Recreational Credit
CPM: [Behold the recreation center!]
CPM: [The first official rec center of Thera Prime stood proudly, unlike many other buildings that had been clustered together in bunches along the few open spots of the planet this area had its own yard to speak of. Out front a nice garden presented the single-story building with fragrant flower patches and bushes that were in need of a good trimming for upkeep.]
CPM: [There were many bags of reddish brown mulch around. A few of the flower beds were already done up and finished, an intrusive vine seemed to be strangling a few bushes and sapping their nutrients, producing a small flower along its crawling and reaching tendrils. Buried in one flowerbed a tall carapacian had his hands in the dirt, humming away in his colorful pastel overalls.]
KURLOZ: *Somehow Kurloz was elected leader of this particular excursion, and the overgrown and /MUTE/ coroner wondered exactly why he ended up with the job. Throwing the body mime into a recreation center to guide his crewmates in assisting with entertainment and... gardening? It was something new for his resume. Kurloz waved for those with him to follow along, taking point as he escorted them into
least the tall ass troll was easy to follow in case of any crowds.*
VRISKA: -Vriska's close 8ehind, trying to get a feel for what exactly they're supposed to do. She didn't know that 8eing a part of this vessel would mean that she had to DO things, 8ut alas, here she is. As long as she views it like a challenge, then she'll pretty much take anything on. Apprently this silent mime was supposed to lead them, 8ut she'll rely on herself, thank you very much! Her eye8row arched in a </c
judgemental fashion as she looked at the garden.- Are you serious? Are we fucking gardening right now?
NEPETA: :33 < *Nepeta was definitely here for a mission! She had all this energy to get out and wow this place s33med really nice, she's taking in the view just oohing and ahhing*
KURLOZ: the center. At least the tall ass troll was easy to follow in case of any crowds.* *
CPM: [There were likely no crowds, in fact there hasn't been a crowd here in a while.....]
MOM: *Gardening? Huh, hadn't done this in a few years but she has a decent enough green thumb!! Its easy to understand once ya' bio engineer your own fast grow green beans (Which are the bomb in caseroles) This mission was gonna be another hopeful cake walk.*
JOHN: *He's also following right along, pretty much just enjoying the change in scenery. The pretty gardens are a much appreciated change from the ship, and the thought of working around here doesn't bother him a bit.*
ERISOLSPRITE: *How did he keep getting roped into these things? He wasn't even registered. Erisol can be found grumbling about how stupid this is as he follows along with everyone.*
KURLOZ: *INCASE OF ANY CROWDS. Perhaps one will show up.*
CPM: [That carapacian heard all the noise and oohing and COMPLAINING so he stands to his height in those dirty overalls and goes to meet the group.]
MOM: *So many negative nancies what the heckers.*
JOHN: *Ikr*
CPM: ["Hello there, I assume you're all the volunteers here to give me a hand!" He guessed because well, no crowds man.]
ERISOLSPRITE: *You try being a positive polly when your life sucks and is crumbling to pieces and sucks on a near constant basis. Negative nancy represent.*
ERISOLSPRITE: *...It totally sucks twice, too.*
KURLOZ: *Kurloz nodded to the carapacian, gesturing towards the (rather unhappy) group with him.*
VRISKA: We're not really volunteers, just saying.
MOM: *Hey shes on a ship with her two daughters that she basically dumped and abandoned, and has like, one friend, a shit ton of alcohol, and back work for miles, but she is still all smiles.*
KURLOZ: *Kurloz glances at Vriska, smiling and shrugging.*
ERISOLSPRITE: al2o iid liike twwo keep my hand2 thank you vvery much.
CPM: [But look at his minimal featured and cartoony face. Look at that pleased smile. He's glad for you guys. He stares a little at those stitches then nods again "Either way I'm simply delighted to have you!"]
VRISKA: You know what? 8lame this on the co-captain. My money's on the fact that it's 8ecause he's got some wriggler pitch crush on me. Likely this is just for agit8tion!
VRISKA: -She's so convinced of this it's not even funny-
MOM: *This is already smelling like a failed mission :0*
JOHN: *John is rather impressed at the fact that there is someone here who enjoys monologuing as much as he does*
ERISOLSPRITE: *Erisol is all too willing to blame this all on Eridan.* ii wwouldnt doubt iif he wwa2 behiind thii2 da2tardly 2cheme.
KURLOZ: *So much monologuing.*
JOHN: *Because he is pretty sure that is what Vriska's doing rn*
CPM: [He doesn't even get quadrants so he's just nodding and smiling, "Oh yes certainly! Well I just need a little help here and there it's harder to get gardeners and other people are here ha ha!"]
VRISKA: -She likes hearing herself speak.-
JOHN: *We noticed.*
CPM: ["First of all I'm sure you've noticed I seem to be putting down some mulch for the gardens here! I also have another small task so both groups can do those before meeting back up!" Who wants garden duty? Look at these eager beavers.]
VRISKA: ........what's the other jo8?
ERISOLSPRITE: iif iit2 bathroom duty iim not doiin iit.
VRISKA: You'd make a gr8 toilet scru88er!
ERISOLSPRITE: wwoww. fuck you.
JOHN: dibs on not being on bathroom duty.
VRISKA: Right 8ack at you. -ROLLING HER DAMN EIGHT EYES-
ERISOLSPRITE: ii vvote the2e twwo for bathroom duty. *Points at John and Vriska.*
ERISOLSPRITE: *also flips vriska off.*
CPM: ["No no! Nothing of the sort! It's only to assist in the decoration of a large area and check a few lights and sound systems! We're having a Grand Re-Opening!" What are bad vibes? He's just a quiet guy that mostly ignores or doesn't register it.]
VRISKA: How expensive are the plants we're dealing with?
VRISKA: What's their value?
ERISOLSPRITE: wwho care2.
VRISKA: Is there any chance something else would 8e 8uried 8eneat the dirt?
VRISKA: 8eneath*
JOHN: what, like hidden treasure?
MOM: Roots probably.
ERISOLSPRITE: maybe iif you diig long enough youll fiind 2ome of that diigniity you obvviiou2ly dont havve any of.
VRISKA: Sure. 8ut may8e the kind of treasure that isn't so o8viously treasure!
CPM: ["Only roots and more dirt! If you're after treasure then you're in for a surprise here though!" His eyes get a little wide at that and he casts a small galnce over his shoulder to the building.]
VRISKA: -She gives Erisol a look.- And may8e if you dig long enough you'll 8e a8le to 8ury yourself alive!
VRISKA: -8ut 8ack to the carapacian.- Then I want the 8uilding.
VRISKA: -May8e she can steal some shit-
NEPETA: :33 < i dont mind helping to decpurrate either! that sounds fun!
JOHN: whatever's cool with me, really.
ERISOLSPRITE: *glares at vriska, not that she can see it from behind his stupid 3D shade things.* ii wwant wwhatevver 2he2 not doiin.
MOM: *Oh wow the animosity between sprite and troll is constant. Shes just gonna. . .shuffle closer towards stitches.*
CPM: ["Excellent! So in that case you both can help outside in the garden! There's not so much to do and the garden team gets lemonade after they're finished! You'll need that energy!" He looks at the lady and the tall troll, "You two can go either way as it seems!"]
VRISKA: -She shrugs.- Works for me!
MOM: I'll take the garden then. After spendin' so much time on the ship, might as well get some fresh air.
JOHN: same here! lemonade sounds great.
MOM: *Oh hey, isn't that the kid who she made coffee for on her last mission.*
ERISOLSPRITE: pa22 on the lemonade. ju2t tell me wwhat twwo do 2o ii can get thii2 ovver wwiith.
MOM: *It certainly is.*
ERISOLSPRITE: *At least there's no Jake here to ruin everything forever.*
JOHN: *hey it's the pretty coffee lady though! he looks up and waves a friendly hello to her.*
ERISOLSPRITE: *Though that other kid looks kind of like him. Man, fuck that guy, too. He's probably just as annoying and thing-ruining as English himself.*
JOHN: *You don't even know me man wow rude :(*
KURLOZ: *Kurloz is just kind of standing back and watching for now, mildly bemused.*
CPM: [He looks so happy John choose it for the lemonade, he's very proud of his lemonade! "All I need out here is to get the rest of this mulch spread really! I enjoy doing the pruning myself but I've been too busy to do it lately! A simple job!"]
MOM: *Waves back with equal friendliness. Today is going so nicely. First she talked to Dirk about making babies between two dudes, and now she is chillin' outside. Great day.*
ERISOLSPRITE: *All of this chipperness is starting to give him a headache. He hates these people already.*
MOM: *Wow rude.*
JOHN: *Super rude.*
CPM: [Looks to Kurloz, "I suppose that leaves you to help out on the inside! The rest of you can follow me, if I'm needed just call for RA!"]
ERISOLSPRITE: *You don't know him. You don't know his LIFE. How dare you accuse him of rudeness.*
MOM: Ra it is! *Chipperness is strong, hope it makes erisol's headache worse ya' grump.*
CPM: [He trusts they can garden and starts to lead the other three into the building but he suddenly stumbles back and SHRIEKS!]
ERISOLSPRITE: *There it goes. Any chance of avoiding this headache, gone forever. He would wave goodbye to the missed opportunity, but he couldn't care less.*
JOHN: whoa! *he runs to help the guy so he doesn't fall on his back.*
JOHN: what's up, why the yelling??
ERISOLSPRITE: *Just resents the carapacian for his misdeed.*
CPM: . . .[RA looks down to what he stepped on. A garden hose.]
CPM: ["Oh! Ha ha, silly me!"]
VRISKA: -Vriska is so unimpressed right now.-
MOM: *!!!! A thing has just happened! She isn't far behind john in invesigation.*
VRISKA: What was that a8out?
MOM: *Oh its. . .its just a hose.*
VRISKA: Are you freaking out over a garden hose?
ERISOLSPRITE: wwoww. all that noii2e for a ho2e. awwe2ome. twwoday ii2 gonna be great, ii can FEEL iit. *So much sarcasm.*
JOHN: *He also looks down.* looks like it...
MOM: *She picks it up* It probably shouldn't be left layin' around like that, anyways.
CPM: [RA gives a sheepish laugh and rubs his head, "It's, ah... yes! Good!" Looks like he's a pretty jumpy guy and goes ahead to lead them on into the building!]
MOM: *Waits for him to leave and then playfully points it at john, making a hissing noise as a snake impression.*
CPM: [Inside the rec center was, first and foremost a desk with no receptionist a waiting area and two doors. One leading to the offices were there were no workers aside from himself, and the other going to a long hallway. Through the glass doors the walls were decorated with posters, empty (but inviting) bulletin boards and a left or right passage.]
CPM: [Straight ahead two more double doors were propped open giving view to bags and bags and BAGS of decorative items, the room looked to be large. Very large, the largest room for reservation here, there were two more rooms of smaller size further down the hallway on the left and the right with multiple openings all labeled ROOM A, ROOM A KITCHEN, with the same format for B and C.]
HORUSS: *Yes, he was totally going to do a job here. And it would be the best job done in the history of jobs*
ERISOLSPRITE: *ROLLS EYES* can wwe 2top actiin liike iidiiot2 for twwo 2econd2 and get thii2 2tupiid wwork done.
