA. IS ME.

 DAMARA: =Fuck. Conversational topic, come on.= IS SECURITY. NOT LOST? HALLS STRANGE.

KURLOZ: :o) -continues staring and smiling at her-

DAMARA: =Tilts her head.= NOT LOST? IS SO? 

DAMARA: THEN IS GOOD. FOR DOCTOR, YES? MUST NOT BE FINDING THEMSELVES LOST LIKE SO. 

DAMARA: OTHER THE WISE TOO MANY BODIES. NONE TOO CARE FOR THEM.

KURLOZ: -nods at her- :o)

DAMARA: THIS IS WHAT HE IS ON WAY OF DOING? 

 DAMARA: GIVE CARESS TO THOSE IN NEED OF SUCH?

KURLOZ: ;o) -more nodding-

DAMARA: =Smiling away at him. She might just be spouting whatever immediate words that come to her, but at least it is keeping her from thinking about what happened. Her posture is less stiff now.= 

 DAMARA: THIS SO? THEN MOST DILIGENT OF HIM. VERY IMPRESSIVE THAT HIS HANDS CANNOT BE HELD BACK. ON SUCH TASK.

KURLOZ: :o) *puffs his chest out some proudly.  Yes, he is impressive.  These yaoi hands cannot be helpd back-

DAMARA: =Sees the chest puffing and rolls with it.= IT IS TRUE! NOT MANY SO EAGER ON GETTING HANDS ON SUCH THINGS. 

 DAMARA: TO BE KNOWING OF SUCH DILIGENCE. IT IS OF COMFORTING.

KURLOZ:  -flexes, YES, such diligence.-  - he points at her and tilts his head curiously-

DAMARA: =Points at herself.= ME? 

DAMARA: SECURITY GUARD. IT IS ME. DOIN ROUNDS NOW. PATROLLING HALLWAYS, YES? LOOKING FOR PEOPLE IN  NEED OF ASSIST. =Stellar excuse Damara.=

KURLOZ: -strokes his chin as he nods thoughtfully as she tells him all these things-

DAMARA: BUT HE IS NOT IN THE NEED OF THIS? NOTHING TO BE HAVING NEED OF THE HELPING?

KURLOZ: -scratches his chin before giving a shrug, because sure, lets see what this short ram troll thinks she can help him with-

DAMARA: =Smiles back at him.= UNSURE? THERE ARE MANY THING THAT CAN BE DONE WITH HELP FROM ME. IS CAPABLE OF MUCH. 

DAMARA: LIKE GIVING HAND WITH PATIENTS, YES? RESTRICT IF FEELING THE SPAZZINESS AND FRIGHT OF DOCTOR.

KURLOZ: :oO

KURLOZ: :o) 

KURLOZ: :o)))))) -HMMMMM-

DAMARA: =Tilts head.= HE IS LIKING SOUND OF THIS?

KURLOZ: :o)  -NODS, genuinely enthusiastic at the thought of having someone help him hold people down so he can do whatever the fuck he wants with them-

DAMARA: =She claps her hands together.= THEN WILL BE HELPING HIM IN THIS. DECIDED, NO? =She has no idea what kind of meaning he got out of that.=

KURLOZ: -NODS AGAIN before patting her shoulder-

DAMARA: =This was great. Now she could bury these bad feels in more work. What a fortunate turn of events. Grins when her shoulder is pat.= JUST BE GIVING SIGN WHEN THE HELP IS NEEDED. THEN WILL ARRIVE WITH MOST SWIFT TO BE GIVING ASSISTING.

KURLOZ: -NODS AGAIN, then begins to walk again, giving damara the cheesiest thumbs up as he does so-

DAMARA: =Has to force down a snort at the cheesy thumbs up. She smiles and waves at him, and while the distraction was nice it doesn't take long before everything comes back to her once more.=

[taskforcetumut]

ATRIUM SECURITY RECORDING 0338

DIRK: -he EMERGES after hiding away to focus all his attention on perfecting the VR room and none of his current personal problems. He's worked out all the bugs by now and is going to reward himself with a nice dinner.-

5:24 PM

TAVROS: =He is in the cafeteria doing his best to eat dinner and somehow read a magazine at the same time all the while having a sleeping Durgah occupy his one arm. He honestly should have put her down somewhere but it happened so suddenly and she rarely does settle down for extended periods of time so he wanted to read a mag!!! Glancing on up he spots one whole Dirk!= TAVROS: hELLO DIRK, }:)

5:29 PM

DIRK: -that is some impressive dad multitasking right there. Dirk approves.- Hey man. DIRK: -goes to sit down beside him with his dinner-

5:36 PM

TAVROS: =He tries.= TAVROS: =Scoots a little bit so there's less of a chance he'll accidentally knock Dirk over the head with his hornage.= hOW HAVE YOU BEEN, iT HAS BEEN SOME TIME SINCE i'VE SEEN YOU WALKING AROUND, iN SUCH A MANNER, uHH, oR OVERALL AT ALL, wHEN IT COMES TO BEING OUT AND IN THE WILD,

5:39 PM

DIRK: I've had an influx of work as of late. Been putting together a new VR room.

5:43 PM

TAVROS: =Carefully shifts Durgah over to his other arm as he definitely has lost blood circulation in the one she'd been sleeping on. He perks listening to Dirk.= yEAH? TAVROS: tHAT IS REALLY GREAT NEWS, tO BE HEARING ACTUALLY, TAVROS: aBOUT THE VR ROOM, bUT, uH, mAYBE NOT SO MUCH THAT YOU HAVE HAD SO MUCH WORK WITH IT,

5:46 PM

DIRK: -shrugs- You know me. Love me some ridiculous work loads.

