♋ PCG 9

[crusthatecean]

[Action; 1338 Benny Road]

[Karkat took his turn with the milk on the first day, to bring Jade back from kill drone state. He's been dealing with the after effects of the nasty poison that was inside ever since.

But today it was his turn again. He had been too sick the day before to prevent Jade from drinking her share, but this evening he prevented that from happening again by just refusing to go to sleep. Once he heard the milk delivery in the morning, he dragged his ass down to the front door to drink the bottle.

His housemates will find him still downstairs, holding the empty bottle of milk. He has the TV turned on to some infomercial for a groundbreaking new blender, and he's watching in fascination and horror.]

[Phone]

[Karkat's voice sounds hoarse and urgent when he picks up the phone to call Mayfield later that day.]

Okay.

Don't look now.

But the horrorterrors are right behind you.

Oh fuck! You unbelievable dumbass, I told you not to look!

[Action; Around Mayfield]

[Shortly after the phone call, Karkat wanders outside for a little bit, not really paying attention to where he's walking. He's carrying a paper towel roll curved in a way that looks vaguely like a sickle, and is swiping it randomly at the air from time to time.]

[Phone; Later]

[Much, much later that night, an extremely tired but lucid sounding Karkat makes a phone call once again.]

Wow. Uh.

So, I'm sure Jade and Gamzee didn't let me make any phone calls or anything earlier, right?

Just making sure about that.

Comments

[miraculls.livejournal.com]

[also watching the infomercial in fascination, although this is not in the least bit unusual for him whoa how do they get the food all liquidy pure motherfuckin magic]

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

[Slowly. Turns.

Looks at Gamzee.

And falls off the couch, throwing a pillow at him.]

Holy shit! Holy fucking shit, when did you get here?

[miraculls.livejournal.com]

[oh hello pillow to the face so nice of you to join us today]

Uhhh...fuck, I dunno. When?

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

What the fuck.

Did you sneak in here just to fuck with me? What the fuck?

[miraculls.livejournal.com]

Naaaw, bro, I wouldn't do that to you, I ain't some kind of laughsassin what all secretly snapping necks and shit. Just came down to make sure you were all up and okay, best friend.

laaaater, action??

[foretastes.livejournal.com]

[after Karkat is done with the phone, he might notice that Terezi is sleeping on the living room couch, a pillow clutched in her arms. one of the corners is gnawed. it seems like she's been there a while.]

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

[He sees her lying there, but isn't sure whether to believe it. He'd thought he'd imagined finding her earlier. He saw so many other things that weren't there, so why not her?

But here she is and now he's wracking his brain to try and remember what the hell he said to her earlier, because he's sure it was completely stupid and of course the day he was making an asshole out of himself would be the day she came back.

But she's back. He walks over and sits next to her on the couch and waits for her to wake up.]

[foretastes.livejournal.com]

[of course that'd be the day.

it's a little while longer until she begins stirring, and when she opens her eyes, of course she has no idea that he's there. she's met with disappointment again, as if a part of her had hoped she would be able to go to sleep and talk to her lusus (impossible, she's gone) and re-learn what she'd somehow lost. it shows on her face; for once, Terezi does not smile. but then again, she also thinks she's alone.

she knows where she is, though, and ignoring her own disappointment, she lowers the pillow and calls out.] Karkat? Where'd you go?

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

I'm right here.

[Right, that was something he remembers. He was leading her around, which would make sense if Mayfield took away her color smelling thing or however her weird vision works. He puts his hand on hers so she'll have a better sense of where he is.]

I'm not being a fucking moron anymore, by the way.

Hi.

[foretastes.livejournal.com]

[as soon as he speaks and she realizes how close he is, she's immediately grinning again.]

Gasp! How completely surprising. You know, I'm starting to get why you can't stand your past self. Hahaha!

[but she's incredibly relieved to hear that, and just from his voice she can tell he's better from... whatever the hell that had been. she pats his hand absently with her other one, still finding it strange that she can't 'see' it.]

Hi.

phone

[bullsit.livejournal.com]

Uh! I'm sorry, I'm not looking anymore!

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

Bull.

Shit.

What did you do with Tavros, fuckass?

[bullsit.livejournal.com]

Oh, now you think, I am Other Tavros, too, oh, no, I'm really not sure, what to think about this, and am experiencing a pretty personal crisis, involving my identity, I think, I need to sit.

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

This is a pretty shoddy impression, douchebag.

The real Tavros doesn't need to sit because he has no legs. I should know, I remember just how much blood got everywhere when they were horribly chainsawed off. It was like a brownish tidal wave of gore.

[bullsit.livejournal.com]

Wow, okay, everyone seems to be, remembering, these horrible moments today, but okay, yeah, don't you remember the bit after, where, uh, I got the robolegs, which were definitely cool, and also useful, in the ability to sit?

Also, I could still sit, before, you know.

[echidna]

[ Jade doesn't really want anyone else drinking the milk, but dying has kind of knocked the wind out of her, and when she wakes up alive in her bed and hears Karkat heading downstairs she doesn't make any attempt to stop him. It's a little while before she even drags herself out of bed, not even bothering to get dressed, just wrapping herself in her blanket and heading downstairs. ]

Hey.

[ She flops down on the couch beside him, sort of leans against him and pulls her blanket over her head. ]

Are you okay?

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

[Glancing over at her; his expression is definitely off, and he seems to be almost looking through her.]

Hi, Jade.

Good to see you're feeling less dead.

[echidna]

Yeah...

[ Jade isn't looking at him so she doesn't see the difference in expression. Something about his comment does strike her as strange though, so she looks up at him, studying him intently. ]

You drank the milk. [ It comes out something between a question and a statement as her brows furrow together. ] Did it make you sick again? Or...

[ She can't quite put her finger on what's wrong, this might be easier if she didn't feel like shit right now. ]

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

No. No, I'm great. The milk was fine.

[He definitely does not look great.]

It's just the TV show that's really kind of wigging me out.

[echidna]

[ There's definitely something wrong, she just can't figure out what. She glances at the TV, but no, it's still that dumb infomercial playing and generally nothing to wig out about. Unless an amazing juicer for the low low price of 19.99 is your thing.

Jade sighs, sinks against him and closes her eyes. It sucks, because she really doesn't want to deal with any of this. Not this place, or the milk, or anything. But it's not like she can just ignore it either. ]

Maybe you should turn it off then.

[made-this-town.livejournal.com]

What horrorterrors. Are you fuckin' prank calling me, you little shit? I am going to kill you so hard if you are prank calling me.

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

Slick! Hi!

Did you stab them all? I bet you stabbed them all, huh.

[made-this-town.livejournal.com]

There's nothing fucking here except a bottle of milk, moron, and stabbing it didn't work. [as much as slick hates to admit it.] The shit are you babbling about.

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

You stabbed the milk?

Why didn't I think of that! That is a fucking. Amazing. Idea.

[made-this-town.livejournal.com]

As much as I'm glad to hear you've finally wised up to the concept of stabbing equals great idea, what part of "it didn't work" failed to sink into your thick little skull.