ERISOLSPRITE: then wwe can all go home.
ERISOLSPRITE: and iill nevver havve twwo 2ee any of you a22hole2 agaiin.
VRISKA: -She glances at the mute mime like what the fuck is this-
MOM: *She frowns and then deadpans as she repeats the action but at Erisol instead.* Wowwww, who switched off your fun button, mr.
KURLOZ: *Kurloz just shrugs again, hands raised in a "who knows" manner. The mime was just told to lead the group, dammit!*
JOHN: *he feigns horror at the hose, this is fun. Then, he just laughs a bit at erisol's uther lack of positivity.* yeah dude, we're finally getting some fresh ar here!
ERISOLSPRITE: ii dont knoww about human2 but 2priite2 dont havve a "fun button". wwhatevver the fuck that2 2uppo2ed twwo mean.
MOM: *Fakes a gasp of horror* Whaaaaat?? ya' don't have one!? oh you poor creature!
MOM: I could probably install one on ya' if you want. i know all about cuttin' and pastin' parts onto other livin' parts~ *She teases, acting as menacing as she can.*
ERISOLSPRITE: ii get the dii2tiinct feeliin that youre mockiin me riight noww.
JOHN: nah, what makes you think so?
JOHN: *he's grinning as he asks, though.*
MOM: Well duh, a bit. *She then curls up the hose a bit before dropping it and claps her hands together.* We should get started then!
ERISOLSPRITE: for the record, ii dont appreciiate beiin treated liike 2ome kiinda joke. *grumble*
JOHN: *Rolling up his sleeves, he nods.* sure, let's do this. how do we get started?
ERISOLSPRITE: fuck iif ii knoww. *said the guy who demand they get to work asap.*
MOM: We ain't treaten' you like one, we are just playin' one on ya'. don't get so bent outta' shape. *She then gestures over to the bags of mulch.*
MOM: I'm gonna' show ya' boys 'kay?
MOM: *At least she is pretty sure erisol is a dude.*
JOHN: *Nods! he's so ready to begin gardening the SHIT out of this garden.*
NEPETA: :33 < *Nepeta follows along and looks around, all those things on th wall look like they could be knocked off by some asshole cat*
JOHN: *Gonna have to brag to jade soon if she's still into her plants as much.*
HORUSS: *This garden is going to be so good when he is done with it, it is not even funny. He will garden it so hard*
ERISOLSPRITE: *Looks at the mulch apathetically. His mind is pretty much a chorus of 'wwhy me?' right now.* are you 2ure you knoww wwhat youre doiin lady? *Ever the skeptic*
CPM: [RA opens the doors for them and leads them into ROOM B, "I'm very glad to finally get this going, it's been in the works for a while now! The director before had started the project then quit when, well when things got a bit difficult!"]
CPM: [ROOM B has a very high ceiling and is a large room overall, there are a few tables and chairs set up but not many. RA had gone to the store and bought BAGS of decoration, there were balloons and helium with ribbons ripe for the curling. A banner seemed to be half-hung so someone would need to get the other side. More of the tables had to be put out with chairs around them.]
MOM: *She then walks over to the bags and bends down to tear open the corner of one of them and lift it up a bit.* Alright these things are pretty heavy, as usual, but what you're gonna' do is take it and drag it along with ya' as you scoop up handfuls and sprinkle it on the ground. *And she shows them how by doing just that. Digging her hands into the mulch bag, and taking out huge clumps to sprinkle o
dirt beds. It takes about three or four handfulls to get a small patch done.*
CPM: [MEANWHILE outside in a few spots of the garden there seems to be some digging that was definitely not done with a spade, like an animal or three came in and chewed on a few leaves and flowers before fucking the dirt up and bouncing. Fixing that dirt sure would be nice.]
VRISKA: Yeah, so are we just cele8r8ting the grand opening or what?
ERISOLSPRITE: awwe2ome. leavve iit twwo me twwo get 2tuck wwiith the grunt wwork. *erisol u asked for this*
JOHN: and here i thought *i* liked speaking to myself.
MOM: Now once the bag starts gettin' lighter, ya' can start just dumpin' the bag slowly instead. just be sure ta' spread it out evenly-. . .hmn. *Are those HOLES AND DISTRUCTION CAUSED BY ANIMALS. Oooooh that earns a Mom frown.*
CPM: [He just smiles at Vriska "....yes! Getting this place back on it's feet is very important, our community needs a good and safe place to hold functions!"]
HORUSS: *Picks up bag like it's nothing and tears a hole in it* Let us get started. This job will not do itself.
CPM: ["What I need in here is a few microphone checks and lighting checks, also helping to put out he tables and such."]
VRISKA: -She's gonna make this place look fit for a spider party-
MOM: *Turns back to the garden squad. Oh man lookit that troll lift.* Thats the spirit!
NEPETA: :33 < leave the work to us! *Nepeta might be playing with some ribbon while she says that though*
VRISKA: -AKA according to spidermom, that would 8e like a dark cave where everyone meets their death in her freakishly huge jaws-
JOHN: ok, let's do this then. *he too picks up a bag, suprisingly easily! check out that mangrit B)*
ERISOLSPRITE: *Erisol makes a valiant effort to pick up a bag, but alas, he fails. Curse these stringy non-muscles. Instead, he just drags it with him.*
JOHN: want some help with that, dude?
HORUSS: *Just ask and he will flex for you sweet momma* *Except no. That is silly. Gardening must be done! Such ludicrous activities as flirting is out of the question!*
ERISOLSPRITE: fuck you. ii dont need your chariity.
JOHN: it's probably going to tear if you drag it tough.
MOM: *Dang her boys are strong. Except for erisol but thats okay. Her attention is back on those holes. Those need to be fixed before any mulch goes down. She starts by filling a few of them in and pulling off chewed up leaves as she went.*
ERISOLSPRITE: ii knoww wwhat iim doing, a22hole.
ERISOLSPRITE: *continues to drag*
JOHN: *shrugs* whatever floats your boat!
VRISKA: Cool, so we got this.
ERISOLSPRITE: *inevitably the bag rips. mulch is spilling out behind him. BUT HE JUST KEEPS DRAGGING IT. because he has to prove ap oint.*
ERISOLSPRITE: *he can handle this.*
HORUSS: Sprite. Shall I lift that for you? You are making a mess.
JOHN: *He notices the mulch dragging and grins to himself before whispering.* i warned you about the mulch, bro.
MOM: *Omfg is he serious rn. Roxanne takes a moment to look up from her hole fixing and sees erisol DRAGGIN' SOIL EVERYWHERE.* Hey! Spritey thing! You're makin' a mess over there, be sure to clean it up after!
ERISOLSPRITE: wwhat. no. iim totally fiine.
ERISOLSPRITE: ii can handle thii2.
JOHN: (i told you dog!)
CPM: ["Lovely, just lovely! Once we get the tables set someone would need to climb up and help me with the lighting while I work the control box, looking for- well, chewed wires or debris! Mostly. Debris clearing." He goes to straighten some of these tables. Man is this an easy job or what?]
ERISOLSPRITE: ii dont need your help.
ERISOLSPRITE: *SERIOUS FACE*
ERISOLSPRITE: *by the time he gets where he was going he only has like half a bag of mulch tho*
HORUSS: *Distressed neighing* This is r*d*culous.
NEPETA: :33 < *Nepeta is definitely going to put her claws on that banner and help to get it up. There's a ladder but who even uses ladders?*
JOHN: *He can't help laughing at the erisol mess as he finally gets to where he was supposed to go to sprinkle some of the mulch down. getting work done!*
VRISKA: I'll test the microphones. Where are those at? Are they in this room?
HORUSS: Cease the tomf001ery, sprite. You are not STRONG enough for that bag. *Doing his damn work while scolding the weak spritey dude*
MOM: *Okay one batch of holes done, but look at all these chewed plants. What the hell?*
MOM: *WHO HAS BEEN DOIN' THIS. There are no cats here to do this. Mom frowns some more but once the holes are filled she goes back to her back of mulch and starts layin' down some fresh, nutriant ritch future dirt rot~*
CPM: ["Yes they are! The control area towards the back should have the microphones. The control panel is on the wall so you can turn on the sound system and give it a little check." He's moving all these chairs and tables.]
ERISOLSPRITE: iim plenty 2trong thank you vvery much. ii got iit ovver here diidnt ii. *Starts spreading what's left of the mulch in his bag.*
VRISKA: Hmmmmmmmm. -She moves over to the 8ack and the control area where she figures out how to turn on the sound system. She proceeds to gra8 the first microphone and test it.- Hey, losers.
VRISKA: Losey losing losers!
CPM: [Whoa there it looks like the lights shut off as well as the sound system then powered back up again. There was some definite feedback on that and Vriska's voice cut in and out. An electrical problem probably.]
KURLOZ: *Yow, that feedback sucked.*
HORUSS: *Works like a bloody robot. He is halfway through the bag before he even notices the light bag becoming air. He certainly is a work horse. Get him to plow a field someone*
NEPETA: :33 < *The scr33chy f33dback made Nepeta's hair stand while she climbed the wall with her BARE CLAWS to tape the banner up* mew n33d a lot of work done pawround here!
MOM: *Okay one bag of mulch done. Time to check for holes again. Keen mom eyes look around for any further animal damage.*
CPM: [Outside where Horuss was working there seemed to be large glove. Man hands large. Even larger than his own manhands, partially in the dirt.]
ERISOLSPRITE: *The end of the half a bag of mulch meant that Erisol had to face the truth. Looking behind him, he groaned at the trail he'd left behind. He had SO many regrets just then.*
ERISOLSPRITE: *Still, he moved along the trail, working on transferring it from non-garden to garden and spreading it evenly.*
CPM: ["Yes I do but after this little cleanup I can get everything finished before the re-opening! So long as the sound works for now that's fine! Now the lights..." He looks to the ladder near the control area.]
MOM: *Good boy Erisol.*
ERISOLSPRITE: *Little does Mom know that he's just doing it so he can complain about having had to do it later.*
MOM: Hey boys, if ya' see any holes, be sure ta' refill them before you put mulch down. Somethin' has been gettin' into the plant beds.
JOHN: *Aaaand that's a bag down. feeling pretty proud of himself,he tiptoes around one Erisol to retrieve another one. The whole time, he's watching the sprite work with the most amused expression.*
JOHN: ok, got it!
ERISOLSPRITE: wwhatevver.
HORUSS: Roger. *He picks up another two bags, heading back to work. This place was going to be perfect in a jiffy*
MOM: *Omg what a worker that horse is.*
CPM: [A horse that hadn't noticed the lone, kinda buried glove. Bless his eyesight.]
MOM: *Maybe he is mental wearin' a pair of those horse blinders.*
HORUSS: *the horse is too focused on working to notice a glove! But it is soon in the way, and thus noticed*
MOM: *Mentally
HORUSS: *That is exactly it, intelligent human woman*
MOM: *She wins guesing bingo hellyeah.*
HORUSS: *He picks the glove up, studying it for a bit* Pardon, did someone lose this? *He holds it up*
CPM: [This is a sizable glove, a large glove for a manly and large person.]
