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vatheon2012-11-12 05:55 pm
toheirishuman) wrote in vatheon2012-11-12 05:55 pm
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002 - feeling a little down in the ducks-- i mean dumps. down in the dumps.
Who: John Egbert, Casey the salamander, and you
Where: The park
When: Early afternoon to evening, whenever you feel like chatting
Style: Starting action but I'll match
Status: Open!
[Anyone who just so happens to be taking a stroll through the park today just may catch sight of a boy dressed in blue sitting on the edge of the pond. Next to him sits a yellow salamander dressed in a black cowl with a purple-striped scarf, though it's quite a bit bigger than your average salamander and it is...quite literally seated next to the boy. Clearly this is not your typical salamander, but the boy doesn't seem at all perturbed by this. In the boy's lap rests a bag with at least half of a loaf of sandwich bread inside. Occasionally, he takes a slice out and rips it up into tiny pieces, tossing them into the water.]
[Just skipping work to feed the ducks, apparently. Real productive use of his time here.]
[At one point, he holds out a handful of bread chunks to the salamander.]
Here, you can throw a few too.
[The salamander looks at the bread, "glubs," picks up a few of the piece, and........attempts to eat them herself.]
Ack! No, Casey don't eat it! Throw it! Fuck you'd better not get sick from this...
[And isn't it just a little bit sad that this is the high point of John's day at the park?]
Where: The park
When: Early afternoon to evening, whenever you feel like chatting
Style: Starting action but I'll match
Status: Open!
[Anyone who just so happens to be taking a stroll through the park today just may catch sight of a boy dressed in blue sitting on the edge of the pond. Next to him sits a yellow salamander dressed in a black cowl with a purple-striped scarf, though it's quite a bit bigger than your average salamander and it is...quite literally seated next to the boy. Clearly this is not your typical salamander, but the boy doesn't seem at all perturbed by this. In the boy's lap rests a bag with at least half of a loaf of sandwich bread inside. Occasionally, he takes a slice out and rips it up into tiny pieces, tossing them into the water.]
[Just skipping work to feed the ducks, apparently. Real productive use of his time here.]
[At one point, he holds out a handful of bread chunks to the salamander.]
Here, you can throw a few too.
[The salamander looks at the bread, "glubs," picks up a few of the piece, and........attempts to eat them herself.]
Ack! No, Casey don't eat it! Throw it! Fuck you'd better not get sick from this...
[And isn't it just a little bit sad that this is the high point of John's day at the park?]
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Oh shit! It's Monday, isn't it?! [Okay, so maybe playing hooky wasn't ENTIRELY intentional. Though he probably would have skipped even if he had actually remembered.] Fuck...I'm sorry, Karkat.
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[Karkat looks down, but it only lasts a moment before his palm hits his face.]
You ditched and it wasn't even on purpose? Once again, it is proven that even I can overestimate your competence. And I spent this whole time looking for you, too!
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[He'd say he has a lot on his mind, but he doesn't. It's really just one thing. Maybe one and a half things.]
If you want to, you can still yell at me for ditching though. Purposefully or not, I still didn't show. That way your search won't have been a waste.
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[He takes a deep breath.]
Yours is a stupidity heretofore unknown by human, troll, beast, or the nebulous "other" of unknown species inhabiting the many and countless universes. It is something so grand and profound - if only in the sense of its mindboggling awfulness - that it demands a new word be created for it. To merely pull something off the top of your head would be an insult to what a complete lack of intelligence it is. Experts, surely, would have to be assembled from across space and time, past, present, future, and doomed timelines alike, sampling from places neither of us have ever heard of. Centuries would be spent to craft this word, and when you, immortal god moron you are, come to the conference held to announce this accomplishment of word-crafting, to hear it grace your weird, round human ears, your sole response would be nothing more than "Haha, what?"
That, there, is how dumb you are.
[And with that exhausted, Karkat steps around John to sit beside him, opposite Casey.]
Tell them some emergency came up that had you so tied up you couldn't call in. I'll say I heard about it later - after they called me about you - and corroborate it. You owe me hugely for this, by the way.
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Thanks, man, I appreciate it. And I will be sure to return the favor, don't worry. Just say the word when you need something.
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[That, and well. It's not conducive to cheering up a friend.]
But is this a common human habit? Flinging chunks of bread at hapless waterfowl? I can understand why your slimy consort might be tickled deep in its amphibious vascular system by that kind of thing, but for you, I fail to see how it accomplishes all of jack shit towards something constructive.
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[God maybe he doesn't feel like being constructive right now, Karkat. Is that such a crime?]
