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Who: The Psiioniic and...?
Where: primarily Larmline apartments
When: 3/18 throughout the day
Status: Open

[ The routine of a Helmsman usually involves more powering interstellar space travel and unspeakable agony. In the bubble-city of Vatheon, however, it is a slow and surprisingly calm routine for the most part.

The Helmsman makes breakfast for three or maybe even four, just in case. He takes a cup of tea up with him as he checks on his bees, assures their health, and spends an hour or two up on the rooftop. Back down to the hive to watch television of dubious quality, then make lunch, and back to those shows that really don't make much sense at all. It's serious business, the study of human culture via television programs.

It's odd how often Vatheon Shore seems to come on, too.

A few hours like that, back to the bees, and back down again. Run the occassional errand, never going terribly far from the hive, and then it's dinner. All the while, his thought bubble is just a stream of incomprehensible code.

At some point, he might even talk to people. ]

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[As much as Karkat has tried to avoid contact with others this week, barring a couple trusted exceptions, life's necessities do not come to a halt just because he doesn't want to deal with them this week. Things run out, and need to be restocked. Eridan's good at whining. That's why, despite all personal wishes, the nubby-horned troll has hauled off to the supermarket. If only he could have waited one more day!]

[So long as he's here, though, he intends to make it quite. Rushing around, nabbing things off shelves, jamming them in the basket he's carrying - a cart would just slow him down! - he makes his way through the store. Anything big will have to wait until the bubbles are gone, and right now, he is utterly failing to outrun his own.]

Not thinking anything weird, no way, no how. No one can hear my thoughts, no one can see them, no one can read them! Groceries, groceries, god damnit why did Eridan make me go now--groceries. Shit, we need--

Oof!

[Both he and the words spoken from his bubble are interrupted when he smacks his head into a floating bag of sugar. This is what he gets for focusing more on whoever might be behind him than where he's actually going.]

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[ Oof? The Helmsman hadn't been paying particularly good attention to his surroundings, he rarely did, but the sudden impact against one of the objects he was carrying has him floating around the corner of one of the aisles, peering curiously.

He frowns when he sees the young man, concerned. ]

Karkat Vantath, hath my food gathering cauthed you damage?

[Karkat backs up a step or two, one hand coming up to massage at the side of his head. A bag of sugar may not be a weapon, but it is solid enough when you smack your face into it. The glow is telling even before the Helmsman makes his appearance.]

Has your food gathering caused me damage?

[He sounds the words out like they're a foreign language.]

Couldn't you just ask if I'm alright or something? For that matter, I'm fine, I just--didn't see it there. Who the heck floats everything around like that anyway? Can't you use a basket or a four-wheeled porting cage?

I have encountered no other thionicth, tho I do not know if any otherth are capable of thith feat. [ He tilts his head faintly, a certain amount of incomprehension at the young man's ramblings. ]

I do apologithe. I can uthe a four wheeled porting cage, yeth. It ith not beyond my abilitieth.

[ Almost sheepishly, if that were possible, a grocery cart is tugged over towards them with that telltale glow. ]

Unless she lost them when she went god tier for some reason, Aradia has psionics. So does your descendant, if he were here. And they're no slouches, either; they flung meteors around in our fight against the Black King in Sgrub.

[But there, a cart, that's better. Karkat's posture relaxes some.]

I didn't expect to see you even getting groceries. I would have thought the Signless would be the one to handle that.

[His thought bubble uncontrollably adds:]

I'm not even sure what you do normally, anyway.

[Don't mind him shooting a glare at it.]

[ Hmm, things he didn't know: Aradia is quite the multitalented young lady. As Karkat speaks, a variety of groceries float over the assorted aisles to neatly pile up in the cart. Apparently there is a reason that Psii does the shopping. ]

I perform motht domethtic choreth in my hive, ath well ath thome for Orphaner Dualthcar. Without the ability to perform my primary objective, thith thythtem focutheth on lether tathkth.

[That is definitely a tongue sticking out at the Dualscar mention. Classiest disapproval, it's his.]

Dualscar? That lazy asshole should get his own stuff. You shouldn't have to act as his servant when you're free here.

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hopefully this works

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since this is before Sollux showed up again

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