5:48 PM

TAVROS: =Squints.= TAVROS: i AM AT LEAST, TAVROS: sOMEWHERE, TAVROS: iN THE NINTEY PERCENT AREA, oF BEING SURE, TAVROS: tHAT THE LOADS YOU LIKE, iS NOT WORK ONES, TAVROS: =Doesn't realize how bad that sounds.=

5:52 PM

DIRK: -stares at him, completely straight faced-

DIRK: You got me. DIRK: I am a huge fan of laundry.

5:55 PM

TAVROS: =Snrks.= TAVROS: tHEN YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN DOING THOSE, tHIS WHOLE TIME, TAVROS: oR SOME TIME OF IT, tHAN JUST THE WORK ONES, bECAUSE THAT GENERALLY DOESN'T WORK WELL FOR PEOPLE, TAVROS: lIKE THAT GUY, uH, TAVROS: wITH THE AXE, iN THE HOTEL, TAVROS: =Stares at Dirk.= dON'T BE THE HOTEL GUY, iS, wHAT i AM TRYING TO CONVEY, wITH WHAT i AM SAYING,

6:09 PM

DIRK: If you're insinuating that Dirk is a dull boy, you are sadly mistaken. DIRK: I have plenty of fun to pad out the work. -smirks a little about it-

6:16 PM

TAVROS: i GUESS i WAS INSINUATING THE POSSIBILITY OF THAT, tO SOME DEGREE, TAVROS: (tHAT IS TO SAY, a BIG ONE,) =Pfff.= TAVROS: =Grins at Dirk.= i AM GLAD TO HEAR THAT IT ISN'T THE CASE THAT HAS BEEN HAPPENING THOUGH, TAVROS: =Small pause.= uHH, yOU DON'T MEAN LAUNDRY, rIGHT,

6:17 PM

DIRK: I don't mean laundry. DIRK: Big loads are typically involved, however.

6:20 PM

TAVROS: =...????????= TAVROS: uHH, =Not sure what Dirk means really and it's pretty apparent.= TAVROS: oF FUN? =Suggests, looking sheepish.=

6:20 PM

DIRK: You got it.

6:24 PM

TAVROS: =Looks relieved.= oH, oKAY, TAVROS: tHAT IS GOOD, TAVROS: =Small laugh.= bECAUSE, fOR A SECOND i UH, tHOUGHT YOU MEANT THAT, TAVROS: =Gestures vaguely out in the air with his free hand.= tHAT WHOLE, TAVROS: uHHHH, TAVROS: =Gestures more aggressively while just looking at Dirk.= TAVROS: =Stops gesturing.= yOU KNOW?

6:25 PM

DIRK: I don't know, actually. -fixes a stare on him while he eats. CHEWS EXPECTANTLY-

6:29 PM

TAVROS: ,,,,, TAVROS: ,, , uH, TAVROS: =Side eyes heavily over yonder window breaks.= TAVROS: ,,, iT WAS, TAVROS: aCTUALLY NOT A THING, =Masterfully avoided Tavros, good job Tavros, thank you Tavros.=

6:30 PM

DIRK: -chews slowly- DIRK: Ok. -shrugs about it- DIRK: Enough about me. What have you been up to?

6:34 PM

TAVROS: =Internal manic laughter because he is the master of lies and deception it is him.= TAVROS: wELL, i AM GLAD THAT YOU HAVE BEEN HAVING FUN, dESPITE ALL THE WORK THAT YOU HAVE HAD TO LOAD AND UNLOAD, TAVROS: pERSONALLY, aBOUT ME, TAVROS: iT'S UHM, mOSTLY BEEN WORK ALSO, =Sheepish laugh.= sO i GUESS i AM THE PERSON THAT SHOULD NOT, bE ALLOWED AROUND HOTELS OR, aXES,

6:39 PM

DIRK: Maybe the two of us should get together for some fun. DIRK: Since we are both in need of it, apparently. -Dirk stop-

6:41 PM

TAVROS: =Perks happily, blissfully unaware.= TAVROS: i LIKE THAT IDEA A LOT, TAVROS: bECAUSE FUN TIMES WITH YOU IS ALWAYS GREAT, TAVROS: aND GOOD TO HAVE, TAVROS: }:D TAVROS: oH! =Double perkage.= mAYBE THAT FUN COULD BE HAD, iN THE VR ROOM?

6:43 PM

DIRK: That's a good idea, actually. I've been in need of test subjects for its more completed stage.

6:45 PM

TAVROS: i THINK THAT WORDING, TAVROS: iS NOT THE OPTIMAL WAY YOU COULD HAVE PUT IT, TAVROS: bUT, TAVROS: iF BEING A TEST SUBJECT HELPS THEN, i CAN BE THAT SUBJECT FOR YOU,

6:46 PM

DIRK: Being a test subject can be fun.

6:53 PM

TAVROS: =Seems unconvincend.= cAN IT, TAVROS: i MEAN, uHM, iT SOUNDS OVERALL, TAVROS: pRETTY MUCH NOT THAT, TAVROS: aND THE EXACT OPPOSITE,

March 29, 2016

3:48 AM

KURLOZ: -u can be his test subject, tavbro-

[taskforcetumut]

ATRIUM SECURITY RECORDING 0310

MEULIN: -There's a kitty with bandaged ears and an infirmary gown on wandering into the atrium. She either had some PJ pants or nabbed some from somewhere, cuz she sure isn't bare-legged (thankfully), but she still looks a little lost as she pokes around.-

4:51 PM

ROSE: -At least the entire place doesn't seem to be empty. Rose glances up from her knitting, sitting on one of the atrium's benches, as she glances in Meulin's direction.-

4:53 PM

KURLOZ: -look who else is lurking around? This guy. Where he was headed, however... who knows.- -he does seem to b e minding his own business at the moment, though-

4:55 PM

ROSE: -She captchalogues her knitting supplies, hovering up from her seat and over towards the cat.- You're out of bed?

