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[tipsygnostalgia]

so it seems its that time where they r bringing in new recruists and it got me thinking
how do they know waht ppl to being in?
* bring
i mean is it totally random and they dont even know wtf is being brought in
or is there throught proceess behind it?
also what if you are literally stoot in a group of ppl at the time and only 1 gets brought in
like hmm we have this cute guy w/glasses here who all sorts of knows how to shoot guns and has daily fighting practice w/robobs and animals
or the sweet girl thats heiress to an evil empire and survives all these assassinasstion attempts shed b so cool 2 have
or the evne hotter guy w/ rad ninja sword skills who a better fighter than anyboby weve seen who could build us deadaly robots
but no
screw them we will leave them all there
lets take that drunk girl right there who was dead just a min ago since she obvs has all the skills an winning army needs

so does anybody know at all
i mean mayeb it was mentioned before and i wasnt really lsitenign or something idk
* lisgtening
..
* listening
ha take that red squiggley line

i guess i just wondered why it was me that got brought here
and i miss my freinds :(

p.s. hi 2 all new peeps if id idnt say hi already

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[honkalypse]

Okay. I'll be right up in here. Not going to be nowhere else until you get to returning here.

[He says that like a reassurance, but it sounds like he's trying to reassure himself more than Karkat.

And with that he finally disappears into the bathroom, but he leaves the door partway open. He remembers to take his clothes off first, and well, there is soap so he proceeds to scrub all of himself down with it. Then his clothes. It's for Karkat so he's trying to be thorough.]

[crusthatecean]

[Karkat will duck out and go looking around for supplies, it will probably be a good twenty minutes before he gets back. But he'll come back with a clean towel, some shampoo and a hair brush, and some antiseptic and band-aids.]

[honkalypse]

[Gamzee has just shuffled out of the bathroom in very wet clothes when Karkat returns. His face lights up and the little honk is a sound of relief.]

Karkat! Got my self all scrubbed up in here, bro.

[His clothes probably still have soap bubbles in places, and he's managed to scrub open anything that was just scabbed over and not any further healed. And without the makeup his cheeks are a little sunken and there are purple bags under his eyes.]

[crusthatecean]

[Tossing the towel at him! And...immediately checking around the room for any clean clothes.]

Did you really, actually just put sopping wet clothes back onto your body? Or did you, in fact, take your ablution with them still on?

Do you have anything clean and preferably dry anywhere? If you stay in those, they will get bacterial and you will get sick.

[honkalypse]

[Gamzee catches the towel without even blinking and pats at his face a bit. It doesn't really help because his hair is soaking wet, and hasn't been cut in almost a year.]

Didn't be up and thinking a brother could get his wander on without clothes. I don't got no motherfucking digs to be in but these.

[He pauses for a while, looking vague--trying to go through what's left in his sylladex. He doesn't spot any clothes, but that doesn't mean there isn't somewhere...]

I think.

[crusthatecean]

[Facepalm.]

Fine, we'll get you more clothes, too. If there is literally nothing else in this entire block, then at least take them off and wear the towel. Or borrow shit from the humans who live here, or whatever you want to do.

[honkalypse]

[He looks around for a moment, glancing at the doors to the other rooms before brightening and heading to the far wall of his, half obscured by stuff.]

I can get my borrow on. Knowing just what bitch to be having extra clothes--

[There is a hole in the wall. There is no way that hole was cut by anything that wasn't a chainsaw. The room on the other side definitely belongs to a fashionista and Gamzee can just barely squeeze through the hole.]

[crusthatecean]

[F...ollowing...

He'll crawl through the hole much less gracefully.]

Is this Kanaya's room?

You can't look through Kanaya's stuff.

[honkalypse]

[Too late. He's already rifling through her closet like it's an amazing thing. The colors, Karkat, the colors!. If he feels any shame at pawing through a girl's clothes he doesn't show it.]

Bitchsis is down with all the motherfucking colors.

[He stops for a long while at a red dress, almost mesmerized by the color but ends up yanking the blue one next to it off the hanger--ignoring the piece that falls to the floor.

He's probably making puddles on Kanaya's floor, and has very little shame about letting his shirt fall to the floor with a wet smack. It's then that he remembers and retrieves the towel from the floor where he let it fall on attacking the closet's contents. He's bleeding a bit in several places but doesn't look like he's noticing or cares that he might stain that pretty dress...]

[crusthatecean]

Whoa, hold on. If you think I'm going to let you destroy Kanaya's clothes...

[Picking up the clothes he's knocking down and trying to hang them back up, oops.]

Slow down, you maniac.

[honkalypse]

[He actually listens, and then backs off to let Karkat at the closet to put things back.

Gamzee puts his focus into towelling off for the moment, probably getting purple on the towel.]

You're being right. Can't be going all rushed at this shit.

[crusthatecean]

I don't know why you have a chainsaw hole into Kanaya's respite block and I don't want to know, but she is going to be pissed if we ruin her closet. At me.