MOM: *She looks up at it.* Hun, I dunno' if that would even fit anyone here.
JOHN: *A short whistle.* those are some BIG hands. :O
CPM: [It could be hat maybe.]
ERISOLSPRITE: *SOON ENOUGH erisol is done cleaning up his mess. This time, he puts more actual effort and thought into hoisting the bag of mulch, and SUCCEEDS, though he has to hold it awkwardly, so he doesnt go very far with it before he's opening it and working on spreading it.*
CPM: [A glove-hat]
MOM: Well ya'know what big hands mean, right? *She snickers to John*
ERISOLSPRITE: *He doesn't even look at Horuss' glove.* dont you thiink iif 2omeone lo2t 2omethiin theyd havve freaked out about iit by noww?
MOM: He wears some BIG gloves.
JOHN: the BIGGEST gloves. BO
MOM: Heh. *This group is full of fun people.*
ERISOLSPRITE: *Erisol wishes he could institute a rule. No fun allowed.*
CPM: [ROOM B is getting a great workover, along the lighting walkway there were some abandoned nests and those had to be cleaned out, RA likely screamed about it. Everything is coming together.]
CPM: [Since he embarrassed himself FURTHER RA left them to put on the finishing touches and came back outside to the gardening crew with the promised lemonade, "Hello all! How are things going?"]
ERISOLSPRITE: 2wwiimmiingly. *so much sarcasm.*
ERISOLSPRITE: *if sarcasm could take on a physical form, it probably would have punched the poor carapacian in the face with how obvious it was.*
CPM: ["Wonderful!" What is sarcasm? He doesn't get it.]
MOM: *Aw shit lemonade* Pretty good, ra! but so far we've found a buncha holes, an' a super huge glove.
MOM: Any of your massive gardeners lose one recently?
JOHN: or just someone with some huge hands, really.
HORUSS: *He studies the glove closer, looking for any names or something along those lines*
CPM: [He starts to hand out that lemonade and looks to the glove, a small smile, then a frown, then another smaller smile, "Yes! I have an idea actually, there were a few other center directors before me! This must be the second ones glove!" Doubt that he needs it.]
JOHN: *he gets a good swing of lemonade, yum. :']*
HORUSS: Why w001d he not want his glove back? *Give the horse lemonade*
ERISOLSPRITE: *Despite his earlier statement of passing on the lemonade, Erisol takes it anyway. Actually doing work can really take it out of a guy.*
MOM: *She is deffs gettin' some lemon of ade. Though she kinda waits for people to stop paying attention to her for a moment to slip something in to jazz up the recipe.*
MOM: *Hard lemonade is the way to go.*
CPM: [Horuss gets that lemonade and RA taps the tray with his thumbs, "I highly doubt he needs it any more now that he's, not. Here. Working."]
JOHN: *The kind of paused tone makes him think vaguely of horror movies. dumdumdum.*
CPM: [Then immediately waves one hand, looking almost embarrassed, "This place has a fascinating story for it's short history!" He could RAVE for hours about it, oh gosh but it made him so nervous.]
MOM: Well he might work somewhere else then right? It should probably get back to him somehow. *She suggests. And she can totally agree with john that it sounded a bit strange.*
HORUSS: *Sips the lemonade in great happiness. Thank you kind RA*
HORUSS: Where does this man work now? His belongings should be returned to him.
CPM: [RA clears his throat and gestures to the building, "Well! That's something that must be explained with the others on your third and final task so take a moment to regain your energy and follow me inside were it's much cooler!" Oh if carapacians could blush.]
JOHN: oh...kay. *Only when everyone's together?? well ok if that's not suspicious he doesn't know what it is.*
MOM: *HMMMMN. Slow sipping of her spiked lemonade as she considers what this final task could be.*
ERISOLSPRITE: *Erisol groans. More work? Why him? He wasn't even registered! He's not even supposed to BE here today!*
MOM: *Drink your lemonade and smile already Erisol.*
ERISOLSPRITE: *NEVER*
MOM: *Do you want some spiked lemonade instead.*
CPM: [RA leads them on in and wow look at ROOM B everything is up and it's looking nice. "In regards to your final assignment, it's rather... well... unexpected! There seem to be a collect of what trolls designate as lusus... lususes? Lusii? In the basement."]
HORUSS: *You should be happy, or this horse will be a very sad horse. Make the horse happy Erisol*
NEPETA: :33 < *Nepeta is playing with a balloon and is here for talk about lusii in the basement but still ????* really???
ERISOLSPRITE: *No. Fuck the horse. Erisol is miserable.*
MOM: . . . Lusi in the basement??? How in the heck??? *Confused sipping??*
JOHN: what about the lusii?
CPM: ["We don't know how they got here or why or when!!" He's really excited though, that much is obvious. "They just appeared here, likely because of all the space and since then a director... or, um 3 rather have gone missing! It's really quite the mystery!"]
CPM: [Is that why he took this job? It's definitely why he took this job.]
NEPETA: :33 < *missing directors oh no!*
MOM: People have gone missin'?? That seems like a pretty big deal.
JOHN: but what does it have to do with voluntary work?
ERISOLSPRITE: 2o youre 2ayiin the2e lu2ii are eatiin people, and yet you 2tiill wwant twwo 2end u2 twwo check iit out?
ERISOLSPRITE: great.
MOM: Like less of a mystery and more of a "woah maybe we should look into this" type'a thin'. *Slight frowns*
HORUSS: Has nobody else been informed of this?
HORUSS: This is a serious situation.
CPM: [He may or may not have shoehorned the other work into this and shifts a little, "Yes they have! Though I'd rather they didn't kill or harm all of those poor, beasts down there which was the first plan of action!" Can you believe that? They wanted to KILL those lusii.]
MOM: Yeah what he said.
HORUSS: Preposterous.
NEPETA: :33 < they were taking the furreaking purrectors of course theyd want to!
MOM: *I dunno' she can kinda believe that someone would wanna' kill huge crazy beasts.*
JOHN: *ditto*
CPM: ["Imagine where they even CAME from! They need to be studied not killed..." He likes them okay?]
CPM: ["Lusii aren't native to this area you know!."]
ERISOLSPRITE: *For once he actually agrees with 2/3 of the nutjobs he was working with. Or he would, had any of this taken place out loud.*
JOHN: so there's lusii in the basement. what do we do with that?
MOM: So. . . are ya' hintin' at somethin' about the lusi?
CPM: [He opens his mouth and closes it once more... "Incapacitate? If you can of course! I don't want you all getting hurt but maybe leave them to be handled properly!"]
NEPETA: :33 < h33h33h33 of course! *handled with these claws*
MOM: You want us all to go down there an' ko some big bunch'a beasts??
ERISOLSPRITE: howw ii2 iit evven okay twwo make u2 do that.
ERISOLSPRITE: people are goiin mii22iin an youre ju2t fiine wwiith 2endiin a bunch a iinexperiienced douchebag2 twwo take care of iit?
ERISOLSPRITE: real re2pon2iible, 2o-called "DIIRECTOR".
CPM: [That made him SAD.]
ERISOLSPRITE: *Good. BE SAD.*
ERISOLSPRITE: *Erisol is throwing a tantrum about this whether u like it or not*
CPM: [Everyone else wants to kill them, he just wants them to be ok not be bad at the job he took only for them.]
MOM: *She elbows erisol sternly. Don't be so god damn mean*
HORUSS: *Nobody will claw the lusii*
CPM: [They were so incredible and not native to his planet and so, SO CLEANLY WHITE. "Err...." He fiddles with his fingers. "If it's not possible then of course you can... carry on. The most important thing is to make sure the center is safe to use... so if you must then..."]
CPM: [Look at his frown, look at it. It's so visible.]
JOHN: *He feels kinda bad for the director now......*
ERISOLSPRITE: *Gives Mom an indignant look.* wwhat? iit2 TRUE.
HORUSS: The lusii shall not be harmed. *Stern horse noises*
JOHN: well uh. we could try?
NEPETA: :33 < *these fuckin claws*
ERISOLSPRITE: *that settles it, everyone here has completely fucking lost it.*
MOM: *She feels bad now with the sad look on the guy's face and gives erisol a second elbow.* We'll do our best.
HORUSS: *No cat person. No*
CPM: [He gives the nice lady a small smile, "Thank you.. now I suppose I should let you all get to work. Um... follow me." And so he guides them out of the room and down the hall.]
MOM: *She is so not looking forward to this. Holy shit.*
ERISOLSPRITE: *He blames Mom for anything that might transpire from here on out. It will be all her fault.*
JOHN: *He's definitely gulping a bit. Did he even equip or update his old hammer?? Shit.*
MOM: *Shes got her riffle, she'll watch your back john.*
ERISOLSPRITE: *Also Eridan's fault. Somehow. He KNOWS Eridan had something to do with this. Eridan is probably still bitter that he didn't register.*
HORUSS: *He only needs his fists, and perhaps a huge piece of hoofbeastart*
CPM: [The opening to the basement was a single door behind a shelf with all of the weights from the gym area, across the door was a metal bar that looked newly and hastily installed. RA took out his keys and offered them an excited but nervous smile, his hands shaking as started to inch the HEAVY shelf out the way.]
A!BRO: *Eyebrows goin UP, like a club on tuesday*
CPM: ["I-if you all would like," Grunt! "I can accompany you all. I uh,... haven't seen one and that would be really fascinating." He gives another grunt and shove making a weight fall and BANG against the floor. RA immediately shrieks and backs into the nearest person.]
CPM: [. . ."Oh. Hahahaha!"]
MOM: *Oh hey its that guy from the atrium. Hes kinda nice. She nods in his direction, and then looks back to the Director dude.* I'm not sure if ya' really wanna go down there, hun.
CPM made TG an OP.
A!BRO: No way it seems like a perfectly sound plan
NEPETA: :33 < *that explains all the screaming for sure*
A!BRO: Look at my friend here hes totally ready *Shoulder pat. Hey there lady*
MOM: *Hey there sir dude.* Well only if he is up for it. *She really doesn't think its that good of an idea for the poor guy to go.*
CPM: [He just really, really wants to see one. "I wouldn't mind!" His hands are shaky and sweaty and filled with moms speghetti as he unlocks the bar and moves it.]
A!BRO: *Bruh, there's marinara on the floor*
MOM: Alright, if ya' are sure there, ra. *SHE SURE AINT. But she'll watch the guy's back. No worries.*
HORUSS: *You have full control madame mom*
VRISKA: -Vriska is DESCENDING DOWN INTO THE 8ASEMENT with the others-
A!BRO: *This is too hilarious for words*
ERISOLSPRITE: *Follows VERY RELUCTANTLY.*
ERISOLSPRITE: *there is SO MUCH RELUCTANCE U DO NOT EVEN KNOW*
CPM: [DON'T BE SHY COME ON BY.]
