I'm thirteen today... I think. It's hard to keep track. Maybe I was really thirteen a while ago but today the date's right.

[Rue can't be seen on screen, she can be heard though, walking around the room.]

I'm not saying it to ask for anything. It... it's just important for me to acknowledge it somewhere.

[As a record, to believe it, to look back and say she survived another year since the reaping, since the arena.]

That's all really.

[And the video ends.]

[So Sollux thought it'd be a good idea to see what Earth movies are like. And with Crank as his only basis thus far, he's 1. not impressed, and 2. confused on a few things.]

Hey.

That movie that was shown last night, used a lot of words I don't know. Human vernacular ith really stupid and weird. Tho everyone should tell me all the thwear words they know and what they mean. There were like twenty onesth I didn't know in that movie, and I thtill don't get what they meant. Thith ith for educational purposes, of course.

Ah, hey. It's... me again. It's Lee.

I'm not real sure how I could my old profession to use yet here, but I figure I can put in some skills to offer. Where I'm from, rebuilding from what's been left behind by others isn't too unusual.

Guess what I'm saying is that you're looking for some basic reconstruction -- walls, floors, that sort of thing -- I could give a hand.

With that in mind, kind of leads to my question. Mostly targeted at any kids around here, but I guess I don't really mind responses from anyone. Are there things here that keep you entertained or occupied?

I have another question for the transports of Exsilium.

How common is it for transports to... disappear, indefinitely? Do not mistake my question as a matter of personal discrepancies - the person I'm concerned about is very unlikely to wander off and not come back without a word to anyone of it, at least not for a period of several days.

Are there any dangerous places nearby that should be avoided? I don't want to jump to the conclusion that he is hurt, but... I am not sure what else to think.

( Action for 705 )

[As Open Action before the post gets made, a rainbow drinker can be seen clattering about half the shops of the city at a breakneck pace - on the streets, this is literal, a blur of supernatural running so fast her clothes are practically dry. She's buying things. A fold-up hexagonal playpen. Blankets. Food, none of it cooked or complex. You usually don't see her carrying too many of these objects at once because she's rushing in and out of the apartment to set them aside. Inside the stores she maintains a more normal pace, though she flickers like a morse code technician out of nervousness.]

[This relatively short video shows nothing of Kanaya except for her voice and softly glowing hands. She's holding a gray sphere about the size of a soccer ball, covered in smaller versions of the orange horns all the trolls possess.]



The restoration of the troll race will take place at four o'clock today in Unit 705. I thought you should be informed if you're a member of our species or care about it at all.

( Homestuck text under the cut )

( Filtered text for Kido and Kano )

( Action for people who show up to 705 )

[The feed turns on to show something that might be an unusual sight. It's Gamzee without his makeup. He's also wearing an extremely irritated and haggard expression]

120 hours, huh? [A deep sigh] I'm just popping in to say that this is Nepeta. Like so many others I've been pulled out of my own body for some stupid reason. [She can't even muster any catpuns right now]

So to those of you who don't know me, I'm a female troll with a blue tail so if you see her around that's currently not actually me. [Of all people to be swapped with. Then again after seeing some of the other posts on the network she supposes it could be worse. That's really all she has to say, and the feed closes]

[Filtered from Roxy but lets face it she could probably crack this open by just looking in it's general direction, he's just...hoping she won't.]

Alright, pay attention, I need some a' you to make yourselwes useful for once. If it's any a' you who can't fight especially consider this payback for sawin' your asses god knows how many times.

I'm sure you all know by now this [WALENTINE'S DAY...] planet got a holiday comin' up centered around your single formed watered down horseshit excuse for romance, I mean we already got a buncha hopeless jackasses who couldn't date 'emselwes out of a paper bag practically throwin' themselwes onto the network askin' for help or more what the fuck they're meant to do.

But considerin' it's sorta more or less expected an' downright good form for two indiwiduals with actual concupiscent goings on to get together an' do somethin', I need suggestions. What the fuck does this shithole ewen hawe that could come close to passin' as some sorta legitimate good time.

She likes Wizards an' Alcohol. Her name's Rox' if you know her.

So.

Get to it.

[Today Nepeta is...kinda looking like she's been run over by a steamroller. Guess who found out that so called elixir was hardly that, the hard way? Yea, this girl. But regardless she is putting on a brave face and smiling, albeit somewhat wanely]

So I have heard that there is a guest run clinic here, or something of the sort. I'd like to volunteer there. I've had some medical training on a military base for the past two years, along with some in...healing. Unfurtunately like the last time I was here I've been having some trouble tapping into it, so if there is anyone out there who could help me in that I'd really appurrciate it.

[A pause and she's reaching over to turn off the communicator before she pauses. The last bit is mumbled]

And if anyone knows anything good fur a hangover that'd be nice too...

