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vatheon2012-03-13 05:29 pm
unconchonable) wrote in vatheon2012-03-13 05:29 pm
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Who: Eridan & Karkat
What: SURE IS CURSE SHENANIGANS.
Where: Their hive!
When: Backdated to the 11th for curse shenanigans!
Status: Closed like Madagascar in Pandemic 2.
[There were two things Eridan notices when he gets out of bed. 1) it must be time for another curse, because 2) there sure is a fucking thought bubble floating over head. Goddamnit, since when did curses repeat themselves? Were the scientist low on the idea trough? Or did they think it hilarious to pry into the minds of everyone here? Either which way, this wasn't exactly a curse Eridan enjoyed all too much last time. Though, there certainly was more at risk then than now.]
[It still sucks. Either way, he leaves his respiteblock, in search of Karkat, simultaneously wondering if this is the brightest of ideas, because he knows of what he thinks about when looking for Karkat and from what he can tell, while the last time his thought bubble did the whole words thing, this one seems to be along the lines of images, which CERTAINLY is more telling.]
[Regardless of this, he's at Karkat's respiteblock door, knocking idly. He hasn't even gone to make himself pretty yet! Karkat's more important right now, or maybe bitching about this curse is.]
Hey, Kar? You in there?
[God, maybe he can just hide it like Karkat did before. Either way, he certainly hopes that Karkat doesn't come out, or at least upon him if he isn't in his room, at this exact moment, because his usual stream of Karkat-thought is going on, which includes images of first Karkat himself, with a red as fuck background, probably more so concerning with his flushed feelings than Karkat's actual blood color, but then it goes on to be Karkat's ass--always dat ass ok. Before going to the idea of, huh sure would be nice to give Karkat a smooch this morning, which leads to the imagery of Eridan and Karkat kissing, before his thoughts go back to something along the lines of Karkat having his own thought bubble and Eridan creeping on those thoughts, all with proper imagery of the both of them.]
What: SURE IS CURSE SHENANIGANS.
Where: Their hive!
When: Backdated to the 11th for curse shenanigans!
Status: Closed like Madagascar in Pandemic 2.
[There were two things Eridan notices when he gets out of bed. 1) it must be time for another curse, because 2) there sure is a fucking thought bubble floating over head. Goddamnit, since when did curses repeat themselves? Were the scientist low on the idea trough? Or did they think it hilarious to pry into the minds of everyone here? Either which way, this wasn't exactly a curse Eridan enjoyed all too much last time. Though, there certainly was more at risk then than now.]
[It still sucks. Either way, he leaves his respiteblock, in search of Karkat, simultaneously wondering if this is the brightest of ideas, because he knows of what he thinks about when looking for Karkat and from what he can tell, while the last time his thought bubble did the whole words thing, this one seems to be along the lines of images, which CERTAINLY is more telling.]
[Regardless of this, he's at Karkat's respiteblock door, knocking idly. He hasn't even gone to make himself pretty yet! Karkat's more important right now, or maybe bitching about this curse is.]
Hey, Kar? You in there?
[God, maybe he can just hide it like Karkat did before. Either way, he certainly hopes that Karkat doesn't come out, or at least upon him if he isn't in his room, at this exact moment, because his usual stream of Karkat-thought is going on, which includes images of first Karkat himself, with a red as fuck background, probably more so concerning with his flushed feelings than Karkat's actual blood color, but then it goes on to be Karkat's ass--always dat ass ok. Before going to the idea of, huh sure would be nice to give Karkat a smooch this morning, which leads to the imagery of Eridan and Karkat kissing, before his thoughts go back to something along the lines of Karkat having his own thought bubble and Eridan creeping on those thoughts, all with proper imagery of the both of them.]
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[Which is not particularly something he wants showing to anyone who looks in on his bubble. Even if it's just words across the surface, his thoughts are his thoughts, not something to be picked at by anyone! Memos were embarrassing enough in retrospect without them showing the full internal process of his mind. Filters are important!]
[Which is in turn why, by the time Eridan knocks, Karkat is engaged in a battle of trying to out think his own thought bubble. If he just thinks fast enough, or too much at once, it won't work, right?]
[Spoilers: it still works. Eridan? What's he thinking? Wait, what if he sees--Shit!]
Y--yeah I'm here, but don't come in! I would pop this stupid bubble if I had the chance but the thing absolutely refuses to burst, of course, and I can't make it stop otherwise, so I'm going to have to cover it. I imagine you already did it with yours, right?
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[Of course, Eridan didn't want his OWN thoughts to be completely revealed either but... Karkat doesn't have to try to be so adamant about hiding them. Could make a troll wonder what exactly he's hiding. Eridan's own bubble forming images of Karkat hoarding his damn bubble from him, looking awful suspicious while doing it. Which, Eridan isn't even paying any mind to his own bubble, just frowning at Karkat's door, arms crossing over his chest.]
