[[The doors stand close, looming and kinda greasy for when dem boys am arrive]]

DAVENFORTH: -HOL UP. We dem boyz.-

ROXANNE: -That us.-

DEREK: -looks the door over. huh.- We just bustin in?

ROXANNE: Looks weak enough like we could if we gotta'.

DAVENFORTH: Im takin my house back -He gonna kick it open-

DEREK: -SUCK MY DRAGON BALLZ BITCH CALL ME GOKU-

[[the door is so greasy and so easy to open that if Davenforth isn't carefull that kicking could make him fall into a full split]]

[[Upon entering the newly decked out captial of pimposity they will be faced with an intricate maze of mirrors. Oooooh aaaaah.... how annoying]]

ROXANNE: -Makes a face.- This shit is dizzying.

ROXANNE: Also ya'know always thought i wanted to visit the white house until now.

DAVENFORTH: -Takes off his mask and ventures in-

DAVENFORTH: I mean honestly fuck the white house but yeah it aint deserve all this

ROXANNE: -Walking in.- So weapons out now, or nah?

DEREK: -THE SWORD ALREADY OUT- ...

DAVENFORTH: -He brought rebellion for this one-

[[To be honest it's all kind of bullshit. And to make it bullshittier almost immediately there's already there’s some lanky cackling human slipping between the walls with TWO SWORDS. He flips them all around like crazy while laughing maniacally. This is the host. Where are your tickets?]]

ROXANNE: -Thats all the okay she needs, say hello to her semi-automatic, and a belt of reloads.-

ROXANNE: Mmm.

DEREK: -pretty hot roxanne. ngl.-

DEREK: ... Bro you need to chill.

ROXANNE: -Thanks, she tries.-

DAVENFORTH: Real talk

DAVENFORTH: How much you wanna bet ro pegs this motherfucker one shot

2SWRD: =Tazmanian devil noises, this is his real talk. He stammers and points a sword at them... they're tapped to his hands=

DAVENFORTH: Seriously

ROXANNE: Better at long distance but I got somethin' for this, one sec. -Shoulders the riffle and decaptcha's the hand gun she got from Eridan. Shes been practicing with this one too.-

DAVENFORTH: Kinda hot roro

ROXANNE: -There is very little time before getting it and then she is firing two shots at sword guy.-

2SWRD: =CLANG CLANG, looks like he knows how to use those swords... look out he's pointy and a banoodle and oh yeah he's in a thong with full body paint. Fellas, lady. Your welcome. SWINGS SORDS=

ROXANNE: -Gdi.-

ROXANNE: -So many levels of uncomfortable with this guy.-

DAVENFORTH: This voldo ass motherfuck well looks like its my turn -Raises his shades for a split second and winks at Rox before charging at this bitch and stabbing at him-

ROXANNE: -Shoots him a brief smile for that, but she is still internally so many levels of "Fuuuck this."- Fuck 'em up.

DAVENFORTH: Just gonna warm em up roro this is a team effort after all dont you tag team

2SWRD: !??!!?!?! =MORE TAZ NOISES, Crosses swords with Davenforth and raspberries nasty spittle into his face while gibberish speaking=

DAVENFORTH: -GROSS MY GUY. Tries to push him back.-

2SWRD: =He is a lanky thing so he gets shoved back pretty easy. Stops. Turns. Runs arms flailing into the white house. Making siren noises=

DAVENFORTH: Uh

ROXANNE: -Can she shoot him now?? Shes gonna try, POW.-

DEREK: Bitch. Wheres he think hes goin?

[[You can see his many reflections on the mirrors, if he doesn't get too far at least]]

DEREK: ... -starts breaking mirrors near him with the hilt of his sword-

DAVENFORTH: -Same tho-

[[The bullet crashes through the mirrors and now with other mirrors being broken the sirens stop]]

DAVENFORTH: I meant three shots

ROXANNE: Damn.

ROXANNE: Well thanks for the confidence anyways.

DAVENFORTH: You got the next one babygirl

ROXANNE: -Steps further in and smashes one of the mirrors with her boot clad foot. Feels good destroying government property.-

DEREK: Fuck yeah.

DEREK: -advances, smashing up mirrors as he goes-

[[They clear out the mirrors to a certain point but the deeper into the maze the mirrors seem to go liquidy then completely clear and watery. A troll woman strides out of the shimmery surface and steps down onto the floor. Her gown and hair are flowing in a way that's so effortless but probably has some effort to it and she just stares at these three bozos.]]

ANGSTGTH: =Sigh=

ROXANNE: -Um.-

DEREK: Oh shit its Ebony Darkness Dementia Raven Way.

DAVENFORTH: Fucking preps

ROXANNE: -SNRK.- Wow.

ANGSTGTH: =SIGH= yOUr outDAted meMes aRe so.....

ANGSTGTH: =gurgles= grOdy

ANGSTGTH: guEss yOu goTta, lIKe... dIe. or whaTEver =SIGHHHHH=

ROXANNE: Us grody? Ya' seen the whole capital lately?

ANGSTGTH: uGh yEs

ANGSTGTH: eVRy dAy

DAVENFORTH: -Captchas Rebellion and pulls out his sword that matches his brothers.-

ANGSTGTH: =UGHH=

DAVENFORTH: Whats the chances of you fuckin off and lettin us through you dont have to expend effort or die and i keep my suit clean fair trade

ANGSTGTH: =Tsks=

ANGSTGTH: uGh wELl i mEAn

ANGSTGTH: i prETty mUCh gEt... nOt suCky benEFits???

ANGSTGTH: so.... yEAh...

ANGSTGTH: anYWay.....

ANGSTGTH: =holds her crystal ball and it glows hotly before shooting WHITE HOT or... red hot or blue hot.... rainbow beams of light at them. Fires her laser=

DAVENFORTH: -Jet noise as he flips out the way-

ROXANNE: -Thats really cool, but also really deadly. She's gonna duck.-

DEREK: -oh shit, he zips out of the way too. damn magical goths.-

ANGSTGTH: =SIGHHHSS= jUSt.... no..... =Just die, she wants to get back to brooding=

DAVENFORTH: -Flashsteps towards her but flips over her at the last minute, aiming a kick at her back-

ANGSTGTH: =DOOF, goes ragdolling into one of the mirrors= uuuuugGHhhhhhh

[[She disappears into the liquid silver, bloop]]

ROXANNE: Nice shot. But also what the fuck? -How she do that.-

ANGSTGTH: =The same way she emerges from another one, shooting bright yellow heat beams at Davenforth= rUDe uGh i lIKE

ANGSTGTH: waSHed tHIS, iT's a pAIn to lauNder hERe =gurgles=

DEREK: Oh damn.

