1st Trot

[frothymilk]

[Action - 945 Beulah St]

[Hey Beulah St. Hope you're enjoying waking up to sirens, because as soon as they fade, the screaming will start. Loud, high-pitched screaming that almost sounds like a panicked horse, actually, except that it doesn't stop right away.]

[Then a chair goes flying out the window]

[Phone]

What the fuck is this? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?

[There may be a few who recognize the voice. In theory. It's far more emotive in a terrified sort of fashion than anyone ever has heard it before, and each outburst ends with a little whinny. The owner of this voice is also well known among his friends for being against swearing of all kind]

Highblood, please, oh god, are you there? What is this thing? Hello? Highblood, everything is wrong, where are you, oh gosh please tell me you're normal, oh, I can't bear the thought of your exquisite indigo... [he chokes] like this!

Please, come and kill me again, I don't want to be like this, I feel sick...

Comments

1/3 I hope you don't mind if I action this? sdkjkdsf

[adventuretime]

[Oh what a lively sounding household!]

2/3

[adventuretime]

[Oh wait that's a chair flying out the window.]

3/3

[adventuretime]

[WHAM! Chair: 1 Aradia: 0

Right in the face.]

phone

[foretaste]

There you are, back again, took you long enough!

[pause]

Oh, right, I guess you went back and died! Welcome back.

phone

[frothymilk]

.........

[Oh god, people who's opinion about him he cares about can hear him. Time to compose himself, quickly!]

[Except no, he can't, not with his body like this]

[sob]

Pyrope, I have no idea what you're talking about, but I'm human and it's dreadful and I just want to die, my life is ruined.

phone

[wweh]

[The days Equius was droned were happy for Eridan. That sweaty asshole is back. Oh joy. Guy doesn't know culture if it kicked him in the head, in Eridan's opinion.]
Guess you bein' gone was too good to be true.

phone

[frothymilk]

[Equius's voice is weak now, after his... oh so fun conversation with Terezi.]

You know I have orders to kill you, right?

[crusthatecean]

Oh, great. You.

[He's trying his best not to sound relieved, and since it's Karkat, he succeeds wonderfully. But he is relieved; Equius and Nepeta are the only ones they've been missing, and she can't be far behind.]

[frothymilk]

[Could Karkat possibly make his life any worse?]

[No, no he couldn't.]

I suppose you're going to tell me to get used to it, too.

Well, I won't, and I don't want to. You can't make me. I'm going to be miserable for the rest of my pathetic existence.

Phone

[prissy_hooves]

[...Now there's a familiar voice.]

Equius?

Phone

[frothymilk]

[And that one is unfamiliar.]

[But it sounds lovely]

That is what they call me. My apologies, but I'm afraid that, oh, how did Pyrope put it... ah, yes. They "scrubbed my pan." I don't know you.

[chastesaw]

Oh. Hello, Equius.

[frothymilk]

["You're supposed to be dead," is what he wants to say. But then, so was he, when it got down to it. This place was confusing, and draining, and he just wants to curl up in a corner away from it all]

Hello, Maryam.

[miraculls]

Whooooooooooa, horsebro, you done got yourself all unpanscrubbed and shit? Uhhhh...I don't think culling's a motherfuckin' good cure for nothing though, you should probably all up and find yourself a waste receptacle bin for that nastiness.

[frothymilk]

[Groan. Okay, maybe he had wanted to hear Gamzee's voice when he first picked up the phone. But that was before he found out that he'd be dealing with this idiot and not the splendorous sober Gamzee who had just finished strangling him with his own bow.]

[This Gamzee? Gosh, but he is just the biggest disappointment]

Yes Highblood. I will keep that in mind.

[It's so difficult to keep himself from yelling at Gamzee, to maintain the politeness he always had, but he managed.]

action; before Signless runs off to bro it up with Psii and Milla

[nosigntospeakof]

[What in the world is that noise coming from the drone wriggler's bedroom? Could it be they have a new house guest?

Signless makes his way upstairs to the bedroom where the sound is originating and cautiously knocks.]

Hello?

action;

[frothymilk]

[By now, Equius has turned his desk into a makeshift cocoon. It's a nice, enclosed space, even more so with a blanket thrown over it, and that's somewhat comforting. At least it cuts off the outside world. And with the sheets wadded up on the floor, and the pillow tucked under his head, it's not too uncomfortable.]

[He even found a pair of sunglassed, which was nice]

[But he still didn't want visitors, especially unknown ones]

Go away! Who are you? I don't care, leave me alone!

Action

[fatefullfriend]

[The large orange wolf that was out in the yard jumps out of the way of the falling chair and then looks up at the broken window. With a sigh, she heads into the garage.

A buxom redheaded woman with wolf ears and a tail comes out shortly after that with a box and gloves. Soon she's picking all the broken glass up and taking care of it. Once that's done, she grabs the chair and carries it back inside.]

Whichever one of you threw the chair out the window owes me a box of biscuits!

Action

[frothymilk]

[By now, Signless has managed to coax an extremely reluctant Equius out of his room. And he's sitting curled up on the couch in the living room with a glass of milk, staring at this... girl... with a sneer that clearly says "how dare you speak to me in that tone."]

Excuse you? And why would I do that?

phone;

[cullscuttlefish]

...I don't think I've ever heard you curse before, Equius. Though - and I do not mean this in any kind of ordery way - I don't recommend you do that in front of...certain other trolls who are here. Don't worry, we don't care, but please don't repeat my mistake of saying 'oh shit' to Her Imperious Condescension.

Actually, it would be better for everyone if you just didn't talk to the Condesce. At all. I can make that one an order if need be.

phone;

[frothymilk]

Please forgive my distasteful language, Princess. I was just so upset, it slipped out... [He really does sound contrite about it, too]

[pauses] Even she is here?

[phone]

[noluckduck]

Dude, ya don't just fuckin' say you wanna die on the phone here. There's people crazy enough to actually kill ya.

[phone]

[frothymilk]

So? And if I truly do want to die? What then? I should hardly think it matters to you.

[Action]

[ghostlygames]

[peering into his room curiously. Looks like she has a new sibling. And he's not taking the whole thing very well.]

[Action]

[frothymilk]

[Nope, not at all. In fact, he's hiding under the desk now, which he's turned into a blanketfort/cocoon.]

[Phone]

[shesapir8]

Darkleer?

[Phone]

[frothymilk]

Who?

[kleptophile]

...uh...is there a reason you sound like a demented horse?

Also, did you really ask someone to kill you? 'Cause, I mean, entirely aside from how fucking messed up that is, it won't help. You'd just come back tomorrow.

Oh. Oh. Lyn. Callie. :D<3

[frothymilk]

because reasons is why. It is simply the way I am. [hrff.]

It would make me feel better.