NEPETA: :33 < *these*
NEPETA: :33 < *fuckin*
NEPETA: :33 < *CLAWS*
A!BRO: *BIG. MEATY. CLAWS*
NEPETA: :33 < *Nepeta leaps down there SO READY*
MOM: *Already headin' down those stairs, but she is ready to bring out her gun whenever those lusi wanna mess with people. Shes right there with the director.*
A!BRO: *Casually walking into the basement. Who the fuck even wears shades in the dark?*
MOM: *Apparently him. What a dork.*
JOHN: *Juuust to be safe, he quietly lets a barely modified hammer into his hands as he also goes down.*
CPM: [The first segment of the basement is a reasonably sized area with boxes to the side here and there. Some lights dimly illuminate it. This area is likely for storage of small things though some of the cardboard appears to have been shredded and bitten, some equipment showing through the dusty boxes. With the sound of intruders there’s a shuffle near the back wall, it’s quiet and barely there. What could that be? Rats???]
MOM: *COME ON CREW LETS INVESTIGATE.*
CPM: [RA gives a little YIPE from behind the pack but is peeking out.]
A!BRO: Alright gang lets split up
VRISKA: -She eyes this asshole trying to take control of the situation.-
ERISOLSPRITE: *Fuck this. Fuck that. FUCK EVERYTHING.* wwoww, 2pliittiing up ii2 2UCH a good iidea. totally wwell-founded and thought out. yup. awwe2ome plan. wwere fuckiin 2et.
DOLOROSA: Agreed. No+hing could possibly go wrong.
DOLOROSA: -HI IM HERE-
VRISKA: Split up? Yeah, that's a good idea. One group can 8e the 88 and the rest of us can get shit done.
A!BRO: Shut the fuck up shaggy
ERISOLSPRITE: oh no, youvve iin2ulted me.
ERISOLSPRITE: wwhatevver 2hall ii do.
ERISOLSPRITE: ii cant handle all the2e pop culture reference2.
JOHN: yeah no this never works. in any media ever.
ERISOLSPRITE: my puny miind doe2nt havve the capaciity twwo proce22 all of your 2iick burn2, mr "let2 2pliit up".
NEPETA: :33 < we could split up to make things fastpur! *she's got her nails at the ready, look at them claws, oh yes hello prey*
MOM: *She just scowls as she sees the chewed boxes. She hadn't had to deal with rodants in years since her house was a god damn cat sanctuary.* Well, thats true it would make everythin' go faster.
A!BRO: See look catwomans got the right idea
NEPETA: :33 < *sinks down with her tail waving and cr33ps forward, hunting yes.*
VRISKA: So 88 team and the get shit done team.
ERISOLSPRITE: iim wiith bucky ovver here. thii2 nevver wwork2.
VRISKA: I'll 8e the leader of the get shit done team!
VRISKA: I could actually do it myself.
DOLOROSA: -oh hello hot mama, she is shuffling closer to Mom- I'll be on your +eam.
A!BRO: *...He's just gonna slide next to team milf*
MOM: 'Kay fine two teams then. you can be one leader, *She adresses vriska.* and i can be the other.
CPM: [All this noise and ruckus disturbed the first boss, er… lusii. Not rats, it’s bunnicula’s people, these buns have horns and fangs. There’s at least three of them and one of them looks fat. Anyone that can distinguish fat from pregnancy can determine that there was definitely going to be a litter down here… unless there was one already.]
JOHN: *le SIGN!* ok so we're actually doing the team bullshit that never works, cool.
MOM: Since it looks like im already gatherin' a following. *This fuckin' rocks team milf+dude*
CPM: [Looks like its too late to pick team names they are HISSING.]
MOM: *Oh shit.*
A!BRO: *Two milfs one dick*
JOHN: *a BUNNY!*
DOLOROSA: Huh.
ERISOLSPRITE: iim on team "fuck thii2 iim out".
MOM: *Riffle is out now and ready for possible bunny attacks.*
DOLOROSA: -Rosa's pulling out her bone saw. One can never be too careful around fanged bunnies.-
JOHN: *a terrifyng one yes but BUNNY.*
HORUSS: *Slides out of team milf to join team do-not-kill-the-lusii-cat-girl!*
VRISKA: -PULLS OUT HER HELLA RARE PIRATE SWORD-
CPM: ["Ah! What are you doing!? Don't hurt them!!"]
MOM: . . . . .oh shiiit. *Eyes the chubby one. She knows pregnant lab animals when she sees them. This bunny may not be in a lab but it was preggers.*
VRISKA: Why the fuck not?
VRISKA: Don't you want this taken care of?
HORUSS: There is no reason to hurt any of these majestic creatures.
A!BRO: There is if they try to give you a case of lusiithropy
JOHN: so how are we supposed to tame it or whatever?
MOM: 'Kay then how do we contain them then? any ideas before the big one goes into labor? *Stating the obvious.*
DOLOROSA: I'm guessing no one here is a psychic.
JOHN: nuh-uh.
ERISOLSPRITE: fuck no.
CPM: ["Well...- yes! But-" No butts, one of the males is hopping forward and these things can LEAP. It's totally coming at the group, fangs bared.]
CPM: [What a rude rabbit, it didn't wait for everyone to finish.]
HORUSS: *Knew he should have brought his lusii-language translation device today. Too bad*
VRISKA: -She's defending herself with this SWORD-
VRISKA: -AKA holding it a8ove her head-
MOM: *GUN UP. Not to shoot but to block any possible rabbit bites to the face.*
A!BRO: *Uncle Bro uncaptchas his sword and swings the sheath like a fucking baseball bat*
DOLOROSA: -WELP-
A!BRO: *He's gonna hit a homebun*
DOLOROSA: -fuck-
ERISOLSPRITE: *Just kind of. Floats over to Horuss and secures a hiding spot behind what he thinks is the strongest dude.*
HORUSS: *It is not dangerous enough to take out his hoofbeastart*
HORUSS: *Protecting the weak sprite*
HORUSS: *with his bare fists*
CPM: [WHACK! Pained bunny noises and RA SCREAMS again then whines.]
JOHN: *He stands his ground as well, hammer above his head to block out any pouncing attacks.*
CPM: [You just hit this POOR POOR RABBIT.]
JOHN: *8'(((((*
MOM: *Poor RA. But bunns cant go around eaten' people.*
A!BRO: *That poor poor rabbit was about to bite a dick off and that's a fuckin no no*
VRISKA: Every8ody calm the fuck down!
DOLOROSA: -resists the urge to make a sports reference-
CPM: [The other male didn't seem to like that, he's going to defend his bunfriends honor and LEAPS next with a hiss.]
A!BRO: Oh shit
A!BRO: Batter up
ERISOLSPRITE: *Horuss has saved his life. He is eternally grateful.*
HORUSS: *As long as they are not killed all is well*
ERISOLSPRITE: *Except that he's not really grateful at all. He's just trying to play it casual.*
ERISOLSPRITE: *Like he's not hiding like a coward. But he totally is.*
NEPETA: :33 < *DEPLOY CLAWS, her eyes are now slits and the Nep is pouncing into action to try and get the male that got BATTED*
PSIIONIIC: *He wanders IInto the basement, followIIngt he sound of people, and just SQUIINTS really hard at what's happenIIng*
PSIIONIIC: Okay so. Why.
NEPETA: :33 < *....to contain. Of course*
MOM: *Dodgin' that bun quick. But dang someone needs to take care of ms. bun. Roxanne is up for the job and is tip toeing over towards that preggers lusi, ready to bop the rabbit on the head.*
DOLOROSA: Oh +hank God.
A!BRO: *He's readying to swing at a second jack rabbit special*
HORUSS: *Keeps standing in front of the sprite because...he seems like a weak little fellow*
PSIIONIIC: *He IInches next to Dolorosa* Thre are hopbeasts everywhere for real, rIIght? II'm not hallucIInatIIng thIIs shIIt?
ERISOLSPRITE: *Is definitely a weak little fellow.*
CPM: [This bun is heading for the spidertroll, gonna take a chunk out of her ankle. The ms. bun is HISSING and hops backward, she's working you*
DOLOROSA: You are no+ jus+ hallucina+ing +his. We could maybe use some help ge++ing +hese bunnies wrangled up. We're no+ supposed +o hur+ +hem, bu+.
DOLOROSA: Well, you see how well +ha+'s going so far.
DOLOROSA: -bone saw in hand nbd-
NEPETA: :33 < *Nepeta has a rabbits foot*
NEPETA: :33 < *Rabbit by the foot*
A!BRO: *He hopes spidertroll can use that sword shes got*
MOM: Easy there, bun. lets not rush now. *A shit ton of bun babies would NOT be good. She takes three steps forward for the one hop back. Shes gonna get this bun.*
VRISKA: -She's attempting to slice at it with her sword in defense-
A!BRO: *Oh god dammit*
PSIIONIIC: *He SIIGHS HEAVIILY and yanks the bunny out of the way of VrIIska wIIth psIIonIIcs. IIt IIs floatIIng IIn the aIIr. He has no IIdea what to do wIIth IIt.*
PSIIONIIC: Aren't we not supposed to hurt the thIIngs. StabbIIng IIs paIInful.
VRISKA: Hey! I had that!
VRISKA: Self defense!
CPM: [Well there goes one bun, he lived, he hopped, he still alive now. Alive and VERY angry!]
DOLOROSA: Thanks. -and now she is slinking around to hopefully help her fellow milf-
A!BRO: *Oh sweet. A Psionic....wait a minute. Looks between Rosa and the new guy. THE PSIIONIIC. BRUH.*
CPM: [Ms. Bun can't leap and lunge because she is preggers but she sure can Bite Roxanne.]
JOHN: *He runs along with the lady as back-up, having about the nicest weapon to bop that bun on the head!*
VRISKA: -Vriska's just making sure that none of them come toward HER-
JOHN: *And so he attempts to do as he grows closer to that miss Bun*
PSIIONIIC: *Yes bruh IIt IIs me*
MOM: *Thank you fellow milf and others. You are too kind.* *She is now like one foot away from bun and is already going to bop her.*
PSIIONIIC: Where do II lIIke.
PSIIONIIC: Put IIt.
MOM: *Just hold it psi*
CPM: [RA's probably crying somewhere, oh god that poor thing almost got SKWERED.]
MOM: *Stand there all night and hold it.*
A!BRO: *Looks around for a sturdy enough bun receptacle*
DOLOROSA: -put it in my loving embrace-
A!BRO: *Put me in your loving embrace...again*
NEPETA: :33 < *Nepeta finds a plastic bin and tosses the bun into it before putting on the lid and runs over to the psiitroll* here!
A!BRO: *Oh shit, he got beat. Swag.*
HORUSS: *Keeps a stern eye on the kitty troll*
VRISKA: -Man, everyone here is a WIMP-
CPM: [Ms. Bun, should she be bopped is out like a fat rabbit light]
NEPETA: :33 < *Nepeta will hunt and eat what she wants. If she wants one of these she'll take it Mr. Horse k33p your goggles to yourself*
MOM: *Thank god. One bopped out mama bun is then scooped up into the arms of another mom. This mom.*
JOHN: *john feels both proud of himself and a little bad. bopping bunnies is not a thing he'd normally do. :'(*
MOM: *Gonna keep this safe, thank ya john.*
HORUSS: *Distressed neighing*
PSIIONIIC: Oh, thanks.
JOHN: *:'))*
PSIIONIIC: *He drops IIt IIn the bIIn*
PSIIONIIC: Should we herd them all IIn there or what.