[Picking up his discarded shirt.]

Dry off.

[honkalypse]

She wouldn't motherfucking dare get her anger on at you. GUT HER, CUT HER COLD THROAT AGAIN.

[He says that protectively, but not without a little bit of want seeping into his voice. He craves it in a way he doesn't really understand, and a part of him wants to be free of.

Though he follows the command without a single complaint, rubbing the towel over himself until he's dry--except for the cuts and scrapes, because he isn't careful with them. Looks like the bath isn't going to be helping the fresh-blood smell any.]

[crusthatecean]

[Sharply]

Kanaya is my friend. A really important friend. You aren't going to do anything like that, and I don't want to hear you threatening her.

[Yeah, he doesn't miss the weird tone, and it's troubling, but. Fuck it, that's what moirails are for.]

Okay, come here, you douche, let me get those cuts before you break them open anymore.

[honkalypse]

[And his mouth snaps shut at the reprimand. He backpedals, like a little kid caught doing something bad.]

WOULDN'T REALLY-- Got all done up with killing each other. CAN'T HURT THE BITCH; SHE'S BEING REAL. She won't leave.

[There's the chainsaw scar on his shoulder that his fingers flutter to, but then he starts clawing at the mark on his throat in a kind of desperate way until it's really bleeding. He means what he says, even if he also wants to hurt her a lot of the time. It's complicated.

He comes closer obediently at the last bit, but doesn't stop scratching at his neck, smearing the blood and drawing more.]

[crusthatecean]

I shouldn't be happy to hear such an appalling statement, but I am.

[Standing on his tiptoes because Gamzee is a tall freak and grabbing onto that hand lightly.]

Stop it. Do I have to put a cone around your head?

[honkalypse]

[His hand is tight and tense when Karkat grabs it, and he makes a low, distressed sound, but by the same token he doesn't resist either, and lets Karkat pull his hand away.]

Wha--?

[The image he in his head is in no way related to reality. He's imagining something more like a traffic cone and it makes no sense.

And yet, it's funny, so he starts giggling. It's high and stressed but still has genuine innocent amusement in it.]

[crusthatecean]

Stop picking at it.

[Shoving up to Kanaya's bathroom and will make him sit on the edge of the bath; at least Kanaya's bathroom is presumably clean and not infested with germs.]

[honkalypse]

Got to be keeping it. Can't let it go. SHE'LL-- Got to keep it.

[As much as he mumbles that, he doesn't resist the shoving and ends up sitting, or more accurately sprawling and looking like he'll tumble and hit his head at any moment but miraculously not.]

[crusthatecean]

I'll handle her.

[Takes the towel and wets it; he'll start to clean up the mess of the open cuts before he'll do anything else.]

[honkalypse]

You'll make her stay?

[Meek, almost, the way he says that and looks through his wet hair up at Karkat.

Yes, he's got a weird idea that if he's not bleeding and wearing her bite marks Kanaya will go away too. It doesn't make sense, but then, a lot of what's in his head doesn't.

He doesn't object, and even seems to almost glow under the care. It feels good in a lot of different ways. Not the least of them being "he's paying attention to me!" Gamzee holds still, and even eventually starts moving to help Karkat get at the cuts without being asked.]

[crusthatecean]

I can't make her do anything, and neither can letting your face get fucked up.

[He feels sort of guilty having to say that, though, when Gamzee obviously wants reassurance.]

I'm here now, I'm not going anywhere. So there's that.

[honkalypse]

IT MAKES HER GET ALL HUNGRY UP AT THIS BROTHER. She'll be staying if she all needs what color is up in me, right?

[He has no idea of the implications of what he's saying, or that being so desperate to keep somebody around would be a bad thing.]

Yes, you're here. Best friend. Best motherfucking friend. You'll stay.

[It's awkward, but he reaches out and pats at Karkat's cheek with a dry corner of towel. There's nothing really to clean or dry, but he wants to do something back so he goes through the motions without really understanding what's behind the urge.]

[crusthatecean]

That's the most disgusting theory I've ever heard, no. And anyway, look at you, you're a fucking wreck, do you even eat? I feel like as long as you're actually emaciated, you probably shouldn't be sharing your blood around for someone else's nourishment.

[Okay, he's totally charmed by this inept pale fumbling, but pushing the towel away so he can start to put bandages on the cuts. It isn't going to do much but will hopefully get in the way of scratching them open.]

[honkalypse]

[Gamzee only fusses a little when the ones on his neck are bandaged, but quickly subsides. The bandages will stay, for now at least. He looks a little like a kicked puppy at the mention of food though.]

I know you told at me to get my eat on. Was hard to keep the remembering from dribbling all down out my pan.

[A hesitation.]

And it was all gooshy and rebelterrorizing down in there what for a long motherfucking time. No food din't want itself up in my digestion sack.

[Actually going out of his way to admit a weakness is harder than he makes it seem, but he feels the urge to help Karkat understand and to... it's okay, right?]