4:57 PM

MEULIN: -Oh, hello! There's someone talking to her. She thinks she recognizes this lady, though she has no idea what she's saying, so she just opts to respond with,- HI!

4:58 PM

ROSE: Ah. Right. ROSE: I suppose I ought to get creative with communication here. ROSE: Lest this take a swift turn for the circular. ROSE: Or solipsistic. ROSE: -She takes out a single thread of yarn from her bag, and levitates it into the air.- ROSE: -She carefully constructs a word.- ROSE: -HI- ROSE: -Nailed it.-

5:00 PM

KURLOZ: -and so the clown comes and goes. Thus is the way of the clown-

5:00 PM

MEULIN: (=ﾟ･ﾟ=) -WOW. that's so COOL.- WOW! THAT IS SO COOL.

5:01 PM

ROSE: -She waves a hand dismissively. Then looks UP. at CLOWN.-

ROSE: Oh.

5:01 PM

MEULIN: I DIDN'T KNOW HUMANS WERE PSIONICS TOO!

MEULIN: OR MAYBE YOU ARE, LIKE, REALLY UNIQUE AND SPECIAL?

MEULIN: THAT WOULD BE EVEN COOLER!

5:05 PM

ROSE: I am going to require more than a thread to explain that entire concept. ROSE: -Wiggle-wiggle with the yarn. It reads 'MAGIC.'-

5:05 PM

ERIDAN: -he is still not feeling super great, but mostly due to just plain feeling uneasy. A few things have been brought to his attention that he is... REALLY not sure about, so he's on his way towards the cafeteria as he.... spots rose and a cat-

5:06 PM

MEULIN: -she is WIDE-EYED.- (^･o･^)

MEULIN: MAGIC?

MEULIN: NOWAI.

5:06 PM

ROSE: -Wiggles her fingers OMINOUSLY.-

5:06 PM

MEULIN: 33333!!

MEULIN: (=ＴωＴ=) TOO SPOOPY.

5:08 PM

ROSE: I'm quite sure. -She unrolls her yarn ball for a few more words.- ROSE: -OUT OF BED? in elegent cursive. It takes her a minute to get it correct.-

5:09 PM

MEULIN: -she is watching this entire process with the most intense feline fascination. the urge to bat at the yarn is real.- MEULIN: OH! YES. I JUST SORT OF GOT UP A LITTLE WHILE AGO?

MEULIN: I DON'T HAVE THE I-FLEA ANYMORE SO...

5:10 PM

ERIDAN: -APPROACHES- out a bed an completely unfuckin supervvised ERIDAN: wwho the fuck authorized this

5:10 PM

MEULIN: -IT'S A FISH! she shimmers.- UM, HI!

5:11 PM

ROSE: I wouldn't hazard a guess. ROSE: She seems to have wandered out herself.

5:12 PM

ERIDAN: -SQUINTS at meulin- dont dodge the fuckin question wwith plesantries ERIDAN: youre not ALLOWWED outta the infirmary wwithout an escort ERIDAN: rose wwhy didnt you report this

5:13 PM

MEULIN: (^._.^)??? MEULIN: WHAT?

5:13 PM

ROSE: I've yet to master faster than light travel, myself. ROSE: I don't think she can hear you, either.

5:16 PM

ERIDAN: shes just pretendin obvviously ERIDAN: her hearin wwas just fuckin fine the other goddamned day theres no reason for it to -wiggles his fingers irritably- maagically be gone ERIDAN: note my use a that goddamned term because this is just as fictional an filled to the BRIM wwith no doubt flimsy unwweildy logic that wwouldnt hold up in a court a GRUBS

5:17 PM

MEULIN: -all this finger wiggling. everyone is magical...-

MEULIN: -she is mostly just patiently waiting for something to make sense-

5:18 PM

ROSE: Right, that was mentioned before. You met her earlier. ROSE: Do you remember any of that? What happened?

5:19 PM

ERIDAN: fuck no ERIDAN: i vvaguely recall her an por flirtin like they wwere clearly ready to wwhip a pail out right then an there an thats about it

5:20 PM

MEULIN: (^・ω・^ ) -tail waving behind her-

5:21 PM

ROSE: ...She doesn't seem the least bit scandalized by the implication, incidentally. ROSE: She was bleeding out of her ears when we brought her in. The evidence has begun to pile up, even if the alleged grub jurors are likely too busy napping to take note of it.

5:25 PM

ERIDAN: ........... *SQUINTS HARDER AT MEULIN, fins pinning back. * howw long wwill you keep up this ruse ERIDAN: are you REALLY this desperate to havve your freedom from the infirmary because its obscenely unecessary

5:29 PM

MEULIN: -stares at him for a few seconds- ... OH, ARE YOU TALKING TO ME?

MEULIN: -looks between the two of them-

5:30 PM

ROSE: -Nods helpfully!-

5:31 PM

MEULIN: OH. OOPS!

MEULIN: UM.

MEULIN: CAN YOU...

MEULIN: MAYBE SAY IT R3333ALLY SLOWLY?

5:48 PM

ERIDAN: *.................................- -HUFFS- you havve GOT to be shittin me(edited)

5:54 PM

ROSE: There's no harm in indulging, right?