DOLOROSA: -basically standing around being useless atm, unless there are more bunnies to wrangle-
CPM: [RA looks out from his fingers, he'd be snotting on himself if he had a nose, SNIFF "Oh... they're ok."]
PSIIONIIC: Man these thIIngs are clearly breedIIng lIIke hobeasts. *snIIggerIIng*
VRISKA: Pretty sure they ARE some kind of mut8ted hop8easts, so........
HORUSS: *Protecting a sprite from bunnies that may be all knocked out*
DOLOROSA: -put the bunnies back in the box john-
NEPETA: :33 < h33h33h33! *closes the lid and then goes to get the mama bun*
MOM: 'kay well is that all of the lusi then? *She looks over to RA.* and yeah she's just fine! just decently preggers. you're preeeety lucky she didn't already push out the bun in her oven. *Offers up the mama bun to the bun box*
ERISOLSPRITE: *Peeks out from behind Horuss*
HORUSS: I believe it is safe, sprite.
DOLOROSA: Or the buns, as +he case may be.
A!BRO: Nice one
A!BRO: *haha mom jokes*
CPM: ["I suppose I should," Sniffes. "Move on." OF course there's more. How can there not be more.]
ERISOLSPRITE: *Once he realizes it's safe he floats out, acting like he was JUST PASSING THROUGH THERE* wwhat do you mean. ii kneww iit wwa2 2afe all along.
PSIIONIIC: Yeah, that was the joke.
MOM: *Shit more. Well this will be interesting. RIFLE IS BACK OUT AGAIN.*
JOHN: oh man. more bunnies?
DOLOROSA: We can only hope for more bunnies.
VRISKA: Yeah, you think???????? -She rolls her eyes at RA-
PSIIONIIC: Hopefully they'll stay the same sIIze and we won't be dealIIng wIIth fuckton bananas levels of bunnery.
MOM: Don't you mean "hop" for more. *HAHAH. Puns.*
A!BRO: Nah up next is probably a rabid antlerbeast or some shit
HORUSS: *Gets back in front of the sprite because there's more buns* Let us knock these majestic beasts out quickly.
JOHN: yeah, the faster the better.
A!BRO: *He looks at horuss*
PSIIONIIC: Who IIs goIIng to carry the hopbeast box. IIt's not me.
A!BRO: I didnt exactly see you helping out there flex armstrong
PSIIONIIC: II'm fraIIl.
CPM: ["I'm not sure but we'll certainly find out." He leads them on ignoring that rude spoiler alert from the shade guy. The next area seems to have a lot of electrical things, the fuse box is in here... somewhere under all these fucking webs. And feathers?]
DOLOROSA: Why don'+ we have him carry i+?
DOLOROSA: -looks at Horuss-
MOM: *Now why the fuck are there feathers. Strong mom frowns.*
VRISKA: -We8s, these are my people-
DOLOROSA: You can cer+ainly keep +hem safe, I'm sure.
VRISKA: -She looks around carefully-
A!BRO: *Her aesthetic*
CPM: [Feathers and webs. Really intricate webs and some nests here and there along the ceiling. Oh man. Second dungeon room.]
PSIIONIIC: Yeah, uh. Take that. *Nods at Horrus* Take the box. IIt's valuable and IImportant.
PSIIONIIC: *ew. webs.*
HORUSS: *neighs and volunteers to carry the bun box*
VRISKA: -She does take a moment to see if the we8s are made of any odd material-
CPM: [In the middle of the HUGEST web is a large carapacian man. A large manly man. A manly stuck man.]
JOHN: webs... *he looks at vriska, who's eyes he'd noticed before.* haha, do you live here??
HORUSS: *It's not that heavy either way*
JOHN: spiderwoman??
MOM: *Holy shit. Wide eyes at the man and goes over close to investigate*
CPM: [Also a squat little lady carapace above him. A squat little tiny lady carapace.]
VRISKA: -She gives John a look.-
HORUSS: I believe we found our glove owner. *waves glove*
MOM: Uh, guys!! com'ere a minute!
VRISKA: Honestly, this isn't a 8ad place to live!
VRISKA: So what if I did????????
MOM: Yeah he could fit the glove, thats for sure. *Is he alive?? Should she even check???*
CPM: [RA is just so EXCITED and SCARED and THRILLED, he's shaking in his overalls.]
PSIIONIIC: Are they supposed to be IIn the webs or are they goIIng to be eaten by somethIIng large.
ERISOLSPRITE: *Cautiously floats along*
DOLOROSA: Uh oh. -are they alive?
DOLOROSA: -
A!BRO: Im having awful flashbacks *Something about too much sopor and a threesome with a spidertroll and a stagtroll*
PSIIONIIC: Are /we/ goIIng to be eaten by somethIIng large?
PSIIONIIC: II'd rather not do that.
PSIIONIIC: *bro oh my god*
VRISKA: I mean, it's possi8le.
ERISOLSPRITE: *This is certainly unpleasant and does not bode well*
VRISKA: O8viousy these carapacians are a meal for whatever is living here.
CPM: [Hearing voices they definitely open their eyes and blink. Being still. So still. Like good charges.]
JOHN: yikes.
PSIIONIIC: II have work tomorrow, II can't be eaten, II'd totally get fIIred.
HORUSS: *Spiders require a piece of hoofbeastart. Luckily the censor code is all over it*
PSIIONIIC: *He jolts at the sIIght of the eyes. YIIkes.*
DOLOROSA: Well.
VRISKA: Hey! Are you guys alive?
DOLOROSA: If no one else is, I'm cu++ing +hem down.
CPM: [The caparacians are ok and very still. They look up and then at the group. Run while you can.]
VRISKA: I haven't decided if we're going to keep you there or not.
MOM: *DANG THEY ALIVE* Oh man, oh dang. *She is quick to start trying to tear off that gross dusty silk when she sees them open their eyes.*
PSIIONIIC: They're blIInkIIng, dude, they're defIInIItely /alIIve/.
A!BRO: Woah there jade mama
VRISKA: Dead things can have their eyes move you know.
A!BRO: Cant just go disturbing charlottes web like that
VRISKA: -May8e when they're 8eing digested.-
PSIIONIIC: 'MIIrra. SpIIders sense movement IIn theIIr webs.
CPM: [That declaration has their eyes POP OPEN! Whoa no!]
DOLOROSA: -steps a little closer- I'm aware of +ha+.
PSIIONIIC: SomethIIng made thIIs shIIt.
VRISKA: It's a fucking spider, dum8ass.
DOLOROSA: Bu+ we can'+ jus+ leave +hem here.
MOM: Well we can't just leave them here can we? *Still pulling. She don't know too much about spiders, but hey its spiders.*
VRISKA: Or we can.
PSIIONIIC: Well then let's do somethIIng that's not /you rIIskIIng yourself alone/??
MOM: *Get some newspaper and there ya go.*
PSIIONIIC: God everyone IIs so dumb.
VRISKA: No8ody considers leaving them here an option.
VRISKA: I swear I'm working with idiots.
HORUSS: Cut them down, we will cover you. *Waves hoofbeastart around like a protective pony*
CPM: [There are at least 10-12 hairy spiders that CRAWL out of their hiding spots. They're moderately poisonous, they couldn't bite the carapacians if they wanted but why would they? These were there charges.]
DOLOROSA: -i'm not alone, i'm with fellow milf-
A!BRO: Thats a fucking horse cock
PSIIONIIC: *Oh my god*
JOHN: oh my god GROSS.
MOM: *Oh fuck.*
PSIIONIIC: That IIs EXACTLY what II expected oh my god.
ERISOLSPRITE: *...*
VRISKA: -She rolls her eyes AGAIN-
PSIIONIIC: *He starts sparkIIng hard around the horns*
CPM: [Some of them infact go to PROTECT their charges from these rude intruders. intRUDErs.]
DOLOROSA: -peers up at spiders, welp this looks fun-
MOM: *Fellow milf get your chainsaw ready. Because she already has her gun aimed at one big white spider.*
VRISKA: -She holds her hand up to Psii- Hey, Sparky, calm down!
VRISKA: Don't agit8te them!
VRISKA: Put your fucking weapons DOWN for a second.
HORUSS: *Do not hurt the majestic spiders!*
PSIIONIIC: Well, what are we supposed to do? Just back out slowly and see what happens?
DOLOROSA: -attempts to pull Roxanne back from the web-
VRISKA: -She shakes her head and carefully approaches the spiders.-
PSIIONIIC: Also thIIs IIs not purposeful, thIIs IIs just a thIIng.
NEPETA: :33 < *does she have bug spray??? seaches sylladex*
ERISOLSPRITE: *Why did he have to choose the guy with the horse dick as his savior-of-the-day. WHY.*
VRISKA: Hey! Spiders.
ERISOLSPRITE: *HE WASN'T EVEN SUPPOSED TO -BE- HERE TODAY.*
VRISKA: I had a spider lusus too.
VRISKA: She was pretty cool when she didn't suck.
A!BRO: ...
VRISKA: -Which was never.-
MOM: *She backs up a few steps with rosa but she is decently freaked out.*
PSIIONIIC: *Haha suck*
PSIIONIIC: *LIIke blood*
JOHN: *Thinks spidertroll would know what to do with spiders so. watches.*
CPM: [You crazy kids get out of our web.]
MOM: *This is some horror movie shit right here. Why lusi.*
VRISKA: The group with me is kind of dum8.
CPM: [Leave our charges alone.]
VRISKA: These guys actually LIVE on the surface.
VRISKA: And it's really cool you want to, you know, take care of them or whatever.
VRISKA: 8ut they're full grown.
VRISKA: And the most rewarding part of 8eing a8le to raise gru8s is 8eing a8le to let them go out into the world.
VRISKA: And now is their time, o8viously.
A!BRO: *He's twirling his sword in his fingers. Is he ready to attack? Defend? We just don't know*
CPM: [The spiders are just so charge hungry though, they want a child to love and care for so they're not really buying this. Parental denial.]
VRISKA: 8ut hey! If you explore elsewhere, you'll actually pro8a8ly find some wigglers that need you!
VRISKA: These guys don't actually need you.
VRISKA: -She's so 8ullshitting all of this-
A!BRO: ...
MOM: *Finger still on trigger and ready to blow up the spider closest to her.*
A!BRO: Fucking got it
CPM: *One larger one descends from the ceiling and checks out Vriska. Crawls on. She needs a loving family. Join the web child.]
A!BRO: Let them keep the werebun babies as charges when mama bun pops
VRISKA: -She glances over at the spider.-
VRISKA: Hey, I've already 8een raised!
JOHN: *John silently going 'ewewewewewewew'.*
VRISKA: 8ut if you want to help me out........
MOM: *Oh god spider why.*
VRISKA: What would really make me love and remem8er you forever is letting these guys go.
VRISKA: -She doesn't see what's so creepy a8out this.-
HORUSS: *Majestic fucking spiderbeast*
PSIIONIIC: *squIInts at vrIIska. you are a goddamn lIIar.*
VRISKA: -this is a FUCKING HONOR-
DOLOROSA: -Rosa just 8I-
MOM: *Try being human. Then you will understand.*
CPM: [The grand large spider guardian crawls over Vriska, considering this. Nah fuck it she's going in the web too. She needs a LOVING AND SUPPORTIVE FAMILY.]
