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WHO: karkat and you!
WHERE: various locations, two prompts are at the high school though.
WHEN: forward dated to monday (4/10)
WHAT: guess who has two thumbs and just regained his troll horns? THIS GUY.
WARNINGS: none at the moment except for explicit language from karkat!

a; morning at recollé high

[ if you share a first period 12th grade english class with karkat, you will notice that at one point he gets up to go to the bathroom, leaving his backpack at his desk. you will also, eventually, notice that he just never comes back. it's almost like he just suddenly decided to skip altogether, which is a little weird considering all of his stuff is still at the classroom? he misses the rest of the class. if you have his phone number maybe you text him to see what's up?

likewise, if you enter one of the boys bathroom, you might spot karkat fussing over himself in front of the mirror. when he sees you come in, he will immediately stop what he's doing to rush into one of the bathroom stalls. you might catch what looks like two, small orange shapes on his head?? weird. anyway, karkat has made this bathroom stall his home and he is just camping out in here for whatever reason. ]

b; afternoon at recollé high

[ or it's his home until security kicks him out of the bathroom.

so now you might run into karkat frantically speed walking through the halls. he seems to have acquired a hat, which is fine, except for whenever a teacher makes him take it off in which case karkat goes back to covering his the top of his head with his hands.

whether you spot him while he's wearing the stylish hat or while he is trying to cover his new nubs on his head, he is not going to look very happy. ]

The "what the hell are you looking at?" line is really goddamn cliche, but I swear to god I will unironically use it if you don't stop staring.

c; late afternoon, all around the city

[ while karkat would love to just run home the second school ends, he unfortunately has shit to do today. you might spot him returning books to the library, or maybe at the freshens, buying pet food for his army of cats. maybe you run into him in the streets! no matter where you see him, though, he is going to be nervously tugging down his very fashionable hat and glaring at anyone who looks at him for longer than two seconds.

at one point you can even spot him inside the retrospec building! if you're on the outside, it'll just look like he's talking to himself. if you pop inside, you will discover that he is, in fact, talking to himself! well. he's yelling. at the nonexistent staff. ]

-- and hey, maybe next time you can turn my fucking dick into candy corn too, so that way when you're choking on it it'll be more pleasant, you shady, poor excuse of--

[ maybe you should just shut the door and walk away tbh. ]

d; evening, grub mart

[ finally, late at night, you can find karkat at his job at grub mart, a convenience store in tisse. unfortunately, due to dress code, karkat is not allowed to wear his hat, so his horns are just out there. he keeps trying to hide them like he had been earlier, but at this point he more or less has completely given up on life and is ready for death.

seriously just end him. ]

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[She pulled her hand back when he stepped back. No, she could understand the wish not to be touched, but they were honestly curious. His comment, though, made her laugh behind the hand as it pulled back, a little snicker and giggle caught in her throat while she nodded to his question.]

You are being sarcastic. I am growing accustomed to it. [She frowned a little. Did she broach it further, or not draw attention to it? She looked around at the quiet store and sighed.] Yes, this is all that I am buying for this evening. But, are you alright?

[ he is definitely not alright. but he already had one kind of breakdown over it in front of someone earlier, and he doesn't want to embarrass himself any further. and anya at least had the added context of knowing about some of his weird memory visions, which are part of the reason he's freaked about this. ]

I look like I'm goatkin. So, sure, I'm fine.

[ he'll scan the gatorade then. ]

...Goatkin? [She had to think about this. Forgive her, Karkat, but internet culture and the whole 'kin movement wasn't something she was regularly familiar with. After a moment, though, she raised a finger and made an 'ahah' looking motion with her mouth.]

Yes, I think that I understand. [Not even close.] But, well... no, I will not try to put a better construction on this. Still, other than not mentioning the obvious or that they actually look a little cute, is there anything I can do to help?

First of all, even though you just said you wouldn't say that they're cute, you kind of just said it anyway by saying that at all?

[ he isn't sure how he feels about them being called cute. it's weird to think anything positive about them, really, he wants to rip them out?? that'd hurt though. ]

You can use that fork of yours and just end my misery.

[She laughed uncomfortably and shook her head.] Well then, it would appear that I am out. They are cute. But that will be the last that you hear me say it.

[The uncomfortable look worsened and she reached up to scratch her head, looking away while she put the money down on the counter and swallowed.]

They slipped a knife into my unmentionables drawer, actually. But I will not be putting you out of any misery. I rather like you, despite all of the surliness.

A knife.

[ with her underwear. getting weapons sent to you via the mail already seemed like a threat, but finding something like that tucked in your drawers is... well it definitely seems like something the mob or something would do? ]

Just like how you found that coat in your closet then... Huh.

Feeling like it was something that I had known all my life, but never remembering owning in the first place... almost like I'd put it there in case someone broke into my home.

[She shook her head.] I am almost beginning to get accustomed to their little interventions. They mailed me a photocopy of a very old piece of paper with no words on it. It's positively ridiculous.

So. Just a... blank piece of paper.

[ this is beyond ridiculous at this point. at least the other items can probably form some kind of story, maybe, but karkat is drawing a blank as to what could be so important about a piece of old scrap paper. ]

But it still felt important to you?

No, a photocopy of a very old looking blank piece of paper. I don't know why, but this feels like an important distinction. So, yes. They have mailed me a fork and ... that, and I've randomly found a cloak and dagger in my home, right before I started learning I was apparently a gymnast all my life.

[She gave him the sort of look that said, oh yes. She was getting used to it, and having none of the 'believing this was me,' though she was starting to like using the horse at the gym. That was actually kind of fun.]