DAVENFORTH: -Backflipping for his GODDAMN LIFE-

ROXANNE: -Its rude to shoot beams at people. Although now that there is distance between her and Davenforth, Roxanne is shooting to disarm her of the use of her arms, how do you like bullets heading for your shoulder.-

ANGSTGTH: =They suck like.... big time=

ANGSTGTH: =Her shoulder jerks and she winces, clenching teeth atthe bullet in the shoulder= my tOp UUGGGGGHHHHH, i cAN't croTChet lIKE tHIS

ANGSTGTH: gOd

ANGSTGTH: =lifts her uninjured arm charges up the crystal ball here comes a rainbow fire party everywhere but directly under it=

ROXANNE: -WELP.-

DAVENFORTH: Sorry ro -Flips and FLINGS Roxanne towards the girl. He's gonna....try and dodge this fuckery with flashsteps????-

ROXANNE: -DUDE.-

ANGSTGTH: =WHY? HER PERSONAL SPACE?? Doof! That startles her enough that the crystal ball goes wobbling out of her hands= oh my gOOOOOOOOOOOOOd! =Today is just... #TheWorst=

ROXANNE: -But also sort of thanks. well if she is going to be anywhere in proximity shes going clubbing with the butt of her hand gun.-

ROXANNE: -NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOUR BAD DAY LADY.-

ANGSTGTH: =AND she's hit in the face? RUDE.=

ROXANNE: -B)-

DEREK: -oh shit, slides to snatch up the crystal ball as it rolls away, after he TOO flash steps around the fuckery. assuming it doesn't just break...-

[[The ball doesn't break, it's just hecka warm. Meanwhile her mirrors are still liquidy and glowing and she's laying on the ground. Today. BLOWS.]]

ROXANNE: -Gently kicks her with her foot.- 'Kay that went alright.

DEREK: Ooo fuck hot potato. -bounces it between his hands a couple times before he sticks it into his sylladex.-

DAVENFORTH: -Skids to a halt, panting a little.- Alright lets go

ROXANNE: -Causally reloads.-

ANGSTGTH: uGh yOUr shOes aRe diRty sTOp >:(

ANGSTGTH: nooooooooooo UGGGHHHHHHH

ANGSTGTH: =Sighs and lays here, reciting poetry about her shitty day=

ROXANNE: What about goth girl here. -Doof punt pow. Keeps sticking her foot on her.-

ANGSTGTH: MMNNGNGNGNNG

DAVENFORTH: -Walks over and poises his blade over her face.- Occupational hazard

ROXANNE: -She backs up, hands up, giving Davenforth the space.-

ANGSTGTH: =SIGH= i mean =shrugs on arm= yEAh

DAVENFORTH: -Doesn't think about it, just stabs down. Then he lifts it back up, walking forward like nothing happened.-

[[DED]]

ROXANNE: -Gonna try not to commit that image to memory. Store it away for later, Roxanne.- .............

ROXANNE: -Cool shes good lets roll.-

DEREK: -whoops, he doesn't seem all that phased by this. it's almost like they've done this shit before.-

DAVENFORTH: Fuckin annoying holy shit -He keeps pressing forward-

ROXANNE: Mhm. How many of this side show freaks ya' think we gonna' run into?

DAVENFORTH: As many as we gotta put in a casket i guess

[[Here they are.... The end of the maze and an arch to even celebrate that. How simple..... TOO SIMPLE. Or it’s just simple.One thing’s for sure it’s dusty as hell over there. Do they not sweep here? Probably not.]]

DAVENFORTH: All this shit and still no housekeeping unbelievable i bet barack is turning in his grave

ROXANNE: Where are the standards.

[[There are none]]

ROXANNE: -Terrible. Where is the nation's pride.-

[[There is none]]

DAVENFORTH: -It never had it-

DEREK: -shimmies thru the arch... expecting confetti... or some kind of indiana jones style booby trap.-

DAVENFORTH: -Walks through-

ROXANNE: -Shes going through last.-

[[It’s never that easy, let’s be honest here. As soon as they get closer the arch starts to waiver and then SPLATS onto the ground making a mess of water onto the dust that was on the floor. They will get wet.]]

ROXANNE: -W hy.-

[[Party]]

DAVENFORTH: ! -Jumps away-

ROXANNE: Eugh. This hole place makes me feel like im on drugs.

DAVENFORTH: You think this is what bein on drugs is like

DAVENFORTH: Kinda close

ROXANNE: 'Dunno never did any.

[[ The dust absorbs the water and builds up. It bubbles ominously and from the muddy slime googly-eyed skitter critters start to emerge. Damn. Those are some big seamonkeys.]]

DEREK: Well I know what were doin when we get outta here.

DAVENFORTH: Okay nevermind definitely like what being on drugs is like

DEREK: …

DEREK: Huh.

ROXANNE: Im too old for-- .........jeez.

[[They look slimy and crawl over each other, skitter critters. Like giant beetle/crossed silverfish]]

DAVENFORTH: What the fuck actually

[[Clickity clackity bug noises as they climb all over the walls and on the floor. If y'all thought roach problems were bad here comes the monkeys]]

ROXANNE: This is hell. -Okay switching to the big gun for this, strapping the hand gun on her belt and taking the safety off her rifle.-

DAVENFORTH: Im pretty sure youre right about that -Eyeing these creatures and their surroundings. -

ROXANNE: -Shes gonna test popping one right between its many eyes. Please let it be that simple.-

[[Thery're here to crawl right up your leg Davenforth. Also Roxanne does shoot and kill it. It gurgle clicks into a mound of slime and releases a cloud of noxious gas that'll make any sniffers dizzy. The slime is thick and slippery. They're not even attacking. They just exist and crawl around]]

DAVENFORTH: -EUGH. He kicks them off and starts backtracking away, until he gets a whiff. Trips and stumbles behind Roxanne.-

ROXANNE: -Finally she kills in one hit. Thank god. Except there is no god, not here.-

ROXANNE: About damn ti--nngnh. -Woah head rush. Shes quickly covering her mouth and nose.-

[[The more these critters crawl the slimier the floors and walls get, the slime faintly has that smell effect but as it builds up the scent gets stronger.]]

DEREK: -covers his mouth quickly before he catches too big of a WHIFF but mmmmmnnggg. this is getting hairy as the fumes spread... he grabs his wobbly brother with his free hand, and while he still has coordination, shoves him across the slime down the end of the hall. IT'S LIKE A WATER SLIDE, DAVE. HAVE FUN.-

DAVENFORTH: What the fu--- -Goes sliding past all these slimy heckers.-

[[WHEEEEE, he's too fast for the bugs, they're not even worried about him. They're just being adorable sea monkeys]]

ROXANNE: -They would be cute if they didnt stink.-

DAVENFORTH: -Coughs and shakes his head. Pulling himself up. Looks back at Derek and Roxanne.- What the shit are you doing asshole

DEREK: -JUST OK HANDS AT HIM. you got this. meanwhile, he's starting to cough too.-

DAVENFORTH: DEREK

[[Fumes: Are noxious]]

ROXANNE: -She got to put the safety on her gone shes too dizzy for this shit. Also fuck standing, Derek mind if she leans on you a bit.-

ROXANNE: Fuckin'..

ROXANNE: Gotta' get over there.

DEREK: -wheeze. hooks an arm around roxanne's waist to support her and waves the other arm at dave.- BITCH MOVE.