5:54 PM

MEULIN: -awkward shifting- SORRY, I STILL DIDN'T GET THAT.

5:55 PM

ERIDAN: ARE ERIDAN: YOU ERIDAN: FUCKIN ERIDAN: GODDAMNED ERIDAN: SHITTIN ME

vannylociraptor-5:57 PM

DAD: -pokes head out of kitchen when he hears yelling. Is someone in need of stern fatherly support?-

5:58 PM

ROSE: Yes, that must have gotten through.

6:12 PM

MEULIN: -are you... fudging.... cat down... something-tea? HMM.- ARE YOU ASKING ME ABOUT CATS?

6:13 PM

ERIDAN: NO

6:13 PM

MEULIN: NO! I GOT IT!

DAD: -children please stop yelling. You are concerning the local adult.-

6:14 PM

ROSE: (This is becoming a loud conversation.)

6:24 PM

MEULIN: (=^･ω･^)

6:25 PM

ERIDAN: ARRRGG this is fuckin HOPELESS ERIDAN: rose shes MOCKIN ME

6:26 PM

ROSE: I'm pretty sure she's just deaf. ROSE: I mean, I'd like nothing more than to find out what happened, but we are probably going to have to spell it out. ROSE: Rather literally.

6:28 PM

ERIDAN: ->8T stares WILDLY at Rose-

6:30 PM

ROSE: With a pen and paper, in all likelihood.

ROSE: -SMILES.-

6:30 PM

MEULIN: -lady is smiling! she seems so nice. Meulin also smiles.-

6:32 PM

ERIDAN: givve me some goddamned paper

6:35 PM

ROSE: I'll be just a moment. -She hovers away to go get some, because if she had some on her person the yarn thing wouldn't have been necessary. But at least it won't take TOO LONG.-

ROSE: -ENJOY AWKWARDLY STANDING NEAR EACH OTHER-

6:36 PM

ERIDAN: -watches rose go- .... -looks at meulin-

6:39 PM

MEULIN: ....

MEULIN: OH! I NEVER TOLD YOU MY NAME!

MEULIN: I'M MEULIN.

6:42 PM

ERIDAN: -he just keeps staring at her because if she cant even hear him what's the POINT. Except he's still not sure if he believes it but playing along was better than being MOCKED-

6:43 PM

ROSE: -She eventually returns with a small legal pad and a ball point pen.- Here you are.

6:52 PM

MEULIN: -AWKWARD.... but thankfully the lady is back so it's less awkward now. HOORAY FOR PAPER.- OH ARE YOU GOING TO WRITE TO ME?

6:53 PM

ERIDAN: -grabs the pen and paper and starts scribbling on it- -writes: get back to the fuckin infirmary youre n ot supposed to be WWANDERIN -wwanderin is underlined several times-

7:02 PM

MEULIN: .... OH.

MEULIN: ... OKAY!

MEULIN: -looks around awkwardly- UM, OKAY. BYE!

MEULIN: .... -she's preeeetty sure she came from that way over there? yeah. she's just gonna walk that way.-

7:05 PM

ERIDAN: *SQUINTS!!!!!!!!!! *(edited)

7:13 PM

ROSE: -She watches her begin to WANDER BACK-

ROSE: ...And how are you feeling?

7:18 PM

ERIDAN: wwhat *looks back at rose * me

7:19 PM

ROSE: Yes, you. ROSE: You were pretty out of it. That's enough cause for concern as it is.

7:21 PM

ERIDAN: *sweats * yeah im FINE wwhy the fuck wwouldnt i be ERIDAN: do i not LOOK fine

7:21 PM

ROSE: Call me crazy, but you seem to be slightly... ROSE: ...On-edge.

7:24 PM

ERIDAN: im not on edge im not TENSE ERIDAN: im not wworried about the ship potentially bein outta MONEY an there bein NOTHIN wwe can do about it

7:25 PM

ROSE: --Out of money? ROSE: What happened?

7:25 PM

ERIDAN: -SHIT-

7:26 PM

BRO: -walking past eating doritos. CONVENIENTLY.-

BRO: -crunch crunch-

7:26 PM

ERIDAN: NOTHIN

7:26 PM

BRO: ... -picks at ear with his pinky after eridan shreiks-

7:27 PM

ROSE: ...Is this the sort of conversation we should be having more privately?

7:27 PM

BRO: -stops to look at them.-

BRO: -he has the blank expression of a man who is interested in these private conversations-

7:36 PM

ERIDAN: i ERIDAN: uh ERIDAN: maybe -knits brows and stares at the ground-

ERIDAN: its just ERIDAN: i heard a rumor a someone dyin or someshit but i dont knoww for sure if its true ERIDAN: although they havve NOTHIN to do wwith this supposed uh ERIDAN: shortage ERIDAN: i just liked his fuckin movies -he's never seen a dave skellington movie in his life-

7:40 PM

ROSE: ...Nothing at all, I'm sure. -She wrinkles her brow with some degree of concern. Then she brings up her communicator to check the news for similar-soundingHEADLINES, completely unrelatedly.-

ROSE: So I suppose this individual in the movie business has nothing to do with our funds of late.

ROSE: And we are grieving tinsel town's loss in grim silence.

7:41 PM

ERIDAN: yeah davve skellinton has nothin to fuckin do wwith it

7:41 PM

BRO: ...

7:41 PM

ROSE: ...

7:41 PM

BRO: What?

BRO: -he says from quite a few feet away-

7:42 PM

ROSE: I... ROSE: Right. ROSE: ...Have you spoken to Davenforth about this?