BeHoLdInG mY LoOkStUbS aLl At SoMe bItChTiTs MiRaClEs RiGhT nOw.
tHiS iSn'T bEiNg ThE bEaCh I wAs OuT tO gEtTiNg SoMe WaItInG On FoR mY lUsUs At.
BuT tHiS hIvE iS fUlL uP wItH tHe WiCkEd PiCtUrEs.
mAkEs a BrOtHeR fEeL aT hIvE lIkE.
WhAt'S gOt ItSeLf MiSsInG iS tHe WiCkEd ElIxEr.
aNd PiE. :o)
WhErE cAn ThIs MoThErFuCkEr GeT cHiLl WiTh ThAt BiTcHiN sNeEzE aNd SoMe FaYgO?

((ooc: Translation: Beholding my lookstubs all at some bitchtits miracles right now. This isn't being the beach I was out to getting some waiting on for my luses at. But this hive is full up with the wicked pictures. Makes a brother feel at hive like. What's got itself missing is the wicked elixer. And pie. Where can this motherfucker get chill with that bitchin' sneeze and some Faygo?

Which is to say, Gamzee's been kicked back in time to pre-Sgrub, so he's high as motherfuck and the chillest juggalo clown to ever be obsessed with miracles.))

[On the feed, you can see a pretty blonde girl staring at the screen. She's brushing her long hair with one hand, reaching to poke around on the screen with the other.

Finally, she lets out a little sigh, and mutters:]

Same shit, different day, I guess.

[She'll finally look directly into the camera, now, and put on a bit of a smile as she continues brushing her hair.]

So, it looks like I'm one of the few people whose age didn't get screwed around with. Anyone else out there?

Where am I? This isn't the Heartful House.

[standing over the camera is a tiny mourning dove. it might look like a joke, but the words are coming directly of the bird's little beak, and its cold, disdainful birdie eyes are boring down practically into the soul of the viewer.]

Abduction is a felony punishable by law, you know. [the bird pauses, his childlike voice getting a little higher with poorly concealed nervousness.]

Someone will be coming for me soon if you don't release me. It's really in your best interests to let me go before he finds me himself.

If this is your impression of adoption, I'm not interested.

[Perhaps it's his pity riddled mind that causes him to accidentally turn on the audio right now, or maybe he's just tired with how exhausted he's getting lately from his projects. Either way, audio starts up and there's just silent for a moment before a long-]

Hmmm...

And then I suppose, -ah. [A pause, the grating sound of grinding teeth and a tapping sound, before the tapping stops and he speaks again.]

Stalking- with exceptional flocking- of emotional tidings from love affairs to stalwart ridings, yet still the clop's a stopped like a steel fixed blood box in the chest chamber of a royal blue ox. Hmm- [More tapping.]

Yet, to be honest- I'm the fondest- of an exceptional vigor of an exalted figure- not of my own but of another, left to suckle the proverbial udder of budding passion of a most heretical fashion. There I may find my metaphorical bastion to ration my idled mind of deep compassionate abstractions.

Abstractions? Hmmm, perhaps not, no-

[Tap tap tap...]

[When the feed clicks on, it broadcasts the voice of a teenage girl. One that's cold, angry, and deliberate, and becomes progressively louder as time goes on.]

I don't care. I won't do it. I won't-- [She cuts off, maybe as if she's changing her mind about whatever she's trying to do.

If there were to be any addition to that last thought, though, it's going to forever remain a mystery. After that small blip of words, there's nothing but silence over the feed. At least, nothing until...--

WHAM!

For the inhabitants of 901? Yes, that was the sound of a tablet being thrown against a bedroom wall.

You're welcome.]


[[OOC: Open both over the network and action for roommates! Responses will be somewhat ICly delayed :')]]

[Today, you are getting a grey alien kid on the communicator.]

Okay, so apparently we're supposed to introduce ourselves. I can't tell if this is required or not, but what the hell.

Hi. It's Karkat. Here is where my boast about my impressive indispensibility to your army goes, but...look, I don't need to talk up my own shit to you, your stupid human organization is the one that brought me here. Either my value will become obvious or it won't.

Anyway, yes, I'm a troll, I get the impression you've already been introduced to the concept. But please don't make assumptions about me based on the others you've met because let me tell you, this is basically the worst of the genetic slurry poured into a concentrated pool of stench right onto your lap. They are pretty much all top contenders for the biggest embarrassments to the empire in our entire history.

So if you have any questions, you can ask me, probably, unless I get tired of listening to it.

[when the image comes on, Frodo isn't quite framed all the way. He's still figuring the device out, but looks skeptically at it for a moment. Is anyone listening at all? He feels somewhat foolish talking at the object, but it is better to start somewhere and try this...

[There is the slightest pause.The proper thing to do - had this been decent places or decent times - would be to introduce himself, but he doesn't know who is listening. Instead, Frodo goes on ahead]

Has anyone ever managed to leave this place, go home?