DAVENFORTH: You shittin me right now youre in the middle of a fucking stank cloud

KURLOZ: =Walks up behind Derek and Roxanne. Looking Davenforth in the eyes=

KURLOZ: 👍

ROXANNE: -Wow because thats not creepy.-

DAVENFORTH: -Has he seen this clown before?-

KURLOZ: =At the college, he organized them arriving there. Your welcome=

DAVENFORTH: -You bitch-

KURLOZ: =Taps Derek on the shoulder, and will support his weight if need be. Move your meat sack before you pass out and he isn't hoisting anyone tbh=

DAVENFORTH: You die im kicking your fucking ass twice over -Ugh. he keeps running. Guess the Oval office is soon.-

ROXANNE: -Clown bro how are you not suffering from the gas.-

KURLOZ: =He doesn't breathe, easy= :o)

KURLOZ: =Nods and is gonna guide them on outta there to fresh air=

ROXANNE: -Also wraps an arm around Derek, they will stay up together dammit. What do we say to death, not today.-

ROXANNE: -Also nudges him to move his ass.-

DAVENFORTH: -Nyooming down the hallway.-

[[The Oval Office is trashed with graffiti, the presidential seal on the floor updated with the ICP logo. There are discarded Faygo bottles everywhere. There’s also just magical STARDUST piled up on the desk and on the floor. There’s also this BITCHIN spiral staircase to the roof]]

DAVENFORTH: -Stops to take a selfie.-

DEREK: -HE'S NUDGED.- Aight Im movin Im moooovin. -MOVES. WOBBILY. but he glances back at where his brother was. he didn't want him to do this alone... he don't trust that motherfucker to NOT do something stupid.-

DAVENFORTH: -Heads on up that staircase-

ROXANNE: -Stop talking and breathing you DINGUS. Shes still dizzy as fuck but shes doing her best to guide them after the clown. Also yeah she is also really worried about Davenforth...-

ROXANNE: -For once please dont be an arrogant bastard, friend.-

DAVENFORTH: -Literally no guarantees-

ROXANNE: -Dont.-

DAVENFORTH: -8)-

[[The higher he ascends the stairs the more obviously he can hear the sound of beat boxing and fresh, muffled lyrics. The smell of Faygo is stale and sickeningly sweet. Gritty special stardust leaves a trail and once he gets up there... there they are. Jamming away]]

SHAGGY: =Check his baggy jorts, check his high white socks, check his Polo slippers and probably blank white eyes maybe. Or is that the stardust in the air Homeboiiii =

VIOLENT J: -everything was blue... his jorts, his jants, his japris...-

VIOLENT J: -but there is definitely something extra unsettling about this pair as they slam back this wicked elixer. the larger of the two wipes away the sugar liquid dribbling down his chin with an ashen pale arm, trashy tats glowing with some weird energy. discarding the half consumed bottle, he turns to davenforth with blank eyes framed by pitch black makeup.-

VIOLENT J: WELL SHIT LOOK WHO'S PUNK ASS DECIDED TO SHOW UP?? THIS RICH BITCH.

SHAGGY: UH OH FUCKO JAY. THE MAD MEDIA SHIT TALKIN, STALKIN BITCHASS DUDE GOT BALLS. SHAGGY: FOR NOW, BUT NOT LONG.

DAVENFORTH: -Rests his blade on his shoulder.- Wow just wow im impressed honestly

DAVENFORTH: Tell me guys

DAVENFORTH: Howd yall manage to look even less threatening in real life thats a real talent honestly

VIOLENT J: -belly laughs with an unsettling, undernatural kind of growl underlying it.- HOMIE AIN'T AS CLEVER IN PERSON. YOU THINK HIS SPOILED ASS HAVE SOME BITCH WRITING HIS TWEETS FOR HIM OR SOMETHING???

SHAGGY: YO, WHAT YOU TALKIN ABOUT HE IS THE BITCH! =Laughs, it's gurgling and layered while taking one last swig of his elixer=

DAVENFORTH: Spoiled aww come on we all cant live in the lap of luxury getting raised by wild dogs in the midwest -He's eying them, studying them and this fucking...what the fuck is this glowy bullshit anyway.-

DAVENFORTH: Losin your virginity to an ear of corn man that must have been wild times

SHAGGY: DON'T STALL YO. CAME UP HERE WITH A PAIR THEN YOU TREMBLED EM DOWN YOUR PANTS SUIT, FUCK! SHAGGY: TIME'S IS WILDIN OUT, COME GET YOUR WHOOPINS MONEYBAGS.

DAVENFORTH: -He smirks- Youre gonna feel this pair on your forehead before this is said and done with

DAVENFORTH: Be useful and hold this for me -He chucks his sword at Shaggy and flashsteps out of view, appearing behind Violent J, removing his suit jacket and trying to throw it over his head.-

SHAGGY: =Thats a sword incoming hot, spins his arm up and suddenly long, dark and shiny ropes are in his palm. He spins them and jams his ass on out the way. Whipping the ropes on over for them ankles my man. He gon latch=

DAVENFORTH: -Oh what the fuck. That sure is a rope latching around his ankle. He's got barely enough time to draw his pistols from his strife specibi. Tries to get off a shot or two before whatever is about to happen.-

SHAGGY: =If Davenforth looks down, he'll see the rope is Shaggy's greasy, lopped off dreads. Longer.... stronger, gettin their friction onger=

VIOLENT J: -damn, man. this is the nicest thing he's ever worn on his body. it's easy enough to dispose of, turning to throw this jacket back around dave's neck. the combob of jacket and dreads is intended to push and pull him down to the ground.-

DAVENFORTH: -Oh fuck! He lets out a strangled noise. Yeah okay, breath is suddenly hard to come by, he misses that commodity. Alright new target. He aims his pistols at Violent J's face, letting out a flurry of bullets.-

VIOLENT J: -TAKES A WHOLE BUNCH OF LEAD TO THE FACE... which, realistically, should kill a bitch dead. but instead he just... staggers, touching at bullet peppered face paint .- DAMN! FUCKOOOFFFF!

DAVENFORTH: -Tries to slip his own jacket from around his neck-

SHAGGY: =It's okay man bro he got you= YO, YOUR PAINT JAY. HOLD UP! =Snags ropes again and is going to flail and body slam Davenforth on the WhiteHouse Helepad. TARGET CENTRAL YO=

VIOLENT J: OHHHHH SPLASHED! -says while face... oozes...-

DAVENFORTH: -Pain shoots through his body and he lets out a pained noise. What the FUCK man? He's trying to shoot at Shaggy now, to get his legs free.-

SHAGGY: =NOT HIS JORTS, he takes many bullets. One to the knee and stumbles. Davenforth can feel the greasy dreadlocks writhe and squirm in pain as he does so. But they loosen=

DAVENFORTH: -He pulls his feet free, tumbling back and taking the time to reload. Eyes his sword. Starts flash stepping around and peppering them with bullets to confuse them.-

VIOLENT J: -wobbles around rather comically. WhOoOOOOoOOA!!! the bullets are disorienting and he's taking a few hits, but it doesn't seem to be doing much to him... he just keeps oooozing from the wounds.- THIS BITCH IS SLIPPERY!

SHAGGY: =He's not really looking any better, a frustrated wet sound bubbling up in side him as he leaks.= THEN LET'S GET SLIPERRYIER! =Whips the dreads again then slams them on the ground and they branch out wildly in different directions. Where's your feetsies Dave=

DAVENFORTH: -NAH FAM. Stows his pistols and whips past his sword, hupping it up and slashing wildly at dread vines. Don't you fuckers play videogames?-

VIOLENT J: -ONLY BACKYARD WRESTLING 2: THERE GOES THE NEIGHBORHOOD-

DAVENFORTH: -GOD DAMMIT-

SHAGGY: =Speaking of the dreads leave grease all on that sword but also here comes this lanky motherfucker, he's coughing up vicous fluids but not befor he tries for a good grip On Davenforth, are y'all ready for this?=

DAVENFORTH: -Are ya ready kids? He EXPLODES forward, propelling this grease ass sword at Shaggy again and trying to slide under this gross bile. He knew y'all bitches was sticky, but greasy too? HELL NAW-

SHAGGY: =SHUNK, he gets stuck with the sword and laughs giddily spilling all kinds of sloppy fluids while this sord protrudes from his lanky frame=

