[Phone]

[For anyone who has been talking to Karkat in the past few weeks, he's definitely been excited for prom, at least in a panicked, overestimation of prom's importance kind of way. But his tone of voice in this call says otherwise; all of his interest in participating was fucked over by Terezi being droned. So Friday afternoon, he'll make an angry call to try and dampen everyone else's spirits.]

Okay, you know what?

Fuck prom. You're all pathetic.

We should be doing something productive, we should be trying to actually win against this place, but no, we have to do human dress up dance party mating rituals. I guess I should be pleased, since no one who ever makes plans here ever accomplishes anything other than holding us back. I guess it's all up to me.

...Haha, just kidding, that was what we call a hilarious joke. There's no point to anything we do, but there's especially no point to this particular display of worthless human garbage. Have fun fucking around, just know that from where I'm sitting you look like a bunch of grubs rolling around in their own shit and thinking it's fun.

[A. ❖ Phone]
Right, for those that remember my last call...I got really busy again. Anyone who wanted waffles should give me their address again and I will gladly get them out too you.

And about that cafe idea I proposed at the same time, I think I'm going to go through with it. I just don't know where to put it since I can necessarily use the garage. If it's okay with everyone else I'll either put it in the basement or build a small shack in the backyard. I'm also going to need waiters and waitresses and a few other cooks that know how to cook things other than just Belgian, Dutch, German, French, and churros.

If you're interested I guess you could apply over the phone or in person. If you want to apply in person then my address is 5718 Cunningham Ln.

[B. ❖ Phone ❖ Filtered to Rika]
I really hope this works...

Um...hi. I'm really sorry it took so long to get back to you, but do you still want to learn how to make waffles for your friends?

If you want you can come over to my house today and I'll show you!

[Phone | Unfiltered]

Helloooo~??

[She's holding the phone in a rather... Odd way. Typical for a child her age.]

How the heck does this thing work?! This is weird! HEY! If anyone's there, say something! Don't be a dummy!!

[Geez, the people around here were so weird... Well, at least a good amount of them, anyway. They all acted like they had no brains!! Really weird...]

Hey... Has anyone seen my sister? Her name is Parasoul and she has red hair and she's super tall and she has a big butt! You can't miss it!

[A pause.]

... OH RIGHT! If anyone's seen Hungern or even has him, give him back right now, or else!

[Action: ANYWHERE]

[Well, now one could see the small, young girl was walking around town with a certain degree of vehemence. She had no idea what was going on, but she was extremely bored. Wasn't there any kids to play with? Or even an adult! She wasn't going to be picky...]

[action, park, night]
[Hilda was droned. 

...

Not that she was family, or even really anything to him apart from an admirable up-and-coming young trainer he would be glad to mentor.  Not that he despaired for his own well-being with the loss of the strongest trainer in the world.  Not even that he was losing the last link to his home.  What was it, then?  Simply... a restlessness.  A restlessness he hadn't felt in some time.  For the sake of those whom he would guide, he had always suppressed any less than virtuous urges.  ...Perhaps that was it, then.

In the park, Grimsley's fist smashes into the trunk of a tree with surprising strength.  The bark splits open.  As do his knuckles.  He watches the thick blood drip slowly from his wound into the earth below, a strange gleam in his eyes.  ...It would, perhaps, not have been out of character for him to lick it.  

Within the shadows, he releases his team in one sweep of a hand.  Liepard, Bisharp, Drapion, Krookodile, and Scrafty stand silently at attention, seemingly receptive of their master's mood.]

Fight.  Have no care for your surroundings.  Fight as you were meant to fight.

[With a nod, he steps back and folds his arms.  The ensuing melee would continue until early morning, leaving a good section of the park razed.  Oddly enough, no cries or commands or even grunts and screams would be heard.  Only the sound of blade on wood and claw on flesh.  ...The master of the Dark didn't grow to become so by walking solely in the light.]

[action, 5722 Cunningham]
[The next morning, Grimsley appears in the kitchen with a heavily bandaged right hand, making some noxious concoction in the blender by unscrewing bottles of some sort of aerosol and dumping its contents inside.  It can't seem to decide whether it wants to be sickly green, sludgy brown, or putrid purple.  He'll take a spoonful after a bit and sample it.]

Perfect.

[And then, for some reason, he will head down into the basement with the drink.]

[A: the record store / action / PREVIOUS THREADERS]

[ For anyone she has spoken with about parties, she was waiting for them to show up. She saw them around a few times and decided to finally throw an offer of meeting up at the local record store.

She was planning on finding a nice selection of music for a party she hopefully would be able to work into her not-busy schedule. Her day-planner was 365 pages of empty. Roxy was simply flipping through the selection, waiting anxiously because jesus fuck, anything was better than playing hopscotch with the neighbors kids again. ]

[B: the record store / action / STRANGERS WELCOMED]

[ For any people Roxy hadn't spoken to about a party, she was just a normal blonde girl busying herself while looking through the stacks of records. She doesn't stand out much; her blond hair in loose curls and only a striped scarf abnormally hanging from her neck. It wasn't until she would speak up in disbelief, rolling her eyes in an annoyed fashion. ]

Does anyone know where the hell some sweet tunes are? Don't know if I'm blind or missing the non-stupid section. I doubt 'The Andrew Sisters' are dropping the base or anything like that.

[C: burger bonaza / action / STRANGERS WELCOMED]

[ What she wouldn't give for something cooked! Scrounging up her lunch money, she threw away the silly ham and cheese sandwiches for a chance at something good. Something American, like she read in those shitty novels her Mother wrote. A double quarter pounder with cheese was non-existent, but a Big Bonzo Burger was.

Too bad that Roxy found herself in the place was full of people on a Saturday night. She was bumping into people left and right while waiting for a table to become available. If this was what the low-class place was like, she could only imagine how roomy the snobby lounges were. ]

[PHONE]

...O-Oh Sora's droned. She's gone. Um...

Um. I just thought anyone who knew her should know.

I won't be at work for a few days..


ACTION; On the Porch

[She's holding Sora's sword on her lap, the cape draped over her shoulders. Of course Sora would have wanted these things sent to her...This sword isn't from home though and she isn't sure what to do with it. Maybe it was time to finally learn how to use a sword. Or her gun. She couldn't count on Sora to come to her rescue anymore.]


ACTION; PARK

[SEE KOHARU WITH A SWORD.

SEE KOHARU ALMOST CUT A FLOWER OFF ITS STEM.

SEE KOHARU MISS AND STUMBLE.

Also see that Koharu shouldn't wear her school uniform while she's trying to learn how to handle a sword from an angel]