VRISKA: Do you want to eat one of those guys?
PSIIONIIC: *POTENTIIALLY TOO LOVIING AND SUPPORTIIVE*
VRISKA: May8e like a trade?
HORUSS: *Shall he wack it with the horse dick?*
A!BRO: *Welp. We hardly knew ya. Have fun*
CPM: [All of them are humbly invited to the web party and spiders are coming to let this happen.]
CPM: [No, no shh web sweaters for all, gonna swaddle the fuck out of you new charges.]
PSIIONIIC: WrIIggler, II don't thIInk your sIIlver tongue IIs workIIng out.
HORUSS: *Horse dick wacking is going to happen. Get behind him spritedude*
PSIIONIIC: IIt mIIght be tIIme to get aggressIIve.
A!BRO: *Yeah, his sword is coming out of its sheath*
ERISOLSPRITE: *Alerady fucking hiding. Fuck this spider business. Save me, horsedick-wielding strongman.*
MOM: *Spiders no. nope not gonna happen. she is a mom herself she don't need to have spider parents.*
MOM: *She has her finger twitching on the trigger.*
JOHN: *spider-figthing time it seems. he is reluctant and grossed out but ready.*
MOM: *No shots fired yet, but she is gonna start soon.*
A!BRO: *Sighs. If only they'd listened to his werebun plan*
VRISKA: They're going to start fighting you guys.
PSIIONIIC: *StatIIc on the skIIn*
HORUSS: *He has already wacked the closest with the hoofbeastart*
DOLOROSA: .... -Aaaand Rosa sighs, she's just about to step forward and slice into the web but she's waiting just a moment longer-
CPM: [They're pretty poisonous, poisonous but SO FRIENDLY, Vriska's getting a web sweater.]
A!BRO: Dude
VRISKA: Okay, time for THAT to stop.
CPM: [Oh. Well, they didn't like that, nows the time to bite the aggressor,]
PSIIONIIC: SpIIders come on we are all adults.
PSIIONIIC: Oh shIIt.
MOM: *She fires upward once, not to hit, but to try and startle them off.*
CPM: [Everyone else gets a personal spider and some web sweaters ::::D ]
CPM: [WOW. RUDE]
CPM: [RUDE CHARGES]
JOHN: *no no NO sweaters. he's swinging around to scare off whichever's coming closer to him.*
PSIIONIIC: *They are so frIIendly, and II feel bad.*
A!BRO: *Uncle bro is just gonna kind of flash step and try and get to the trapped carapceans*
ERISOLSPRITE: *WOW NOPE. Erisol's horns are sparking threateningly but he can't actually do much other than spark and look like he MIGHT hurt something.*
PSIIONIIC: *WarnIIng to spIIder headIIng for PsIIII: he's kIInda got lIIke. electrIIcIIty on hIIm when he's nervous? so even IIf he's not tryIIng to hurt you he's a conductor.*
DOLOROSA: -Rosa is trying to avoid spiders and cut into the web now! How well could this possibly go?-
MOM: *She is quick to pull off the silky sweater and smack at the spider. Don't freak out. Don't freak out. JFC why spiders!?*
VRISKA: Okay, that's fucking it.-
CPM: [The spiders are decidedly not so friend now that things are kicking off. A few protect the carapacians from these SCARY INTRUDING RUDE PEOPLE.]
DOLOROSA: -Well frick-
VRISKA: -And she SWINGS HER SWORD AT THE ONE ON HER-
A!BRO: Yo spark mandrill swaddle these eight legged horrors in their own webbing if you can
PSIIONIIC: Oh, hey, okay yeah.
PSIIONIIC: *WEB TWIISTIING AROUND SPIIDERS.*
MOM: *Whacks at the spider with the but of her gun.*
PSIIONIIC: *not all of them*
PSIIONIIC: *just lIIke*
NEPETA: :33 < *Nepeta has a cardboard tube and is playing with one*
PSIIONIIC: *the ones around rosa mostly*
A!BRO: *Oh HELLO spiders.*
DOLOROSA: -thx babe-
NEPETA: :33 < (h33h33h33h33h33) *bat bat bat bat*
A!BRO: *Nepeta you useless POS*
PSIIONIIC: *omg*
PSIIONIIC: *nepeta*
DOLOROSA: -omfg Nepeta-
PSIIONIIC: *spIInny webs*
NEPETA: :33 < *smacks it around and LAUGHS at it stumbling and rolling*
JOHN: are we supposed not to kill these either?? *still batting away whatever comes his way*
PSIIONIIC: II don't even know what's goIIng on dude.
DOLOROSA: -doesn't that mean the carapacians are more trapped in the web now too? dammit-
PSIIONIIC: *SORRY*
PSIIONIIC: *IIT WAS THE MAN II DON'T KNOW'S IIDEA*
DOLOROSA: -frowns loudly-
A!BRO: *Uncle Bro is currently trying to cut carapacians out*
CPM: [RA is covered in webbing but he muffles words. The spiders are trying to run but are getting closed in.]
MOM: I'm guessin' so! but im gonna be honest, *ANOTHER SPIDER WHACKED WITH THE GUN* i'm loosen my patients here!
DOLOROSA: -assists the bruncle--
HORUSS: *Keep cutting them out, horse dick pony has you covered*
DOLOROSA: -THANKS HORSE DICK PONY-
PSIIONIIC: *he yanks at the webbIIng wIIth the psIIonIIcs*
DOLOROSA: -i never thought i would think those words in that order-
CPM: [Ra. Lusii enthusiast. Recreational director. Nerd. He was so young. The spiders are now running off and getting trapped though.]
HORUSS: *You are all welcome!*
A!BRO: *Goodbye forever Ra*
DOLOROSA: -wait- Shi+. -notices the RA getting webbed-
PSIIONIIC: *DIId RA DIIE*
CPM: [He don got swaddled]
CPM: [And cried about it in fear and joy.]
DOLOROSA: -growls a little and heads for the RA-
MOM: *She and john can fight off the spiders and keep them at bay from everyone else if they decided to come back. Right John??*
VRISKA: -Vriska's hoping that this sword hits on the spider on her-
A!BRO: Rosa i got these two go get that weird little fucknugget
JOHN: *Rigth miss!!*
DOLOROSA: Thanks.
PSIIONIIC: *He's floatIIng the webbIIng around tryIIng to catch spIIders IIn IIt*
PSIIONIIC: *lIIke IIn shrek*
DOLOROSA: -delicious-
A!BRO: *This is some thick webbing. Continuous trying to cut "charges" free*
CPM: [The sword had and those spiders are so getting rounded up. Oh look, there are also some chill ass bird lusii just watching this all go down.]
MOM: *Some BODY once told me these spiders gotta learn some manners before wrappin' people up :0*
DOLOROSA: -She frowns disappointedly at the spider swaddling the RA.-
PSIIONIIC: *omg*
PSIIONIIC: *Rosa: II'm not mad, II'm just dIIsappoIInted*
CPM: [Some birds just want to watch the world burn and squawk laughter about it.]
A!BRO: *OOOOOH UR IN TROUBLE*
VRISKA: -Vriska slides over to try and slice the spider on RA-
CPM: [The spider is busy with it's new charge, oh well. Now it's dead.]
DOLOROSA: Tha+'s a lovely swea+er, bu+-- -Oh hi Vriska-
CPM: [RA WHINES because it's DEAD how COULD YOU.]
MOM: *Is that squaking?? She looks up.* How many types'a lusi ya' got down here, ra??? *Those birds tho. Should we worry?*
DOLOROSA: -splattered with spider blood-
DOLOROSA: ....
DOLOROSA: /Thanks/.
VRISKA: -NOW time to carefully slice the we88ing from around RA-
VRISKA: Shut up.
CPM: [The birds are just watching this all go down. They're cool.]
PSIIONIIC: *snIIckerIIng*
VRISKA: I'm helping you.
DOLOROSA: Clearly.
CPM: [Checking out the idiots, laughing, doing asshole bird things.]
MOM: *Okay thank god.*
MOM: *Mean though.*
PSIIONIIC: Guys II totally have a net of spIIders.
PSIIONIIC: Why am II always left psychIIcally holdIIng the wrIIgglIIng anIImals.
HORUSS: *Has not killed a single spider with his wacking. He hopes*
DOLOROSA: Good job, dear.
CPM: [The carapacians wigging to help get unbinded and they're probably scarred for life.]
DOLOROSA: -sighs and pulls a handkerchief out of her sylladex to wipe spider blood off-
MOM: *She ignores the birds and goes to start ripping the webbing off one of the bound caripacians.*
JOHN: *He's still on lookout for the birds, though. So far every lusii's attacked, so why not them?*
CPM: [The big guy is the first to BUST free, flexing all those webs and hugging the two helping him probably.]
CPM: [Those birds are just so fine with everything down here.]
HORUSS: *milf troll, you are beautiful, but you are a murderer*
CPM: [It's entertainment and those spiders were ASSHOLES.]
MOM: *Aw man big hugs.*
DOLOROSA: -Vriska killed it, not me!-
HORUSS: *shuffles over to big man and hands him the big glove*
VRISKA: -8ecause I'm the hero here-
DOLOROSA: ->8C-
MOM: *Now onto freeing the other two.*
DOLOROSA: I guess we should +ry +o figure ou+ wha+ +o abou+ +he web full... -peers up- And +he birds.
A!BRO: *Still just trying to free folk*
DOLOROSA: I don'+ suppose we have ano+her box handy.
CPM: [The big man takes that glove and SHAKES horuss' hand, the little squat lady carapace gets out and dusts herself off, she's crying it's been WEEKS. "Thank you so much!!"]
VRISKA: Okay, stop crying.
JOHN: hey, we don't know how long she's been in here.
MOM: *LOUD FROWNING AT VRISKA. Let the lady cry.*
PSIIONIIC: Oh my god. *He looks at VrIIska* Who /are/ you. Why are you so bad at beIIng a normal person.
HORUSS: *Yes spider troll*
MOM: Don't mention it, you alright though? *She said to the small lady.*
HORUSS: *He likes the big guy. He is his favorite non-troll ever*
DOLOROSA: -looks at the RA and points up at the birds- You wan+ us +o ge+ +hem, righ+?
CPM: [She's so crying and she's a little spitfire that's been trapped in a fucking web for so long, so so long. Either way she nods, and gets her cry on.]
A!BRO: *Looks up at the birds. Has FLASHBACKS. He's so sorry little crow, HE'S SO SORRY*
PSIIONIIC: *Uncle Bro has a lot of flashbacks*
MOM: *Pats her back all supportive like. Or at least she is trying.*
DOLOROSA: -he's a war hero-
A!BRO: *Uncle Bro has seen some shit*
PSIIONIIC: *A war IInvolvIIng threesomes and crows.*
MOM: *What kinda' shit.*
A!BRO: *All kinds of shit. Mostly kinky*
PSIIONIIC: *II feel u, uncle bro*
HORUSS: *If there were no horses, he is not interested*
CPM: [He's mourning that spider and looks up at the birds, "Um... well yes? Though.. they seem fine." He just wants some lusii.]
JOHN: *i'm gonna cover my ears if you go on*
HORUSS: *Gotta catch them all?'