VIOLENT J: -time to tag team this shit again. he's RUNNIN' IN to grab dave from behind. they're all slippery now... but if he can get a grip, he's taking him to suplex city.-

SHAGGY: =Its a sammich=

DAVENFORTH: -Tfw you thought you were sliding home free but some fat clown motherfucker decides nah you out. There's a slight crunch as Davenforth is suplexed. he lets out a groan as the world spins for a bit, but it's not too long before he's trying to recover, get to his feet so he can plan his next attack.-

SHAGGY: =Will he get that plan though? Here comes a chest slap, look alive vulnerable human. That AND he's rockin a sword better than you could. DAMN=

DAVENFORTH: -DOOF! Grabs the hilt and drives it DEEPER, then tries to force it upward, all the while they're slipping across the roof.-

SHAGGY: =HRK! SPLORTS more nasty fluids on Davenforth as they slip, the sword is inching upward that's for sure and he's gonna try to drive them right to the edge= CAN YOU SURVIVE THE BIGGEST BASS DROP IN HISTORY PLAYBOY? =His voice even more distorted and offkey with itself=

DAVENFORTH: -Smirks at him- Fuckin drop it -Jumps and flips over him, yanking the sword out, and as he's twirling overhead opens his legs and rubs his nuts ALL ON HIS FOREHEAD. When he lands he slices at his neck. Give him the top first.-

SHAGGY: =There goes the sword and also his neck he done gets sliced=

DAVENFORTH: -Catches that head in his sylladex casually-

VIOLENT J: -OH FUCK!!! ok, he's not laughing anymore. his face twists with paint and ooze and rage, running at dave with beefy arms ready to clothesline.-

DAVENFORTH: -That's a lot of big coming at him all at once.- Oh shit big babys mad DAVENFORTH: -Tries to duck and slice at that leg-

VIOLENT J: -well if he's gonna try THAT then he's just gonna jump to tackle him instead.-

DAVENFORTH: -My guy. MY DUDE. BOOMF! Davenforth groans as he's just crushed by this meaty oozey mother fuck. He's pretty sure he heard something crack. Not sure on who but it happened....-

VIOLENT J: -he's about to hear something ELSE crack. time for a good old fashioned beat down, fists 2 face.-

DAVENFORTH: -OOF OOF OOF OOF. His face is just eating these blows like sunday brunch and his glasses crack. He's not bein a bitch tho, trying to throw his own blows back.-

ROXANNE: -Fresh air had done wonders for her head, it was killing her but at least she could see straight. See straight enough to drag herself to another roof top anyways. She meant it when she said she was going to cover these boy's asses, Davenforth doesnt get off the hook just because of noxious fumes.-

ROXANNE: -Shes had enough time to set herself up, finger steady on the trigger, eye piercing through the scope. As much as it sucked to see Dave getting his face beat on, this was a great line up for a shot. Eat rounds, clown.-

ROXANNE: -Pulls the trigger and shoots a bullet for right between Violent J's eyes. Rest in rip.-

VIOLENT J: -that ninjette got him square in the noggin, and despite all the blows he's taken to the face, this one has his thrown back, off of dave and left a twitching mess. not quite dead -- but not quite

functioning

either. it's like he's trying to get back to his feet but can't quite make it without flailing. WHAT EVEN IS HE? MAN, MACHINE, SOMETHING ELSE ENTIRELY?? one thing is for certain, he's about to be DECEASED.-

ROXANNE: -Hes nasty thats what. She may also be quietly congratulating herself on shooting the juggalo president.-

DAVENFORTH: -Coughs and sputters up some blood, dragging his ass up standing. Goddamn, he must have one hell of a guardian angel. Everything is blurry, not quite right...oh shit is that sunlight? Maybe that's why his noggin hurts so much...well that and the tenderizing it received. At some point his sword left his hand, he scrambles for it, trying to steady himself. The broken frames on his face are thrown aside, his left eye scarred by broken glass but whatever. Despite the searing pain he focuses. His sword passes through J's neck like a hot knife through butter, and that's another skull in the dex. Everything looks like a JJ Abrams movie but he can tell everything's on fire, with no means of escape. Wheezing a bit and choking up another bloody loogie he leans on his sword. He's kinda fucked ain't he?-

DEREK: -NOT QUITE. thanks to clown intel about the white house layout, and after fighting through a few more bullshit obstacles, a slightly battered brother emerges from the stairwell a few moments later, zipping over so dave can lean on him instead.-

DEREK: Hey... Looks like I made it just in time. Convenient. -notices the sunglasses have been fucked up, so he offers up his own to place on dave's face instead. that's why he has them in the first place, after all.-

DAVENFORTH: -Leans heavily on Derek, wheezing a little. Thanks for the shades though, maybe the pain in his head will subside a little.- You asshole -Coughs a little bit more, spitting blood to the side-

DAVENFORTH: I knew you didnt want these hands

DAVENFORTH: So whats your brilliant escape plan

DEREK: Well we got a getaway vehicle waitin... Considering we arent being discreet anymore... Why not fly to them? -we both have to have hoverboards, come on...-

DAVENFORTH: -Wheeze laughs at that, except it causes him to cough a little more blood.- DAVENFORTH: Think i punctured somethin but sure why the fuck not wheres everyone else though

DEREK: Ridin around in an ice cream truck.

DEREK: -takes out the hoverboard and helps dave to stand on it with him- You good? Like your not gonna go flailing into the wind after we take off right?

DAVENFORTH: -Gives him a bloody grin- Come on dude what kind of scrub do you take me for these headless scrublords

DEREK: -snorts- Ok cool. -keeps a tight hold of him though... and then they nyoom, ice cream truck bound.-

DAVENFORTH: -See, look Qirin. He's alive!-

RILEY: -its harder to feel comfortable with a guitar when she's just getting bigger, but she's found a position on a bench where she can play again. not singing just strumming and plucking away-

KURLOZ: =He's going about his business, getting things ready while everyone seems to laze about which was fine. He wanted them done a certain way. Hearing guitar he hums then glances over at a Riley. One of their newer guests and makes his way over. Giving her a wave=

RILEY: -peeks up at the approached. another clown? mime? Jesus Christ: she nods in response and grins, continuing to play.- any requests?

KURLOZ: =taps his chin then tilts head at her, throwing hand gestures and sign language at her= <Be you one of those other ignorant motherfuckers on the language of the hands?> =There are ignorant motherfuckers in abundance=

RILEY: oh. sorry, i don't know sign. i mean...if you write stuff down, i can read it.

KURLOZ: =Puts her on the list of rude motherfuckers then. Pops something out of his sylladex and puts it down on the bench next to Riley. It's a crystal skull. A troll skull with clear gem eyes while the rest of it is a mixture of blues and purples and a little pink. Seats his ass on the other side of the bench. The skull between them then his eyes flicker purple and green. The skull speaks= SKULL: NONE SCRIBE REQUIRED BABYMAMA.

RILEY: -makes a face at that display- uh. mmm. is there another way?

SKULL: LEST YOU GET THINESELF LEARNT IN THE LANGUAGE OF THE HANDS. HELL NAY.

RILEY: ... RILEY: you wanna teach me then? crash course? sorry dude but this thing is fucking creepy.

SKULL: SISTER IF THIS WHERE YOUR LINE IS DRAWN THEN O'ER THE HORIZON MANY HORRORS AWAIT YOUR ASS.

RILEY: ...yeah i know that. -frowns- just like to lessen the creeps when i have a chance. RILEY: do i look at you or the skull?