And like you just said... it all feels important to me, natural, like it's me. I'm betting some things do to you as well. [She didn't actually say the nubs. Nope. Buuuuut, she did suddenly remember something Jade had said. A quick look around the room and she lowered her voice.]

Did... you really receive a sickle?

[ he blinks in surprise at the mention of the sickle. it's not something he was really keeping secret since he blabbed about it to like... perfect strangers, but it's kind of funny that chloe of all people found out about it without him telling her. ]

Uh huh. I didn't find it in my underwear drawer, which is still creepy as shit. It was mailed to me.

It is extremely creepy. The idea that they would put it there disturbs me to no end. If they wanted to pretend it was a secret weapon, why not under my pillow?

[She shrugged and glanced around before looking back at him curiously. Her head cocked, and it was time to turn the question back around on him.]

So, then, it feels right that you own it. Like it is definitely your sickle, and nobody else's? Do you remember anything about it or visions involving it?

Nothing. Like half of my visions are of online conversations, actually. It's fucking weird.

[ there's also the time where he got stabbed in one of them, which would have been the perfect time to pull out a sickle? and yet, nada. ]

It's definitely mine though. I can just tell.

Really? Just strange online conversations? Tell me, are you as pleasant and gregarious then as you are normally? [she gave him a little wink. Nope, she hadn't quite given up on teasing him, and that felt safer than the horns... which she still really wanted to poke. What did they feel like? Inquiring minds wanted to know... and to know if they were actually candy corn.] I am almost envious, though. Online conversations sounds much better than some of the ones I've heard of already. It certainly sounds less alarming and crazy.

[ karkat... really does not know how to answer her here, for many different reasons.

a) even he is shocked at how much of an asshole he was in those conversations? like, he has said some mean things to people, but those transcripts he remembers were very "holy fuck why does this me have such a flaming stick shoved up his pisshole"
b) those online conversations were definitely not less alarming or crazy. in fact, they were almost more bizarre than the actual visions he had that were in person instead of online. mainly because he has no idea what they fuck anyone was talking about in them.

but he isn't sure how to say any of this to chloe. karkat, unfortunately, does not know how to explain homestuck yet. ]

I dunno. Nothing we were saying made any sense at fucking all, it was almost like we were speaking some other language.

(OOC: ~~Let's be honest. Even Hussie doesn't know how to explain it. Poor Karkat never stood a chance.~~)

[She thought about that and cocked her head before sighing. Her fingers went up to pinch the bridge of her nose and she finally nodded.]

I... think I understand what you mean. That tea party, the one I remembered at your place? They were looking for something in it. Talking about it left and right. This thing called the Soldats, but none of it made sense. It was like I was missing all the pieces of the puzzle but this one that I just got, and it wasn't even a corner piece.

We're missing too much to know who these people are. Who 'we' are supposed to be. [Yes, she did air-quotes there. She would not admit that she was this person.] And we're supposed to just figure it out somehow.

...ugh. Well, I'll help you with your insane online visions if you ever want, but it sounds like it might be a bit much for me too.

Well. I have someone I can be confused with, anyway, since she's remembering more or less the same things I am.

[ jade, he means. and also dave, but karkat doesn't like dave at all so he's pretending that dave isn't involved in any of this. it makes him feel better. ]

But yeah. There is no fucking way we're going to figure anything out going by what we have now.

You do? [She blinked, the confusion evident in her features for a second, before she piped up.] Wait, do some of your visions involve someone that you know here as well? I had heard someone else was dealing with the same sort of thing, but most don't seem to be.

That... is at least a little helpful, to not be alone in something.

[ he nods his head at that. it's weird in his case, because from conversations he's had, most people who have matching visions with others, they're actually pretty close to that person? karkat has spoken to dave like twice and both interactions went Very Poorly. and while he might consider jade a friend, he definitely isn't close to her so.

basically. this is weird. ]

I wonder why it's like that though.

[It wasn't something that she knew. Until the blackout, she wasn't even aware that some of the visions were shared in the first place, so she knew very little about the topic of shared things.]

I, honestly, have no way of knowing. It is like invisible threads of fate tying us, but not in any way that actually makes sense to us, isn't it?

Maybe the big ball of yarn from Founder's Day was more symbolic than we thought.

[ it's a joke but it doesn't carry his usual tone. if anything karkat just sounds tired. this has been a very, very long day for him.

...if that is a joke, it is a little too close to prophetic to be funny. [She sighed sadly, reaching up and raking her hand through her hair.] Well, if I can help somehow, I would like to. We are not exactly close, you and I, but I would still like to become friends...

and that is what friends do, yes? Help?

Jesus, what is with you people and the whole friendship thing? You can't walk five steps without someone cartwheeling in front of you and trying to hold your hand on the way to buddy mountain.

[ again, he doesn't even sound annoyed by it, just tired. ]

[She laughed a little and leaned forward.]

Yes, well, this is not simply something from the app or our recent lives. I have always been a bit like this, Karkat. I am afraid that you are simply stuck putting up with me.

Ah, but there could be worse fates, surely.

True. I could have tiny orange horns sticking out of my head.

[ at least his usual tone is returning now, so the deprecating joke carries more of its usual bite to it instead of the general sense of tiredness he's had throughout the conversation so far. ]

[She snickered gain and sighed, shaking her head.]

I am buying you a baseball cap for when you are not at work. That or an adorable little hoodie. I think that the latter would set off your personality well. You could shove your hands into the front pockets and glare sullenly at the world.

It would be as if nothing changed! [She clapped her hands together and, having paid, opened the bottle to down just about a quarter of it in a go.]

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