7:45 PM

ERIDAN: no evven if hypothetically i evven cared about informin him a his owwn clients demise hes mysteriously not evven anywwhere to be found

7:46 PM

ROSE: Shit.

7:46 PM

BRO: ... -shit is right-

BRO: -he's very suddenly splitting-

7:47 PM

ERIDAN: -FINALLY even notices bro but only because someone running away is very noticeable- ERIDAN: the fucks his problem

7:48 PM

ROSE: "Mysteriously nowhere to be found" is a fairly deeply concerning cluster of words.

7:50 PM

ERIDAN: wwait are you sayin he wwas evvesdroppin

7:51 PM

ROSE: It certainly fits his psychological profile of "unsettling ventriloquist."

7:52 PM

BRO: -he would be really happy to hear that is how he is profiled-

7:58 PM

ERIDAN: wwell okay -HUH...-

7:59 PM

ROSE: He's probably worried. For similar reasons you aren't. ROSE: I mean. ROSE: Shit.

8:00 PM

ERIDAN: -........- wwhat ERIDAN: wwhat are you gettin at

8:01 PM

ROSE: I mean... ROSE: What if something happened to him?

8:06 PM

ERIDAN: wwait to older davve

ERIDAN: i guess

8:11 PM

ROSE: You have to admit, the circumstances line up.

8:13 PM

BRUNCLE: -Like an ass crack-(edited)

8:13 PM

ERIDAN: -he looks UNCOMFORTABLE now-

8:15 PM

ROSE: Perhaps a search party should be oragnized.

[adiostauromachy]

-- adiosTauromachy [AT] began trolling tactfullyCharismatic [TC] at 00:39 --

AT: hEY KURLOZ,

AT: i WAS UH,

AT: wONDERING IF YOU ARE NOT VERY BUSY, cURRENTLY,

TC: THE FILLING OF MY TIME DANCES WITHIN THE LIGHT SPECTRUM END.

AT: i AM GOING TO THINK THAT RESPONSE IS A POSITIVE ONE, iN THE SENSE THAT YOU, uH, oR YOUR LIGHT DANCES, aRE VERY BUSY,

AT: i DON'T KNOW IF YOU KNOW ALREADY, bUT WE HAVE BECOME PARTNERS IN THE TALENT SHOW,

AT: sO i WAS THINKING MAYBE WE SHOULD BE TALKING AND DOING SOMETHING, aBOUT THAT,

TC: PERHAPS.

AT: tHEN i AM, aGAIN, gOING TO BELIEVE THAT YOUR PERHAPS IS MORE LEANING TOWARDS A POSITIVE,

AT: bECAUSE i'M NOT VERY SURE WHAT WE COULD DO, uHH, sO IDEAS WOULD BE GOOD,

AT: i CAN PLAY THE GUITAR, iF THAT IS A THING THAT HELPS, aND UHH, i DON'T KNOW WHAT ELSE IS GOOD THAT i CAN DO, fOR STAGE PERFORMANCE PURPOSES,

TC: AN ACT OF PERFORMANCE ART COULD PERCHANCE PAVE THE WAY TOWARDS ULIMATE GLORY ABOUNDING.

AT: oH, yES THAT SOUNDS LIKE A GOOD IDEA,

AT: mAYBE,

AT: wHAT UH, kIND OF ART PERFORMANCE, dID YOU THINK WE COULD DO?

TC: :o)

AT: eUGH, rIGHT,

AT: bUT OKAY, i HAVE SEEN PERFORMANCE ART SOMETIMES, aND IT USUALLY, aT TIMES, iNVOLVES DANCING AND PAINT,

AT: oR OTHERWISE ARTISTIC THINGS, uH, lIKE THAT, iS THAT WHAT YOU MEAN,

TC: ;o)

AT: oKAAAY, sO THE WINKING BASED RESPONSE SYSTEM, iS NOW MORE OF A THING, tHAT IS HAPPENING,

AT: wINK ONE TIME FOR YES, aND TWO FOR NO, iS THAT HOW IT IS GONNA WORK?

TC: THE MIRTHFUL GEARS WHICH TURN WITHIN ONES NOG DECLARES BUT ONE ANSWER THAT DRIPS FROM THE BRUSH HELD WITHIN THE HAND.

AT: wHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN,

TC: WITH YOUR EYES OPENED THE ANSWER WILL BECOME CLEAR.

AT: mY EYES ARE VERY MUCH IN THE OPEN POSITION, bUT IT IS STILL NOT MAKING SENSE, mUCH AT ALL,

TC: :o)

AT: nOOOO, sTILL NOT CLEAR AT ALL,

AT: wHICH MIGHT MEAN IT IS A HIGH CHANCE THAT, wHAT YOU ARE TALKING, iS KIND OF NONSENSE,

TC: THE MIND OF THE BULLKIN TIS CLOSED AND THICK WITH THE FOG OF IGNORANCE.

AT: nO, sEE, bECAUSE THAT WHAT YOU SAID NOW ACTUALLY MAKES SENSE, iN THAT YOU CALLED ME STUPID,

AT: bUT THE OTHER THINGS THAT YOU WERE PREVIOUSLY SAYING, wAS MOSTLY JUST,

AT: uH,

AT: oH YEAH,

AT: nONSENSICAL,

TC: TIS NO FAULT OF MINE THE MIND YOURS CANNOT GRASP THE INTRICICIES OF THE WORD DIVINE.