SKULL: WHICHEVER YOU SO PLEASE, MAKES NO DIFFERENCE AS BOTH ARE BUT VESSELS THROUGH WHICH SPEAKS HAST PASSED. KURLOZ: =He's not even looking at her tbh, he's glancing about the green watching some of the humans here hustle to and fro. Good, they're handling their shit.=

RILEY: where do you even get something like this?

KURLOZ: =Turns to her finally then shrugs= SKULL: WILL SAVE THOU THE INCREASED CREEPS AND KEEP THE INFORMATION WITHDRAWN.

RILEY: oh jesus, OKAY. but back to my original question, do you or your skull friend have any requests?

KURLOZ: :o) SKULL: NEVER TOOK CARE TO FAMILIARIZE MY WICKED SELF WITH Y'ALLS LYRICAL CATERWAULING. WHICHEVER PICK YOU LAND ON MAKES NONE DIFFERENCE.

RILEY: -she laughs genuinely with an incredulous look on her face- lyrical caterwauling. i like that.

KURLOZ: =gives her two thumbs up and nods, he likes it too. Because it's true=

RILEY: can i steal that for a song title of mine?

RILEY: it's brilliant.

KURLOZ: =waves at her like "oh stop"= SKULL: USE AS YOU WISH, THERE AM A WEALTH OF BRILLIANCE TO BE HAD IN MY SYNTAXES.

RILEY: i can credit you as mime guy with a freaky talking skull.

RILEY: now that--THAT. RILEY: is the name of a band.

KURLOZ: =shrugs with one shoulder= SKULL: CREDITS BE DO AND THEN SUCH AM THE REPAYMENTS THEN. GIVING CREDIT WHERE IT IS DUE TO USE NOT PLAGARISMS IS TO SACRIFICE PRECIOUS PENNIES. CHARITIBLE WHERE NOT NEEDED BUT BAD AS SHIT BUSINESS PRACTICE.

RILEY: -stares at the skull. She didn't understand a word of that.- yeeeees. exaaaaaactly.

KURLOZ: =snorts then gestures to her guitar=

RILEY: you want me to play anything?

RILEY: ANYTHING i want?

KURLOZ: =Shrugs= SKULL: MUCH AS I MAY REGRET SUCH FREEDOMS I DO GRANT IT.

RILEY: -pauses for a little and then aggressively strums- BOOTY BOOTY BOOTY BOOTY ROCKIN EVERYWHERE.

KURLOZ: =actually he can jam with this=

RILEY: -she's literally just yell singing the lyrics-

KURLOZ: =That's fine. He's accustomed to screams=

PENNY: -She's been around the dorms for a while and now ended up in the cafeteria, some shitty beer in a cup. Why?? College kids is why.-

RILEY: -at some point she also goes to the cafeteria, and actually runs into penny. she's drinking something. riley misses alcohol. she looks at what's around the cafeteria before approaching her younger sister- hey.

PENNY: oh hey sup beautiful. 

PENNY: geddit. -points between their eyes with two fingers.- we have the same genes.

RILEY: that we do. -snorts, looking around again before back at penny- how's college life for you?

PENNY: -SIIPS.- you know I think Im winning at it. 

PENNY: closest Ive gotten before. -raises cup like a toast- 

PENNY: cheers to a lonely mediocre adulthood.

RILEY: same. fuck college, honestly. 

RILEY: trust me, you stick with us it won't be lonely or mediocre for long.

PENNY: itll be crowded and shitty instead. -SNORTS WAY TOO LOUD and starts laughing-

RILEY: it'll be something. that's all i can promise you. 

RILEY: -pauses- you're pretty good with a gun. dad ever teach you?

PENNY: pfff. -sip- 

PENNY:  Dad never kept a lock on it. I taught myself. -sniffs. She's trying to imagine her dad being around enough to teach her more. In her day, he drifted even further.-

RILEY: ha. sounds about right. all kinds of fucking safety hazaards in that house. -it's hard not to get sucked into the memories. the hard parts. the pain of it all. she's trying her damnedest to push it away-

PENNY: -stares at Riley for a long moment, just holding her cup- 

PENNY: ... you know you dont have to like. -waves her other hand around- relate to me or whatever. maybe you were there once but you have no idea what I went through. 

PENNY: you dont know what they were like after you left.

RILEY: it's not me having to relate to you it's... nevermind. 

RILEY: but you also don't know what they were like before i left. 

RILEY: you were just the tiniest ginger.

PENNY: yeah maybe. -looks off, shifting in the stupid cafeteria seat-

PENNY: who knows. maybe they were the same.

 PENNY: just a little different when theyre right in your face with it and the one person you think can get you out of it never shows up.

RILEY: -her expression softens- i uh. 

RILEY: i wanted to take you with me.

PENNY: and look at me now.

RILEY: oh, i am. i have been. 

RILEY: they tell you they kicked me out?

PENNY: -squints at her- why?

RILEY: -glances at the table- embarrassed mom i guess. 

RILEY: one of her friends saw me. uh. 

RILEY: -winces a little- with this guy who was a total dick but i was stupid, whatever. we were so fucking drunk. we didn't expect anyone to just fucking...show up there. but they did. so that lady called mom and i came home wasted and "oh no my daughter's a slut blah blah blah." mom lost her shit. dad threw me out. 

RILEY: mom had been telling everyone stuff about me that wasn't even close to fucking true. if i ever ran away, she would tell people about how i was specially chosen for some kind of made up conference because of my excellent grades and outstanding character. she got real elaborate, you know? 

RILEY: so when her friend got a taste of who i really was--everything mom already knew--her world just fell apart because how do you explain that when you've been telling everyone how AMAZING your child is and none of it is true?

PENNY: -she's quiet for a long moment, then sips again.-

 PENNY: and then you went off and made your own new family and forgot I ever existed. PENNY: no I get it. 

PENNY: you had to move on with your life. 

PENNY: so did I.

RILEY: no. -she shakes her head- that's not-- what happened at all. 

RILEY: -she sighs- if i could have taken you without not having anything to support you, kidnapping charges, or you bouncing around a foster care system then i would have. 

RILEY: nothing is that simple.

PENNY: yeah. I know. -taps the bottom of her cup against the table-

RILEY: -she exhales- i haven't spent most of my life with family. so i never did replace you or whatever you were implying. nothing was gonna replace you.

PENNY: fuck. -it's not very elucidating, but it's all she's managing right now.- PENNY: no. nope. I cant do this. -stands up- I tried and Im done. sorry everybody.

RILEY: well fuck, penny! i'm trying to be honest with you here--i'm not gonna feed you bullshit and say yeah, everything you think i did was exactly the way it happened!

PENNY: you dont-- 

PENNY: Im not doing this. Im not pulling my fucking guts out right now. Im not NEARLY fucked up enough.

RILEY: -exhales again in frustration, standing- you don't even-- -she stops herself, going over the things she's saying in her mind, and sits back down- just know i'm. not going anywhere.

PENNY: fuck... -she just threads fingers into her hair, standing there for a good ten seconds too long before turning and walking stiffly away-

RILEY: -when she walks away, she doesn't know why the hell she's trying this, humming at first where she is, maybe tearing up a little when she quietly sings- RILEY: is it just you and me in the wreckage of the world? 

RILEY: that must be so confusing for a little girl. 

RILEY: and i know you're going to need me here with you. 

RILEY: but i'm losing myself and i'm afraid you're going to lose me too.