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[Fuck me with a broom, that is totally what I just said. He rubs a hand across his face.]
Just listen, okay? I don't want my thoughts being on public display. It's like--like walking around nude or something but it's your think pan.
[Nude think pan? That's stupid, don't use that again. But walking around--No, no, don't think that, DON'T THINK THAT.]
I might live with you and share stuff with you but there are issues of personal privacy at play that having a floating peephole to my sponge grossly violates.
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[Augh, he should have known and if this wasn't enough already to piss him off, he'd probably be even more pissed if he looked at the bubble behind him, what with that picture of himself with the words IDIOT over head. He almost wants to just enter the room himself, tell Karkat to get over it, but he's not THAT much of a douche. Maybe to someone else, but not Karkat. So instead...]
Well... I'm just gonna go to the ablution block then, if you're plannin' on hidin' like a fuckin' grub all damn night.
[HUFF!]
1/4
2/4
3/4
4/4
[There's the sound of fabric as he yanks a blanket off his bed.]
--and I'll get the thing covered and I'll be out, got it?
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[HE'LL JUST SHOWER AND PRIMP AND THINK OF BETTER THINGS THAN WHAT HE IS RIGHT NOW. Like the possibility of actively avoiding Karkat this week if it means so damn much to him to hide his thoughts from his own fucking matesprit. Who cares if maybe this could be a somewhat bonding experience between them, a measurement of trust and openness or something romantic like that! Kinda like that curse a couple months back with the confessions and stuff, BUT WHATEVER.]
[Eridan will just take his rageshower(AND TAKE HIS SWEET TIME TOO) while Karkat deals with his fucking bubble! He can just wait for him, that's what he gets for pissing Eridan off! He's clearly the mature one here.]
1/3
[Is he really... Damnit.]
You know what? Fine! Be that way.
[Pfft, like I give a shit. Stupid jackass anyway, I bet he'll bitch when HIS bubble starts giving him trouble.]
[While Eridan storms off to take his shower, Karkat finally takes his leave of the room, grumbling in his thoughts the whole time. The blanket he still has with him. What does he need? Duct tape. He can always get a new blanket, and it's better than towels like last time when they're so associated with Equius.]
[The process of actually getting it all on there is a slow one, though. Firstly the bubble doesn't want to cooperate, seeming to slip to the side whenever he tries to pull the blanket over it, or floating to a different height when he tries to toss it over the top. Persistence, however, wins out--though it does mean he has to half-wrestle the thing into submission. Then comes the taping, something he's thorough in. It just wouldn't do if he only secured a few bits and left enough leeway for someone to peek in past a fold, or just plain left it too easy to tear off. For all he wound up doing that last time, those were extenuating circumstances. Plus, the long process of deciding how to apply tape keeps his thoughts fairly occupied for much of Eridan's ablution.]
[As he smooths on the last strip of duct tape, he thinks to himself, There, that should--] --be enough.
2/3
3/3
FUCK!
FUCK!
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[So, being dressed in nothing but a towel, what does Eridan do? He's on his way to investigate! Once he finds Kar, he does little to hide his own bubble, let alone himself. Though, his bubble doesn't give anything too telling away, just an image of Karkat with a purple question mark behind it. He places his hands on his hips, staring first at the bubble, then at Karkat.]
What's the matter? You got the damn thing cowered.
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Shit, shit, how do I--
[Solution? Latch onto the thing and try to muffle the sound! Surely that will work, right? He peers back over at Eridan as he speaks, intending to look irritable and foreboding despite basically hugging a blanket ball. He instead winds up--]
Why does that always catch me of guaaAAGH, NO, NOT THINKING THAT, NOT--
SHUT UP, SHUT UP, STUPID THOUGHT BUBBLE!
[--shouting and red in the face.]
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What always catches you off guard, Kar?
[He knows damn well what does, but that doesn't mean he can't tease. Don't mind how his bubble is definitely making a copy of himself in a towel as he thinks of the answer for a moment. But also, he sees the problem now. Karkat's bubble is an audio one, seems like he's straight out of luck this week, and in a way? This kinda is a small victory on Eridan's part.]
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Great job, self, this is not the time to--to--
Pfuhh. Fuck. Shut your word tube or I will forcibly jam this whole thought bubble down it until you are shitting out the contents of my brain. This stupid thing is trolling me, I know it. Before it was text like it's damn well supposed to be--[He glares at it.]--but as soon as I got the last piece of tape on, it switched to audio announcements of every thought through my head.
And this is embarrassing enough without your input.