MOM: *Tell her about it later uncle bro.*
JOHN: don't see how or why we should catch lusii that are behaving, though...
A!BRO: Yeah theyre just being feathery assholes
A!BRO: Rock on dudes
MOM: Yeah. . .*Looks up at them birds again.* if they ain't doin' anything bad, then they might as well stay right? hey maybe they will even keep bugs away.
NEPETA: :33 < *she's sneakily climbing to get a bird. She wants SOMETHING dammit*
CPM: ["I agree!" RA likes this plan.]
HORUSS: How about you befriend them?
DOLOROSA: Tha+ works for me.
JOHN: *spots nepeta* uh-oh. cat troll at 3 o'clock.
PSIIONIIC: GoddammIIt.
NEPETA: :33 < *sSHHHH*
MOM: Makes our lives easier too. bird catchin' is different from bun wranglin'.
PSIIONIIC: Okay II hate to IInterrupt thIIs rIIvetIIng conversatIIon but what do II do wIIth all these fuckIIng spIIders.
A!BRO: Anybody got some catnip
DOLOROSA: Unless we find ano+her box, I +hink you migh+ have +o hold +hem.
A!BRO: You could always captchalogue them
PSIIONIIC: UntIIl we get outsIIde, rIIght.
DOLOROSA: Or drop +hem on people you don'+ like.
PSIIONIIC: LIIke II'm not gong to carry them around- hell no, II aIIn't lettIIng ese guys get them on my shIIt.
PSIIONIIC: *these guys get on my shIIt
JOHN: if there's no more lusii to catch you could go outside first? to find somewhere to drop them in?
PSIIONIIC: II'm dIIggIIng Rosa's plan, tbh.
PSIIONIIC: DroppIIng them on my enemIIes.
PSIIONIIC: Everyone runs from my spIIdery wrath.
DOLOROSA: ;)
DOLOROSA: Should we give +he place a good once-over?
HORUSS: Should I carry the majestic spiders that were not brutally slaughtered?
A!BRO: (Ill give you a good once over)
A!BRO: *Casually picks webbing off his sword*
PSIIONIIC: *MAKES A FACE AT UNCLE BRO*
DOLOROSA: -EYES HIM-
A!BRO: *Innocent stoic face*
CPM: [RA gets himself up and dusts himself off and nods, "Well... there is one more we know about that's been quite the bother...." Three is the magic number gais]
MOM: (Oh'my'fuckin'god.) *Uncle bro's whispers are heard.*
DOLOROSA: Wha+'s +ha+?
VRISKA: -She groans.- What now?
MOM: Wait what? another??
NEPETA: :33 < *Suddenly feathers and then nothing, she's standing with the group like nothing happened* oh noooo a botherrr
A!BRO: ...
MOM: *She is curious like her fellow milf.*
HORUSS: *STERN PONY STARE*
JOHN: the last one though. i hope.
ERISOLSPRITE: *WAS TOTALLY HERE ALL ALONG, hiding behind Horuss. He's not hiding anymore though, now that the danger seems to have been abated.*
CPM: ["Yes... it's the whole reason we had to install a metal bar on the... door up there." He just gestures down the walk way and WHAT a subbasement for the final boss??]
HORUSS: *Be careful not to float into the horse dick*
CPM: [Who'd a thunk it.]
A!BRO: *Loosens his tie from around his neck and undoes the first button of his shirt*
ERISOLSPRITE: *You don't have to tell HIM twice.*
MOM: *GDI RA. Oh well. She will travel with the other milf and the uncle bro guy. Adults with adults and all that.*
CPM: ["I'll uh... escort these two to the top and make sure they're taken care of." RA doesn't even wanna play with this lusus.]
MOM: *Team two milfs one bro*
CPM: ["Good luck to you all!" He gone.]
DOLOROSA: -glances at fellow adults like This sounds like a doozy and starts heading for the bolted door-
PSIIONIIC: TAKE THE SPIIDERS WIITH YOU.
PSIIONIIC: *And then follows them down yeah.*
A!BRO: *Moves towards the door too*
ERISOLSPRITE: *omg pSII*
VRISKA: -She proudly pushes her way to the front-
DOLOROSA: -resists the urge to push Vriska to the back-
JOHN: wait what-- oh my god. he's not even gonna stay for the last one?
DOLOROSA: -you're grounded young lady-
A!BRO: *Resists the urge to PUNCH A CHILD*
VRISKA: Why, are you too scared?
MOM: *It certainly does fellow milf. All adults are heading towards that door. Even with pushy vriska. She may have accidenly bumped the troll girl back with the tail of her gun.*
PSIIONIIC: *II bet uncle bro gets that urge a lot*
ERISOLSPRITE: the lu2u2-lovviin freak leavviin before wwe get twwo thii2 one ii2 2O not a good 2iign.
ERISOLSPRITE: *grumble*
NEPETA: :33 < *Nepeta is SO READY she's excited for this one!! She's RUNNING on into the sub basement*
DOLOROSA: -nepeta NO-
A!BRO: Hey meow mix what the fuck
JOHN: no, i am annoyed! the least he could do is stay if he's doing nothing to help?
VRISKA: -her speed increases cuz she's trying to 8e the FIRST-
A!BRO: *Takes off after her*
HORUSS: *carrying all the lusii(?)*
PSIIONIIC: *He IIs pretty wIIllIIng to NOT be the fIIrst one down there tbh*
JOHN: *aaand there they go, his ninja clan*
PSIIONIIC: *Just walkIIng normally*
MOM: *Oh man everyone is running now, don't wanna be left out!*
JOHN: *same psii, same*
MOM: *Laaaaaaame.*
ERISOLSPRITE: *Is also slow-going*
CPM: [The sub basement is dark and brooding and damp and very unpleasant. There is a large. LARGE white ball of fur curled around a carapacian who is sitting on top of it like Lord Jesus get me out of this and I will church twice on sundays and three times in the weekday.]
DOLOROSA: -also walking normally, because charging headfirst into danger seems like a stupid rookie idea-
A!BRO: *u kno he ded*
DOLOROSA: ...
VRISKA: -Fuck-
DOLOROSA: Well, +his explains a lo+.
VRISKA: -She stops suddenly, trying to see what this thing is.-
MOM: . . . .Well that don't look too good. *Commenting on the site of fluff before them*
VRISKA: -8ut she's carefully sneaking up toward it to get a 8etter luck-
HORUSS: *Distressed neighs*
MOM: *You're gonna need all the luck vriska.*
JOHN: *When he sees the ball of fur, he raises an eyebrow.*
VRISKA: -GOOD THING I HAVE ALL OF IT-
JOHN: is that like a giant cat??
PSIIONIIC: What the fuck IIs that.
DOLOROSA: If only someone here were allergic, we could +ell.
ERISOLSPRITE: *Just looks at the giant ball of fur like "why did i expect anything different"*
PSIIONIIC: *He's sparkIIng lIIghtly for lIIght.*
MOM: *Shes just. . .slowly making sure her gun is loaded for this.*
CPM: [The carapace SNAPS his head up to look at he people and WAVES, oh god yes! Save him!. The fluff stirrs and grumbles, it grumbles a deep grumbly grumble*
A!BRO: I
A!BRO: Fuck
CPM: [A grumbly grumle that fills up the room.]
MOM: God damn.
DOLOROSA: My sen+imen+s exac+ly.
VRISKA: -Fuck-
PSIIONIIC: Okay what IIs IIt tho.
ERISOLSPRITE: thii2 ii2 2o riidiiculou2.
A!BRO: I might be able to get to him and get him the fuck out of here without waking princess floof up
ERISOLSPRITE: 2omeone remiind me agaiin wwhy wwere not gettiin the fuck outta here already.
VRISKA: -She pauses for a moment 8ut is intent on 8eing 8RAVE here so she attempts to get closer, trying to see if she can see any other telltale part of this creature-
DOLOROSA: Wan+ one of us +o +oss you up +here?
DOLOROSA: -it's a joke-
A!BRO: You can toss me anywhere
MOM: I will volenteer to toss ya'.
A!BRO: *He starts stretching.*
MOM: Ya' don't look too heavy.
DOLOROSA: -ROLLS EYES-
A!BRO: Thanks ive been watching my figure
PSIIONIIC: Oh my cod, IIs the flIIrtIIng a reflexIIve response to your IImpendIIng doom, or?
CPM: [It's large arm moves to pull down its charge and STANDS, it's a bear. A huge fucking bear.]
PSIIONIIC: God. Oh my god.
A!BRO: Been all up in the gym just working on my fitness
PSIIONIIC: *Oh my god*
NEPETA: :33 < *oh.... yes*
ERISOLSPRITE: *Welp.*
VRISKA: -Vriska's jaw drops open-
PSIIONIIC: IIt's a fuckIIng bear.
A!BRO: Fuck
NEPETA: :33 < *the claws are out*
ERISOLSPRITE: awwe2ome. ju2t fuckiin perfect.
VRISKA: -And she needs to get out this sword so she dOES-
MOM: . . . . . . 'kay all for actually killin' it this time, say I.
ERISOLSPRITE: wwhat the fuck are wwe gonna do wwiith a BEAR?
DOLOROSA: ....
MOM: I.
DOLOROSA: -She's going to punch it.-
ERISOLSPRITE: ...
ERISOLSPRITE: ii.
DOLOROSA: -NOT LITERALLY-
JOHN: .........we should all bear in mind to e careful.
PSIIONIIC: *Omg*
JOHN: *to be
ERISOLSPRITE: wwoww.
PSIIONIIC: We could punch the bear.
CPM: [It protects it's charge and GROWLS at the intruders and the BAD PUN.]
ERISOLSPRITE: 2omeone get thii2 a22hole out of here.
MOM: JOHN BAD TIMIN'.
PSIIONIIC: Let's just totally punch the bear.
NEPETA: :33 < ok!!!!
ERISOLSPRITE: *glares at john*
JOHN: what!!
JOHN: i had to!!
DOLOROSA: I +hink we should all ge+ ready +o punch a bear, probably.
JOHN: when else do you have a fucking bear in front of you!
PSIIONIIC: II can also fly IIf that helps.
NEPETA: :33 < *down to the haunches and she's gonna have a fucking PELT what is team work?*
PSIIONIIC: II'm lIIke, super OP tbh.
DOLOROSA: When does +ha+ ever no+ help?
PSIIONIIC: *NEPETA*
DOLOROSA: ...
ERISOLSPRITE: wwhen iit come2 twwo punchiin bear2, ii am completely unprepared and refu2e twwo wwork towward2 a more prepared 2tate.
DOLOROSA: God damn i+.
MOM: *Click, and the gun is aimed at the bear. Okay she wasn't going to kill it, just shoot it in the leg to stop it from killin' someone else. BANG. Shot fired. Litterally.*
ERISOLSPRITE: iin fact, ii thiink iill ju2t leavve thii2 one twwo you guy2.
MOM: *She isn't playin' around now.*
NEPETA: :33 < *God its so beautiful and magestic and she's going to EAT it*
ERISOLSPRITE: iit2 not liike iim u2eful iin any wway 2hape or form anywway2.
HORUSS: *Forgive him for hurting such a majestic creature with his hoofbeast art*
DOLOROSA: You could dis+rac+ i+.