PENNY: -and now she stops, just shuddering silently where she stands. She doesn't know how to deal with this, either, and she's feeling increasingly more sick. A few beats later, she jogs to a trash can.-

RILEY: -maybe she remembers. it certainly seemed like it. But the hardest part is keeping herself from going after her. Penny needs space. she can't afford chasing her away and she's already pushed boundaries. so she will sit there for a long while, thinking and hoping and praying to something, anything that she sticks around with them. she gets up and goes over to wherever Derek is so they can head back. What a night-

[[ For those staying on campus if they wanted to meet the ones who made all of this possible then Jeff informed everyone that they would be making an appearance and introduce themselves. There was going to be a little meeting in the library. The space is large enough for everyone and there are tables and chairs and loads of BOOKS and also covered computers because we can't be using those now can we?]]

TAKODA: -his interest is definitely piqued... he's HERE to meet the person pulling the strings.- 

TAKODA: }:o

???: -Excuse fucking you. That's people pulling strings. The executives behind the puppeteering and okay. Maybe one of those people was charged with the physical labor of barricading the university but the HEIARCHY STILL STANDS.- 

???: -A whole mahogany desk from one of the dean's offices has been moved to the library, complete with the matching squishy chair in order to convey to all who's boss. A fish troll sits, reclined with his boots up. Dressed to the nines in dark colored militial swag-- vest, overcoat, belt. The works. All reflecting the violet status of his blood color and.... hairstreak?? He must be some kind of hipster.- 

???: -He's also drinking a lot of whatever this red beverage is. Could be punch. Whatever, it's in a glass with some ice.-

???: =Extra. Incredible. He's just dropping some files on the desk completely content with ruining all the.... whatever this dude has going on here. He's just stepping forward in the same thing he's been wearing this entire time. Shorts, tights, heeled boots, and a skeleton-esque top. His face paint less.... clowny and more mime-ish but it was a clown troll= 

???: =Gives Takoda a wave and friendly smile after dropping off the important documents in front of the show-boating seadweller. His lips are sewn shut so he won't be speaking any time soon but hello=

???: -slorrrrrrp. Fish troll leans forward to 👀 the docs. Definitely rifling through them. Let him see, mime.-

???: =Feel free to rifle. He's not stopping you, he's not even paying attention to you=

TAKODA: -suddenly getting vibes from his time on europa, glancing between these extravagent and eccentric highbloods.- 

TAKODA: -smiles a little lopsided as he smiles back and then shuffles over to them.- 

TAKODA: HELLO. 1 WAS TOLD THAT, 1 COULD MEET THE PERSON... PERSONS... WHO HELPED US, OUT OF A ST1CKY S1TUAT1ON?

JODIE: -PEEPING ON THIS FROM THE SHADOWS.-

JODIE:  👀

???: =Nods and waves a hand, signing at Takoda= [Mine and my associates efforts what made the stick unstuck. Myself am Kurloz. Humble pastor who hath stumbled upon these fertile lands most prosperous.]

???: -fixes Takoda with a hostile squint but that's just really the look of his face. He's just saying hi.- 

???: yeah and youll be fuckin glad wwe did nitram -Definitely speaking in some kind of douchey accent.- 

???: barrellin into frays like you aint knowwin the ups and dowwns of navvigatin through hostile territory 

???: just askin for a pike wwith your name on it seems like -Pouring himself more drink. As it turns out, it's cherry Faygo.-

???: aint my business though my aims at competance

TAKODA: -maryam glances between them- OKAAAAY. 

TAKODA: 1 GUESS, 1 NEVER REALLY WAS ONE FOR UH... HOST1LE S1TUAT1ONS, SUCH AS TH1S. 

TAKODA: BUT 1T ALL TURNED OUT ALR1GHT. SO, THANK YOU FOR THAT. 

TAKODA: WHOEVER YOU PEOPLE ARE, THOUGH YOU APPARENTLY KNOW WHO 1 AM?

JODIE: -Hmm. Should she be worried? She continues to snoop.-

???: course i knoww wwho you are -flicks a fin dimissively, settling back to brood in his chair like a grumpy supervillain.- cant be listed high in the univverses most wwanted lists wwithout some sorta correspondin infamy followwin the deed ???: luminary 

???: ironic wwhens there not much bright about you to start wwith looks like -scoffs.-

KURLOZ: =Is this another motherfucker whom don't know the language of the hands? He glances at the fishtroll and pats the files again, puffing up dust in the "villain"s grill. Files. Takoda. This is how=

???: -accepts the puffs of dust on him. He deserves this. Slorps more sodas.-

???: stitchmaww heres been real keen at meetin you ???: huge fan kinda pathetic -grumbles-

KURLOZ: =ur on the way to a fast nap my guy, but other than that completely ignores the fish and stares at Takoda.=

TAKODA: -honestly he should know sign language... he makes a note to learn it... it's good for his job.- 

TAKODA: OH, R1GHT... HAHA. 

TAKODA: -stares back at kurloz- A FAN?

???: thats real helpful a mime holdin a presentation -hhhheh hah. He's actually snorts into his glass.- mmmyep ???: number one fan

KURLOZ: =Opens one of the folders and leans on the desk with his back to the fish. Pulls out a printed report of the happenings in FLAVORTOWN. He knows they peeps are connected=

JODIE: -decides it's safe enough for now and cartwheels out of the shadows- hey.

JODIE: sorry if i'm interrupting any super secret negotiations. -she doesn't seem very sorry.-

???: aint secret if evveryones gone and been invvited -sets glass aside, letting Kurloz do the boring paperwork. Serves him right.-

KURLOZ: =Looks to the cartwheelingy human and shakes his head. She doesn't seem sorry but he also don't care if she doesn't seem sorry. None secrets here=

JODIE: -hup! perches on desk and extends her hand for a shake.- oh yeah? we're having an assembly? you got a projector stuffed in that coat? -glances around.-

JODIE: -actually she offers both hands. 2x shake combo.-

KURLOZ: =He's holding one (1) whole paper, so his hands are pretty much tied. Gestures to Eridan. He's so social. Eridan should make friendly with her. He's so good at that=

JODIE: -it's okay Kurloz, you can have a fist bump instead. she gently taps your knuckles.-

???: ... -kinda awkwardly nudges at her hand?? As a form of greeting.- ???: eridan ampora

JODIE: -CAN'T HELP BUT GRIN AT THAT. WOW.-

JODIE: hehehhe. well, i don't have a title like hunkalicious over there i'm just jodie the human.

TAKODA: }:)

ERIDAN: -sitting there, squinting with more suspicion.- right 

ERIDAN: ... (wwho the fuck is--) 

ERIDAN: oh -Eyes set on Takoda for a second. The muscles, really but whatever. He turns in his chair.- 

ERIDAN: guess so

JODIE: -yes you, hunkalicious.-

KURLOZ: =They can all agree, he is hunky=

JODIE: -yeh ERIDAN get on board.-

TAKODA: -he knows he's hunky. they should all be able to agree.-

ERIDAN: -he gives him a 6. Maybe a 7. He's not very sharp for intrigue in Eridan's opinion.-

JODIE: -YOUR RATING SYSTEM IS HIGHLY FLAWED, JODIE THINKS.- so any hints what the presentation will be about?

JODIE: modern television has made me a little nervous about public gatherings.

KURLOZ: =shows Jodie a picture of the two presidential candidates. He also has a folder of davenforth's prodding tweets. This is what this is about=

JODIE: -She studies the pic and SIIIGHS a little- oh, that.

