♋ PCG 7

[crusthatecean]

[Phone]

[It's probably been awhile since you're heard this particular grumpy voice over the phone lines. Ever since his truth babble, he's been avoiding this particular form of communication. Karkat's still been out and about in town, but this is the first time since then that he's made any sort of public phone contact.]

Morning, everyone! It's me, your old pal Karkat! Can everybody in the world hear me right now? I wouldn't want to leave anyone out! Gosh, this is such a natural, not at all uncomfortable, and, dare I say it, fun means of communication that I can't imagine why anyone would ever not use this system!

Well, if you're all paying super close attention to whatever clearly important thing I decided to talk about today, I have a question. It's about pan scrubbing. Or whatever you call it. Droning is a pretty fucking idiotic term if you ask me. It sounds like pretentious highblood drivel, but knock yourselves out.

Are there any noticeable cycles or signs whatsoever that a person is gone, that a person is coming back, or why a person would be droned again and again, or has anyone else come to the conclusion that it exists for the singular purpose of just plain hard turnways fucking us over? Here, have your dead best friend back, good as new! Oh, wait, no, just our little prank, ha. ha. ha. Here, have the person you...none of your business, assholes, but go ahead and sort out all your little problems between you two and get back on the right hoof. There, finished? Okay, now try again. And again, because we'll just keep on panscrubbing away every time you make any progress.

Wow, do I sound like a whiny little bitch, or what? Yeah, there it is. That was my question.

Comments

[echidna]

[ Not!Sister out of nowhere! ]

You did sound a little whiny!

[ She laughs a little, but her expression turns serious. She has a feeling she knows exactly who he's talking about. ]

But I think I know what you mean. [ See: the Dave drone she has been pointedly avoiding ever since she found out such a thing existed. ] It really fucking sucks.

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

Thanks, that was what I was going for. The people have developed expectations for my public exclamations and I don't want to disappoint. Why else bother asking a question you already know the answer to?

[echidna]

[ She rolls her eyes, offering something of a sympathetic smile. ]

I wish I knew more about this... [ She hesitates, not sure which word to use for it. ] panscrubbing. Do you think there's a way to learn more about it? Maybe there's a way to fix it!

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

I doubt there is.

Well, okay, there probably is a way to fix it, it's just completely beyond our means and instead entirely at the whim of an existence that hates us. But yeah, that has to be the plan. There's nothing else productive to do.

[echidna]

I'm just brainstorming.

[ And she's trying to be productive, jeez, work with her here! ]

What do you think we should do then Mr. I know everything but ask all these questions anyway??

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

Does it really look like I know the answer? If I was pitying myself any harder here I'd have to invite myself back to my cocoon for a night of shameful sweaty self-stimulation as we gaze on our lives and quietly weep.

I'll do anything you think will help, but I haven't learned anything useful.

[echidna]

[ ...

Karkat why are you so weird. ]

I haven't actually been here that long, and the only weird thing I've seen happen was that truth telling thing. [ She sighs, trying to think of something that might actually be helpful. ] I'm sure if we put our heads together we can come up with something!

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

Okay, that may be possible in the long run, but for the time being I have nothing.

I mean, I thought maybe spending time with them might draw them back to us like they were our long lost love in a coma but I'm not sure I have the type of presence that draws people back.