DOLOROSA: -looks at THE GLOWY SPRITE-
A!BRO: *Equius is somewhere being disapproving of his rail*
VRISKA: -She's rounding this 8ear carefully 8efore she lunges forward and TAKES A SLICE AT IT-
CPM: [The large bear stands in front of it's charge and takes a bullet to the shoulder. Now it's gonna charge and SWIPE at all the aggressors.]
A!BRO: *Just kinda watching everyone flail at this bear*
ERISOLSPRITE: *looks at dolorosa like "the fuck u want"*
MOM: *OH DAMN. Holds her ground and shoots at the huge ass bear again.*
DOLOROSA: Or don'+ dis+rac+ i+. -frowns loudly-
ERISOLSPRITE: iim not gonna dii2tract iit.
ERISOLSPRITE: iit wwiill eat me.
PSIIONIIC: Oh my god.
PSIIONIIC: II'll fuckIIng dIIstract IIt.
PSIIONIIC: *takes off*
MOM: *Don't run from a bear kids, it can run fast and climb trees.*
PSIIONIIC: *zooms at the bear hello bear*
ERISOLSPRITE: ii dont knoww about you but gettiin eaten ii2 not on my agenda twwoday.
NEPETA: :33 < *Nepeta jumps to the side, rolls and then POUNCES once more*
VRISKA: -she gets SLIGHTLY SWIPED ON THE ARM 8ut manages to jump 8ack 8efore more happens-
VRISKA: -A little 8lood never hurt anyone, so she tries to charge again.-
DOLOROSA: -well, she has no more time to argue. She needs to help punch a fucking bear.-
JOHN: *He's gonna run at it to attempt to bonk at the paws.*
ERISOLSPRITE: *gestures to psii* 2ee? more than enough iidiiot2 twwo 2atii2fy your 2adii2tiic need twwo 2end people to theiir doom.
ERISOLSPRITE: you dont need me.
PSIIONIIC: *from the aIIr* SHUT UP, GLOWSTIICK.
MOM: *FUCK BEAR PAWS. Jumping and doging was a good idea, but like Vriska ya' can't escape everything and her SHOULDER IS THE ONE TO GET SWIPED.*
ERISOLSPRITE: fuck you. *flips psii the bird*
MOM: *Nothin' too bad though but she is certainly retreating now.*
CPM: [That beat is meeting the zoomy zoom and punchy troll, it's gonna bite them. Meanwhile it gets a GOOD slashing in the leg and deep scratches onto it's back.]
CPM: [That bear has a thick hide, that's for sure.]
PSIIONIIC: *he IIs attemptIIng to zoom around the bear's head*
A!BRO: *Now he's springing into action, flashstepping around the bear and slashing at it to draw its attention*
DOLOROSA: -What's this? Rosa is turning the glow on and jumping to PUNCH the bear. Because, fuck it.-
DOLOROSA: -PUNCH BEARS.-
A!BRO: *omg so hot*
PSIIONIIC: *ROSA IIS SO HOT*
MOM: *Dang fellow milf is hot indeed.*
DOLOROSA: -Also she doesn't want her babes to get bitten, that would be bad.-
A!BRO: *He wants to fight her now*
HORUSS: *Troll milf is his favorite milf. She punches well*
MOM: *Roxanne is a bit preoccupied with the painful gash in her right shoulder, which makes it hard to lift a gun and aim.*
CPM: *That bear is so distracted by the zoomy troll it takes a right PUNCH to the head and ROARS out, running to the side some to get it's barings.]
CPM: [BEARINGS.]
VRISKA: -Casually 8leeding from her arm and ignoring it as she rounds the 8ear and goes running after it as it goes to the side-
HORUSS: *Charges at the bear with his fists rather than his hoofbeastart. Fists seemed more effective*
PSIIONIIC: *Can II eyelaser the bear?*
PSIIONIIC: *lIIke a lIIttle bIIt?*
NEPETA: :33 < *Nepeta takes this as a GREAT chance and is spiraling towards the bear in a ball and DESCENDS onto it's back*
MOM: *Okay, after a quick breather and the steadying of nerves shes back in there as well and opening careful fire on the bear's legs. She's tryin' her best not to kill it and can only fire in quick bursts now.*
CPM: [The bear can be eyelasered if the Psii has enough aim to not take out his friends.]
ERISOLSPRITE: *Watching uselessly. If he had a slurpee, he would sip it right now.*
DOLOROSA: -And Rosa drops and rolls after her punch, trying not to get crushed by bear.-
CPM: [One of the birds flew in here to watch and caw.]
MOM: *Bird either be helpful or shuddap.*
CPM: [CAW]
MOM: *BIRD GETS SHOT.*
A!BRO: *Uncle Bro gives the bird a thumbs up and goes to slash at the bears major joints. Time to incapacitate*
MOM: *By semi-mistake of course.*
MOM: */Poor/ thing.*
HORUSS: *THE HORROR*
DOLOROSA: -gonna pretend they exchanged names before this- Roxanne, you okay?
CPM: [CAWs dramatically and falls, it's been shot, it's flying days are over. Pathetic bird lying on the cold hard ground.]
A!BRO: *NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO*
CPM: [Still alive but barely breathing.]
CPM: [Speaking of BEARLY, that bear is getting wrecked by all these attacks. It's movement slows as it takes all these hits and cuts.]
A!BRO: *After this is all said and done, uncle bro is gonna rescue that bird and bring it back to the ship. He will heal you.*
MOM: *Oh shit, she quickly stops firing so she doesn't hit uncle bro.* Not gonna' die if thats what you're askin', ymirra. *She answers, wincing a bit and lowering her gun again. the gash in her shoulder is leakin' blood through her labcoat dress. this one is ruined for sure.*
JOHN: *He's still attempting to somehow get a good bonk to *any* of the paws, running around all the attackers to get a punch himself. *
PSIIONIIC: *he eyelasers the bear, from behIInd, so the bear wIIll block hIIs frIIends.*
DOLOROSA: -EYELASERING ITS BUTT?-
MOM: *PSI DO IT GOT THE BOOTY??*
PSIIONIIC: *yes IIt's butt*
PSIIONIIC: *no IIt doesn't*
A!BRO: *Not anymore*
MOM: *Damn.*
A!BRO: *He lasered it off*
A!BRO: *Like a bad tattoo*
NEPETA: :33 < *Nepeta's gonna plunge her claws in at the butt lasering*
MOM: *Hot damn.*
HORUSS: *punch pucnh*
A!BRO: *omfg*
CPM: [The bear is so done, it's really very done. It stumbles and falls with a faint growl. Ded.]
DOLOROSA: -scurries with her drinker fastness to hopefully grab the carapacian from atop the bear before it falls??-
PSIIONIIC: *He lands*
DOLOROSA: -WE JUST DON'T KNOW-
PSIIONIIC: ThIIs IIs the weIIrdest fIIght II have ever fuckIIng had.
VRISKA: Score!
MOM: *Thank god thats over.*
CPM: [The carapacian is SHAKING and scared and WHEEZE]
DOLOROSA: -Don't worry, Rosa has you now.-
DOLOROSA: Are you alrigh+?
A!BRO: *Uncle bro is so done. But that poor crow. He goes to scoop it up*
JOHN: i cannot believe i got over here for lemonade and ended up helping fight an actual bear.
NEPETA: :33 < *Nepeta is gonna take this pelt and all this meat and have a BBQ and everyone is INVITED :DD *
DOLOROSA: -adorable-
PSIIONIIC: *Meanders over past the dead bear to where the rest of them are*
PSIIONIIC: *aw nepeta*
A!BRO: *bloodthirsty*
VRISKA: Them's the 8r8ks, human kid!
CPM: [The bird is in his douchey hands. bleeding and cawing, laughing weakly at all the nerds.]
A!BRO: You little asshole
MOM: I personally think the bunnies were 'ta worse. *He right hand is shaking under the strain of keeping her gun up so she quickly tucks it back away. and now uses her free left hand to put pressure on her bleeding shoulder.*
A!BRO: Dont you fucking die
A!BRO: I got you
MOM: Is that squaker still alive??
A!BRO: Barely
CPM: [BEARLY]
JOHN: *bearly beloved*
A!BRO: *Cradles the bird in one and and goes to offer hot mom a shoulder*
DOLOROSA: -starts heading for the exit with the carapacian in her LOVING EMBRACE-
PSIIONIIC: ShIIt, IIs everyone okay?
MOM: Dang he's got fight in 'im then. *She will take that shoulder thank you. And she is a bit sorry about the bird.*
DOLOROSA: I'm fine.
PSIIONIIC: SemII-okay?
PSIIONIIC: Oh, good.
NEPETA: :33 < *The bear is now gone, tho and there is a cat troll looking REALLY innocent* at least we did it!!
PSIIONIIC: II fIIgured though, you're a badass.
A!BRO: Fuckin dunkass birb motherfucker
VRISKA: -Casually 8leeding from the arm- Gr8!
PSIIONIIC: *wIInces* You should probably bandage that shIIt.
CPM: [The Carapacian is shaking on Rosa and leaning on her, mumbling bear puns]
DOLOROSA: -she can bearly believe it-
VRISKA: Ehhhhhhhh l8r.
MOM: *How can you be so casual about this Vriska. Does this make Roxanne a baby? Cus she's pressing on her wound and taking it seriously.*
DOLOROSA: I can bandage you bo+h up once we ge+ ou+ of +his basemen+.
A!BRO: *Shhhhh, hot movie star douchebag has you...and this birb*
MOM: *Birb and movie star, dang aint that the best medicine.*
JOHN: *he simply stretches, once his hammer is back in the sylladex. man he sure hopes there's more lemonade out there.*
MOM: 'Kay well i'm kinda excited to get outta' this basement, what'bout you guys? time to go?
A!BRO: Yeah lets get you to the infirmary
ERISOLSPRITE: defiiniitely. *why r u even piping up erisol you didnt even help*
ERISOLSPRITE: *He's just really sick of this place ok*
DOLOROSA: -she's headin' out too-
DOLOROSA: -gdi erisol-
A!BRO: Cant believe that fucking ursadouche has not respect for hot moms
DOLOROSA: -she's got a first aid kit, she can at least stop the bleeding-
DOLOROSA: -gotta have bandages for the people she bites c:-
NEPETA: :33 < *Neps got some skinning to do but she's gonna help out with people*
NEPETA: :33 < *lick them wounds*
NEPETA: :33 < *slap on a bandage, g2g*
VRISKA: -She's OUTTA HERE-
A!BRO: *Oh shit. Uncle bro has a trauma kit, in case things happen on the field....the movie field....*
MOM: *She would love to leave before there are anymore lusi or her dress is even further ruined.* Damn, i know right? that bear was grumpy like nothin' else. *Ohemgee did he call her hot :00*
A!BRO: Come on lets get you to the med bay
DOLOROSA: -OLLIES OUT-
A!BRO: *He takes two hot birds to the infirmary B)*
ERISOLSPRITE: *Erisol just kind of FLEES THE SCENE having been the most helpful person in the entire thing ever forever*
MOM: *Ohhh mr bro ohhhhh.*
JOHN: *WHOOP and out he goes as well!*