JODIE hmph. well if you ask me we could use all the help we can get.

KURLOZ: 👍

JODIE: who knows maybe you'll pull a trump card out of your sleeve that gives us a snow ball's chance in hell of survivng. -she doesn't sound very hopeful. also TRUMP CARD. get it TRUMP card. presidents. they won't get it.-

ERIDAN: look its all to do wwith the public acts a defiance the other portion of your group wwent and committed themselves at 

ERIDAN: regardin flavvortowwn 

ERIDAN: alla that rebellious flare has got the circus excuse for a govvernment up in arms about headin these types a threats 

ERIDAN: so wwhat youre tryin at just got a hellava lot harder to execute 

ERIDAN: and i do mean execute should they get their hands on you

JODIE: yeah yeah i got it.

KURLOZ: =Nods, bouncing all them curls. That's what he's here for. To give them the chance of getting close, let alone surviving. Takes a step back and gestures to the folders again. Holding up the map to Eridan's face. The ones with all the blocked routes. Tell them the thing=

ERIDAN: -ghhh. His eyesight's not THAT bad. Christ.- 

ERIDAN: -snatches the map up.-

JODIE: i don't think any of us have illusions about what the consequences are....well at least i don't. you might want to emphasize that for the boys when they turn up.

JODIE: not that it'll make a difference.

JODIE: -where's her cigarettes. she wants one again.-

JODIE: -oooh, what's this. she peeps on the map.-

ERIDAN: you gone and done the human thing and elected a leader a your group or nah -looking over the map- sounds like a spell for trouble if you ask me ERIDAN: by the by these wwill be your blocked passagewways to the capital ERIDAN: im talkin shitloads of patrols navvigatin the land sky and wwaterfronts

ERIDAN: puttin this shit in perspectivve wwhere the lot of us can see it -sets map onto table.-

TAKODA: -looks into the camera for the first part of that-

JODIE: as for the leader thing, i don't know. it's sure as hell not me though. -SORRY GUYS, SHE'S SMOKING INSIDE. this is stressing her out already.-

TAKODA: TH1S W1LL BE HELPFUL, YES. -peeps at the maps-

KURLOZ: =Holds up one finger, hold up. Know what is also useful? He unfolds blueprints to the WhiteHouse lawn with booths and "attractions" marked on it. This is also something they'll need. Kurloz draws a cresent moon on the WhiteHouse map. Night time Fight time.=

ERIDAN: -This one speaks for itself.- hope youre gettin alla this 

ERIDAN: stitchmawws the type to only say it once

JODIE: -glances at takoda- he's got it. and if he doesn't got it well i'll pick up the scraps.

QIRIN: =She is a little tardy due to sleeping in forever - she hadn't realized how much sleep she wasn't actually getting - but her appearance suggests otherwise. She's prepped and ready for a brand new day!= 

QIRIN: =She's here now, that's what matters. Qirin walked up to the gathered (and partially familiar) group, joining them. Sup yall.=

ERIDAN: -Oooooo, what the Dersite monarchy would give to know Eridan's been in the same room as the White Queen. THIS IS SO SATISFYING.-

ERIDAN: -he's so squinty eyed and pleased about this.-

TAKODA: -is she speaking for him? that's fine... he only side eyes her a little- 1 CAN KEEP THESE, R1GHT?

KURLOZ: =Already eyeing Eridan. Don't even. But he nods to Takoda=

ERIDAN: -He wasn't going to say anything, jeez. Stop projecting intents.-

KURLOZ: =He can. But he won't.=

QIRIN: =not wishing to place a break in the conversation, she nodded at Kurloz and Eridan, acknowledging them, before drawing her eyes across the map. Hm....battleplans...=

ERIDAN: figurin wwe may as wwell collaberate in missions of equal standin 

ERIDAN: the uus gotta be knowwn best for nothin else in fact

LIFERA: -SPEAKING OF FORMER QUEENS...- 

LIFERA: -She's not far behind Qirin. They might have even come in together. Maybe with some agreement to make Davenforth sleep some more in favor of grabbing necessary info themselves. This guy is sort of dumb about not taking care of himself.-

ERIDAN: -chokes on his drink a little bit and ends up swallowing a particularly large airbubble.- ................ -wheeze-

KURLOZ: =Oh. Was he not aware. Vague catknifing=

ERIDAN: -Well yes but also nO.- 

ERIDAN: -now he has cherry soda on his front.-

LIFERA: -SHE GRACIOUSLY SAYS NOTHING ABOUT THIS. Just taking a seat with the other adults.-

KURLOZ: = pathetic=

ERIDAN: -He's going to die.-

KURLOZ: =He can only hope bro=

ERIDAN: -fuck your hopes, bro. He's living out of spite now.- 

ERIDAN: ... ERIDAN: i forgot wwhat i wwas sayin

LIFERA: Something about CORALABORATION?

KURLOZ: = 🙄 @ eridan, useless. =

ERIDAN: right 

ERIDAN: helpin achievve similar wwise goals and such 

ERIDAN: the text book definition of the stuff -Thrown out of sorts and whaps his front.- fuck 

ERIDAN: wwhat the shits this soda stuff made outta

KURLOZ: =the dryest of stares. Can you be stupid later?=

ERIDAN: -Waht??? He feels STICKY.-

LIFERA: I'm curious. W)(-ER-E are the both of you from? And why the finterest in assisting us?

QIRIN: ^_^ 

QIRIN: Excellent question.

LIFERA: Shorely this would not be easier for you.

KURLOZ: =Gestures out of the window towards the Chapel. He's a holy man. And this?? Gestures to clown presidents. This? Really?? No, no. =

LIFERA: You disagree with the -EX-ECUTIV-E C)(OIC-ES?

KURLOZ: =He thinks on that.... taps his chin. Shrugs and nods slowly. Simply put and as far as he'll go into it yeah sure.=

ERIDAN: -averts eyes at being asked a question by an empress. An ex-empress but still. He sure feels stupid regardless and follows Kurloz's gesture outside.- in essence ERIDAN: lotsa shit wwould be easier but it aint 

ERIDAN: go hard or fuck off the oxygen supply is the muck up of it from my end

LIFERA: Like what?

LIFERA: A violet in the CURR-ENT reign doesn't seem to me like he would be faced with too many difficulties.

QIRIN: =yeouch lifera....she was wondering the same, honestly.=

ERIDAN: dunno could be right 

ERIDAN: but then theres submittin to the likes of an empress wwhod sooner moww dowwn good loyal trolls for a laugh before anythin resemblin honor 

ERIDAN: -broodingly rocks in chair.- but it aint much of a story so wwhatevver im here noww

LIFERA: )(m. -stares at him for a very long moment, CONCHSIDERING-

ERIDAN: -Well if she's staring, she's gotta know and see that DESPITE the way he's dressed, Eridan is young. Barely capping into his ninth sweep. Also he is shifting uncomfortably under her stare. Lots of things to study about him.-

LIFERA: -Young. He's probably not that good of an actor, not yet. Or maybe that's the convenience of the ruse, but he does seem genuinely awkward and wounded, and that's not a trait she sees often even in good actors.- 

LIFERA: Maybe you're not so loyal to her anymoor. But why help us? Revenge? Or is whatebber you did so bad that you have nothing else to LOS-E?