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[He reaches over for the bread bag, not asking if he can, but aiming to snatch a slice for himself to tear up.]
Sitting out here moping isn't going to make things any better, though. Yeah, it sucks, but if you skip work again I will drag you bodily to the store to do your shift.
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[He hadn't meant to way all that, but it all just kind of cascaded after Karkat gave him an opening. Doesn't help that he hasn't really voiced any of this until now. Bottling your icky emotions is how you deal with them, right? Right.]
[Though he just realized...]
Er...I guess I should probably explain. See, Jade was gone for a couple of days and she's back but while she was gone, Rose disappeared too, so...yeah.
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[If John didn't stop him from getting the bread, though, he now tears off a bit to fling at the nearest duck.]
And you are far from the only one who's been there. I've been there myself more than once - even been the one to disappear - and each time, it's gone differently in one way or another. Sometimes people remember, and sometimes they don't. Sometimes they're gone for days, and sometimes months. Sometimes things happen and make stuff weird. Sometimes things go right back to normal, or you have to put them together a new way, or it all collapses in a heap of flaming wreckage.
[Another piece, flung further.]
And I can't magically make it better, or easier, but I can tell you that you aren't helping yourself by dwelling on it. Say I'm calling the cooking vessel whatever color you like, but I am sharing what I've learned in a rare bid of friendleaderly camaraderie, and even using your moronic word in the process.
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Yeah, I know but it's hard not to. Like even when I try to distract myself with something else, I just circle right back to it. I don't want to, but I can't help it. It's stupid and I know it, because even if she doesn't remember Vatheon, she will still remember me. Even if she comes from a point in the future where we haven't spoken in three years or whatever, it's not like we won't be friends anymore, right?
[He says this in a way that almost sounds like he's reassuring himself. Like saying it out loud will somehow make it more true.]
Sure, she won't remember that we are dating but that's...hardly the end of the world. I don't know though, maybe my luck will hold out. I mean Jade came back with her memories intact. And I was lucky enough to come back here with Rose in the first place.
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Future you would have to seriously mess up if she ditched your friendship entirely, and that's also assuming she had no room in her spacious head to separate the actions of future you from current you. And as annoying as she is, she is at least intelligently annoying, and so should hopefully not be the sort so spiteful as to pull that.
[There may be a tone of frustration that tinges his voice there, but it's off to the edge, removed. It's not the point here.]
But massive hypotheticals aside, say that she does forget. It will suck enormous bulge in the worst way, and I wouldn't be surprised if even your squishy human feelings bladder found the capacity to hate fate or the scientists or something for making things happen that way, but--it will pass.
[Another bit of bread for the birds.]
Maybe possibly-forgetful-future-Rose will find it in herself to fall for you again. Maybe you'll move on, and find someone else, or stay single for a while. Just don't fling yourself at her as if love itself has tied a blindfold over your glasses, spun you around more times than you can count, and handed you a bat called "hurt feelings". Which I sincerely hope even you wouldn't be dumb enough to try, but a whole horde of romantic films have taught me that romantic feelings make people act like shitheads.
[And maybe a bit of personal experience, but he doesn't want to get into that.]
And of course you would rather think about her remembering and everything, but advice doesn't do a damn thing if you cram your head up an ass full of shitty optimism and nothing else.
If all else fails, I'm the sorry globelicker dumb enough to hunt you down and drag you out of your misery.
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[He falls silent for a second. Wow that is totally not where he was trying to steer this conversation at all.]
Thanks for letting me whine about this though. I will try not to fall too deeply into the misery pit so as not to make your job too terribly hard. Maybe if I am really careful, I won't even fall in at all! [He laughs.] Let's talk about something else though, this is getting a little too depressing for my tastes.
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Then pick a subject. Forewarning: ducks are boring as shit, as if your weird slimy consort, so any and all attempts at those subjects will get you shoved in the pond. Drying yourself with fancy god tier dipshit powers will get you shoved in again.
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[Cowl, John. It's a cowl.]
But let's see um... [He leans over and pulls a piece of bred out of the bag, ripping off a few pieces and tossing them into the water.] oh! Hehe, since I never actually asked you about it before, how did the rest of your week as Katcat go?
[This seems like a good, not boring but also not depressing topic of conversation, yes.]
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[Close enough.]
Don't call me that, either. You're not Nepeta; you have no excuse.
But I wound up staying at Dualscar's place with the Signless, the Psiioniic, Eridan, Nepeta, and Sollux. Not as cramped as it could have been when half of us were animals of small size, but it at least kept us around people with thumbs. It was fine, I guess? I was a cat. Barring annoying and frustrating instincts, and Gamzee's visit, it wasn't that bad.