AT: iF THE WORLD DIVINE, tHAT YOU TALK ABOUT, iS JUST FULL OF LOTS OF WORDS THAT DON'T ACTUALLY SAY ANYTHING,

AT: tHEN i AM PRETTY OKAY WITH NOT GETTING THAT, aCTUALLY,

TC: PERHAPS THE COLLABORATION OF SOULS BEST BE STUDIED AND WEAVED INDIVIDUALWISE.

AT: iSN'T THAT COMPLETELY THE OPPOSITE OF WHAT A COLLABORATION IS, iF WE ARE DOING IT ON OUR OWN,

AT: wE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE IN THIS TOGETHER,

AT: tEAM TAVLOZ, oR KURROS, iF THAT IS MORE WHAT YOU THINK IT SHOULD BE,

*Unfortunately the two never came to an agreement, as the bickering and mutual frustrations eventually became too overpowering.*

[academic-geniality]

TC: *walks up to* :o)

AG: *looks at kurloz* ... Hello, Mr. Makara.

TC: :o)

AG: I know you aren't one for convers8tion, so I'll just go through the questions myself.

TC: :o)

AG: My name is Aranea Serket, former First M8 of the Um8ral Ultim8tum, presently working janitoral duties as well as tending to the resident li8rary.

AG: None of my quadrants are officially filled, though I am in a position of "courting" with someone in my red quadrant... I think.

AG: I like cake and my most prized possession is my journal.

AG: There!

TC: :o)

TC: *stares INTENSELY*

AG: *she wants to 8e ANNOYEd and give him the cold shoulder 8ut she just... can't... do it... she need to fill this VOID OF SILENCE.*

TC: *he knows you want to, aranea, he's pretty much expecting her to keep talking no matter what she does*

AG: You know, I can respect that some people prefer to listen, and I'm honestly quite thankful that such people exist! Why, if everyone were 8lathering on and on all the time, no one would ever a word in edgewise, would they?

TC: *he

AG: 8ut I don't understand why you refuse to communic8te COMPLETELY.

TC: :o) *nods*

AG: Language is such a powerful thing, don't you know? It's a tool you should UTILIZE!

TC: *tilts his head slightly back, just enough that it almost looks like he's looking down his nose at her*

AG: ,,,

TC: ;o)

AG: *those are not periods I just noticed*

AG: ...

AG: You know what?

AG: I have HAD IT with people's attitudes today!!!!!!!

TC: :o)

AG: *momentarily distracted 8y latula zipping around*

AG: ...

AG: I...

AG: I don't know WHY I'm still 8othering. This isn't fun.

AG: May8e I'm 8ETTER OFF 8Y MYS8LF, ANYW8Y!

TC: *shrugs*

AG: ... May8e I'm just... overreacting.

AG: This is no way for a respecta8le person to 8e conducting herself.

TC: :o0

AG: After all, this is just how they WANT me to act, isn't it?

AG: They want me to get upset!

TC: :o)

AG: *SHE FEELS 8ETTER NOW. YAY FOR 8EING DELUSIONAL AND IGNORING YOUR ACTUAL EMOTIONS.*

[artifactualannihilation]

individual speed dating r1 - kurloz

KURLOZ: :o) *walks over to aradia, although this is aradia whom he already hangs out with all the time* ARADIA: hi kurloz! ARADIA: its funny we got paired together isnt it KURLOZ: :o) KURLOZ: *nods* ARADIA: ok so ARADIA: we have this list of questions but i know your name and department and you know mine ARADIA: do you know all of my quadrants? i think so ARADIA: i dont know any of yours KURLOZ: :o) KURLOZ: *holds up a hand in an O shape* ARADIA: no wonder! you dont have any KURLOZ: *nods* ARADIA: whats your favorite food? KURLOZ: .... *thinks long and hard before signing at her* THE DELIGHTS OF MORTALS GRACE THESE LIPS INFREQUENT AND THUS NO PREFERENCE IS HAD. ARADIA: ah yes KURLOZ: :o) *points at her* ARADIA: skull pancakes :) KURLOZ: *KURLOZ LOOKS PLEASED* ARADIA: yes they are delicious ARADIA: whats your most prized possession? KURLOZ: ... *PONDERING SOME MORE* KURLOZ: THE CODPIECE OF THE GREAT MESSANGER OF THE MESSIAH RESIDES WITHIN MY CLAWS. ARADIA: oooh! that sounds really ancient and special ARADIA: and prized KURLOZ: *NODS* *points at her* ARADIA: my music box that got smashed to pieces but sollux fixed ARADIA: hands down! KURLOZ: :o) *THUMBS UP* ARADIA: man it looks like we got through all the questions KURLOZ: *pats her back* ARADIA: we did great KURLOZ: *nods PROUDLY* ARADIA: i have been looking at that gentlemans hat ARADIA: i dont even know what a gentleman is but he fits the description KURLOZ: *tilts his head then looks around and sees DAD* ARADIA: i think it would be great to have a hat like that ARADIA: i would wear it all the time KURLOZ: A HAT MOST DIVINE WOULD GRACE THINE MUG WITH GREAT DIVINITY. ARADIA: thanks kurloz ARADIA: i need to rebuild my hat collection KURLOZ: TO REBUILD SUCH A COLLECTION TAKES DUE DILLIGENCE. ARADIA: youre so right ARADIA: im going to buy at least one hat from every planet we visit ARADIA: which means this one too KURLOZ: *GASPS* ARADIA: i think theres a village nearby i want to visit! KURLOZ: PERHAPS A WINTERY TRIP IS IN ORDER. ARADIA: maybe we can go together! KURLOZ: :o) KURLOZ: *nods* ARADIA: :D

[adiostauromachy]

-- adiosTauromachy [AT] began trolling tactfullyCharismatic [TC] at 01:29 --

AT: hEEEEY KURLOZ,

AT: uHM, hAH,

AT: wHAT'S UP? i JUST, rEALIZED THAT WE HAVEN'T BEEN TALKING FOR A WHILE, oR IN GENERAL,

AT: sO i'M DOING THAT RIGHT NOW,

AT: tHE TALKING,

TC: ;o)

AT: yES,

AT: i FIGURED THAT WOULD BE THE THING, yOU WOULD BE DOING AS A RESPONSE,

AT: bUT UHH,

AT: i'M GOING TO KEEP SAYING WORDS, bECAUSE i WANT TO GET TO KNOW YOU BETTER,

TC: :o!

AT: sO i WAS THINKING WE COULD DO THAT,

AT: gET TO KNOW EACH OTHER AND UHH, wORK THINGS OUT IN THAT SENSE,

AT: sO i'LL JUST,

AT: aSK ABOUT WHAT KIND OF INTERESTS, aND PERSONAL MOTIFS, yOU MIGHT HAVE,

TC: :o)

AT: nOT SO SURPRISINGLY, i HAVE ACTUALLY NOTED THAT DOWN ALREADY,

AT: tHE NOSE FACES,

TC: ;o)

AT: oTHER NOTES THAT i HAVE BEEN MAKING ARE PRANKS,

AT: tHAT ARE OF A UHH, cERTAIN "SPOOKY" AESTHETIC,

AT: aND ALSO NOT BEING FOND OF USING LETTERS, oR WORDS IN GENERAL,

TC: A HIGH APPLAUSE IN YOUR HONOR ERUPTS.

AT: oH,

AT: aH,

AT: wELL,

AT: gUESS MAYBE i SHOULD BE ERASING THAT LAST PART, aBOUT THE LETTERS,

TC: >;o)

AT: sOOOO MAYBE MORE USING LETTERS OCCASSIONALLY, wHEN IT IS MOST FUN TO DO SO, oR WHATEVER,

AT: bUT IT'S NOT REALLY HELPING ME WITH GETTING MORE KNOWLEDGE ON YOU, aS A PERSON, aND THE THINGS YOU LIKE, oR UHH, dON'T LIKE,

TC: :o)

AT: uGH,

AT: oKAY, tHIS ISN'T REALLY GOING TO GO ANYWHERE, i'M GUESSING,

AT: fROM WHAT THINGS ARE LOOKING LIKE, rIGHT NOW,

TC: http://tinyurl.com/yl9gkva

AT: rIIIIIIGHT,

AT: oKAY,

AT: tHE THING IS THAT UHM, i DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE TRYING TO DO,

AT: wITH A LOT OF YOUR GENERAL BEHAVIOUR, tHAT i FIND ANNOYING, pERSONALLY,

AT: bUT IF IT IS A THING YOU ARE, uHH, tHINKING ABOUT GOING SOMEWHERE WITH,

AT: tHEN i WOULDN'T WANT TO GO TO THAT PLACE, hYPOTHETICALLY, wITHOUT KNOWING ANYTHING ABOUT YOU, oR KNOWING AS LITTLE AS i AM IN THE KNOW OF, riGHT NOW,

TC: PERHAPS A SUGGESTION MAY BE IN ORDER OF MIRTHFUL SUSTENANCE BY HOLY LIGHT IN NIGHTS FURTHER OF THE NOW.

AT: uHH, yES, tHAT COULD BE A THING WE COULD DO,

AT: tO LIKE,

AT: tALK TOGETHER ABOUT THINGS,

AT: oR YOU DO THE HAND THINGS THAT YOU DO, iN ANY CASE,

TC: THINE MIRACULOUS "HAND THINGS" OF MIRTH BESTOWED FROM THESE "WIGGLE DOOS" MINE.

AT: eRR,

AT: wHAT,

AT: wIGGLE DOOS,

TC: AFFRIMATIVE.

AT: oKAAAAY, sO THE WIGGLE DOOS ARE CONFIRMED,

AT: bUT,

AT: wHAT IS IT THOSE THINGS ARE, tO BEGIN WITH,

AT: tHAT YOU HAVE CONFIRMED TO BE A THING,

TC: ;o)

AT: eRRRGHHHH, i GUESS THEY WILL JUST BE A THING, tHAT IS PRESENT,

AT: dURING THE SUSTENANCE GETTING,

TC: :o)

AT: sOOO,

AT: uHH,

AT: iS THERE A DATE IN PARTICULAR, yOU WANT FOR US TO GET THE FOOD TOGETHER,

TC: THE MYSTERY IS WHERE THIS MIME THRIVES.

AT: rIGHT, sHOULD HAVE FIGURED,

AT: tHEN i'LL JUST,

AT: wAIT UNTIL THEN, iN THAT CASE,

AT: i GUESS?

TC: ;o)

TC: AMEN MY RIGHTEOUS BULLBROTHER.

AT: uH, yEEEES,

AT: aMEN, tO THAT,

TC: ON WHAT DAY OF RECKONING WILL THE DATAGE BEGIN?

AT: dIDN'T YOU JUST SAY THAT MYSTERY WAS WHAT YOU WANTED,

AT: bECAUSE THAT IS WHAT MY ANSWER IS GOING TO BE, tO THAT,

AT: };)

TC: :o)

AT: sO TO BE KEEPING UP WITH THE MYSTERY, i'LL FADE OUT NOW,

AT: uH, iNTO SOME SHADOWS,

AT: oR SOMETHING OF EQUAL EERIENESS,

TC: ;o)

TC: HONK.

-- tactfullyCharismatic [TC] gave up trolling adiosTauromachy [AT] at 03:59 --

[arseniccaudal-blog]

NEPETA: :33 < *she's b33n f33ling a little restless so naturally she's taken to following a new target. Hello q-tip mime. Nepeta's b33n watching him for a good chunk of the day*

KURLOZ: *he's just wanting the halls right now, holding a mysterious container of strange, unidentified, blue goo*

NEPETA: :33 < *She's curious about that blue goo. She wants.... She wants it. Quiet pouncing in the halls behind him. Head tilt, pads after*

KURLOZ: *he doesn't seem to notice her.... yet. He keeps on walking*

NEPETA: :33 < *Walks up close behind him, p33ks around his arm....* hi! :33 *staring at the container*

KURLOZ: *TURNS his mighty head and looks down at the wee troll* :o)

NEPETA: :33 < remempur me furom last night??

KURLOZ: :o)

NEPETA: :33 < did mew have fun? its nice to s33 efurrybody having fun together at an event!

KURLOZ: :o) *nods*

NEPETA: :33 < so!...... *very obviously eyeing the goo* whats this??? *cat touch, she's gonna touch it*

KURLOZ: *keeps it JUST OUT OF REACH* :o)

NEPETA: :33 < *r33aaaachhhhh*

KURLOZ: *tall clown keeps it far out of reach*

NEPETA: :33 < *climbs*

KURLOZ: *SWATS*

NEPETA: :33 < awwww :<<

NEPETA: :33 < is it dangerous??

KURLOZ: :o)

NEPETA: :33 < is that a yes? *hanging form his arm and reaches again*

NEPETA: :33 < is ittt....... acid?

NEPETA: :33 < or

NEPETA: :33 < sicky disease goop?

KURLOZ: :o\

NEPETA: :33 < pawssibly that stuff furrom the drains or leftofur coagulated lizard? *cat bats at container*

KURLOZ: >:o/

NEPETA: :33 < *mrrrrp* :33

KURLOZ: *the jar is in his sylladex to protect it from the sticky catpaws*

NEPETA: :33 < awwww *frowntown*

KURLOZ: :o) *all is well again*

NEPETA: :33 < can i at least know what it was?

NEPETA: :33 < i was just curious pawbout purr work

KURLOZ: *raisea a brow* :o)

NEPETA: :33 < was i right in my guesses?

KURLOZ: :o\

NEPETA: :33 < does that mean yes???

NEPETA: :33 < *undetered cat*

KURLOZ: *shakes head*

NEPETA: :33 < then was it dangepurrrous? *jumps down and starts walking with the tall now*

KURLOZ: :o) *touches a finger to his lips*

NEPETA: :33 < awww its a secret?

KURLOZ: ;o)

KURLOZ: *gestures for her to keep following him*

NEPETA: :33 < *awww yis, she was gonna k33p following him anyway but large smiles and scampers after* you do pawlot of mysterious work dont you?

KURLOZ: :o) *nod nods*

NEPETA: :33 < innnnnnteresting

KURLOZ: *WINKS LOUDLY* *he leads her to the MORGUE*

NEPETA: :33 < h33h33h33 last time i was in here a furrriend gave me some special pawntriband *good memories*

KURLOZ: ;o)

KURLOZ: *goes over to one of his cabinets and pulls out... something... SPECIAL*

KURLOZ: *it's a bowl of.. well, there's more horns but he's also added some teeth aand claws*

NEPETA: :33 < !!! oooohh! *DIGS THROUGH THIS BOWL*

KURLOZ: *lets go of it so she can HAVE AT IT*

NEPETA: :33 < *SWEET FREE BOWL, also bowl contents* h33h33h33 thank mew!

KURLOZ: ;o)

NEPETA: :33 < *k33ps digging through that bowl and walks around the morgue* i bet its b33n purrretty slow in here

KURLOZ: :o/ *nods*

NEPETA: :33 < awwww well meowbye you could help other pawrts of the ship

NEPETA: :33 < liikkkkk33e service!

KURLOZ: :o?

NEPETA: :33 < yeah! i think mew would be really good there!

NEPETA: :33 < purrhaps

NEPETA: :33 < in the kitchen or maybe... helping to repawr clothing meowlfunctions

KURLOZ: :o/

NEPETA: :33 < no? :OO

KURLOZ: :o/

NEPETA: :33 < yes?? :DD

KURLOZ: >;/

KURLOZ: *>:o/

NEPETA: :33 < well put it in the maybe pile

KURLOZ: :o)

NEPETA: :33 < do mew know any engin33ring?

NEPETA: :33 < or.... maybe you could help organize fun things fur us to do!

NEPETA: :33 < a new job!

KURLOZ: *starts trying to shoo nepeta out of here, this mime does not want job suggestions*

NEPETA: :33 < *ACK do not shoo the cat, tail perk then scampers under a table* what? that would be really pawesome!

KURLOZ: *POINTS at the door all quietly*

NEPETA: :33 < :<< *what about the sad kitty face, paws at leg you couldn't kick out THIS FACE could you?*

KURLOZ: *THE FINGER IS STILL POINTING*

NEPETA: :33 < *She could be an asshole cat...but he gave her goods...mmmmmmm* finnn33e :CC *walks to the door*

KURLOZ: :o)

NEPETA: :33 < i GUESS ill s33 mew later >:II

KURLOZ: ;o)

NEPETA: :33 < *she'll find out whats in that container unless she forgets and cat scampers off to find another target*

KURLOZ: *and he RETURNS to doing his own thing*