ERIDAN: besides meetin a cullfork your highness no -chugs the rest of his drink down.- nothin else

QIRIN: =she is also scruitinizing him in her own way. The way he's shifting allows her to see that despite his air of confidence, he is nervous. Perhaps by being asked too much of his past? Or that he is in the presence of two ex-queens. He'll get used to the latter, eventually.= 

QIRIN: Of course. 

QIRIN: Was the sharp end of a cullfork the only thing to sway your loyalty? 

QIRIN: It has been a couple years since the crewmembers of the Union were accused of treason. I am sure our faces are everywhere. Word travels easily when spreading discord. 

QIRIN: How can we assure the safety of the rest of the crew with our bounties so high? 

QIRIN: What we need-- What we require is assurance. Forgive me for saying, but tell us... =Her eyes went from Erdan to Kurloz, addressing borth= How can you assure us that you are allies?

KURLOZ: =Holds up his hand and shakes his head. Nothing can be done to immediately gain trust=

LIFERA: Glub. 

LIFERA: -stands up from her seat, nearing the desk- I have a porpoisition that might be agreeable.

ERIDAN: -continues being broody. Not making eye contact with these here royals.- mmgh 

ERIDAN: wwhats that

LIFERA: If the two of you come with us, and help us execute these plans... LIFERA: In whatebber role we sea fit to give you. 

LIFERA: I think that shoald help BASSUAG-E any doubt.

ERIDAN: i knoww wwhat the hell im good at 

ERIDAN: but 

ERIDAN: fine 

ERIDAN: if it wwavves off the trouts your conchiness -says it, meaning for it to come off as sarcatic but really, he just sounds like a bratty youth. Good old Eridan.-

QIRIN: ^_^ =u wee shit=

LIFERA: 38) 

LIFERA: -EXS)(-ELL-ENT. 

LIFERA: And what do you say? -looks at Kurloz-

ERIDAN: he says nothin he agrees obvviously look at him

KURLOZ: =He puts up a folder to Eridan's face, holding it like a hand model but blocks him out. The adults are talking. Shut up. Sighs and shrugs oh.... he supposes... if only he couldn't stayed in this university forever....=

KURLOZ: =OH WELL.=

QIRIN: =keeping the straightest face=

ERIDAN: -he is heavily considering biting the shit out of this hand.-

QIRIN: =inside, she's laughing her head off=

ERIDAN: see i told you

KURLOZ: =Remember that nap? Still a possibility man=

LIFERA: V-ERY W-ELL. 

LIFERA: -glances at the rest of the peeps there- Are we in agreeance?

ERIDAN: -just sitting there with his fingers tented like B[ -

QIRIN: It is a good plan in accordance to our level of advantage here. =Which is almost none, but she'll take it=

QIRIN: I agree. =She turned to others for their answers=

RILEY: -despite sleeping in an actual bed last night, her quality of sleep was not amazing. last night was eventful, ending with too much stress and trying to get comfortable and a lot of staring up at the ceiling. she's been in the room all day, so she decides to go to the cafeteria. she doesn't need to eat right now, but it's nice to not be traveling, so she's taking advantage of it-

ROXANNE: -She had the same exact idea about 20 minutes ago, and is sitting at one of the tables with a mug of tea that is starting to border on turning lukewarm. Her phone is off to the right, after she had made herself stop checking for any sort of update from the others.-

ROXANNE: -She glances up from her drink just in time to see Riley entering.- ROXANNE: -Should she... Invite her over?-

RILEY: -she walks in and meets roxanne's gaze. she smiles tiredly and kind of stops where she is. should she...go over?-

ROXANNE: -They have a small staring contest before Roxanne settles on bringing an equally trying smile before waving her over.-

RILEY: -OH OK. she goes over to roxanne's table and takes a seat across from her- hey.

ROXANNE: Hey yourself. 

ROXANNE: -Drops her gaze to stir her tea.- How are ya'.

RILEY: as good as i can be i guess. what about you? what are you doing in here?

ROXANNE: Well, it's a cafeteria so I should probably be eatin' but instead I'm just takin' up a seat because I can. 

ROXANNE: Ya' here to do the same or are you going to eat?

RILEY: makes sense. and nah, i'm doing the same. had to get out of my room at least once today.

ROXANNE: -Small chuckle.- A reasonable goal.

RILEY: -she laughs a little too before quieting.- you hear from rose or roxy?

ROXANNE: -Her mood drops and she shakes her head.- I haven't heard from Rose since she last posted on the group server. And never once from Roxy. ROXANNE: What 'bout you with Dave and Dirk?

RILEY: -she smiles empathetically- dirk's been good about posting, but no one from dave's group has said anything. -she frowns- so. haha. that's worrying.

ROXANNE: Yeah... 

ROXANNE: -She takes a quiet deep breath.- I'm sure they are okay. Or at least that's what I keep tellin' myself to stay positive. 

ROXANNE: Our kids are real strong and resourceful.

RILEY: makes you regret a lot of stuff. and kind of...overanalyze things you did. when you don't have any clue if they're safe or not. -sighs- but you're right. they're pretty amazing.

ROXANNE: Ain't that the truth. ROXANNE: Not that I have much to analyze in the first place. In fact I think I'd rather wish I had more times where I questioned my parenting or raising of the both of them.

RILEY: yeah. i get that. i wish i had that too. but hey. maybe with this one i'll be more of a decent parent. anything should be a step up.

ROXANNE: -She nods.- Ya probably will. Growin up helps a bunch. ROXANNE: I think I'm doin'.... Okay with russet. Got plenty of help though and so will you.

RILEY: you're great with russet. if i could be half as good as you are, i'd be okay.  

ROXANNE: Heh, well, I'm sure ya' are gonna' be.

RILEY: thanks. -doesn't look like she believes it exactly- hey, have you seen penny at all today?

ROXANNE: Penny? Oh, nah I haven't. 

ROXANNE: she's your sister right? Penny? -Not that she knows much else about her.-

RILEY: -she nods- yeah. yeah she is.

ROXANNE: You guys secretly close or is it usually like it is between you from what I've seen? -Maybe she's digging a bit too deep, but hey anything to get off the topic of kids.-

RILEY: -pffts- no. haven't seen or spoken to each other in what...17 years? last time i saw here she was 3. i was 18.

ROXANNE: Oh wow. ROXANNE: Hah, that's not to different from me and Ruth I guess. Except a bigger age gap.

RILEY: how far apart are you two?

ROXANNE: Only about three years.

RILEY: oh. yeah. i mean. it doesn't feel like that much of an age difference now? things would have been different if we were born closer together. i know that much.

ROXANNE: Ya' think so? -Hmm, she thinks for a moment.- 

ROXANNE: If me an'Ruth were born that far apart I think we'd probably be in the same boat we are now. If any boat at all.

RILEY: i know so. even if we were ten years apart. by the time i got kicked out...i don't know. we could work together trying to see each other.

RILEY: but when she's just an innocent little girl...it's different.

RILEY: she would grow up believing everything our parents said about me. that would be her truth.

ROXANNE: -Her brows raise.- Ya'got kicked out?

RILEY: uh huh. i think i...would have stayed for her.

ROXANNE: Oh yeah? 

ROXANNE: Gotta' say thats pretty noble of you.

RILEY: can't take credit for what i would have done given another circumstance. -she shrugs- sentiment doesn't matter now.

ROXANNE: Mm. I think it does. Even the thought counts for somethin'. 

ROXANNE: Didn't sound like leavin' was much of your own choice anyways.

RILEY: it doesn't help our relationship, though. you know?

ROXANNE: -She shrugs.- 

ROXANNE: Maybe, maybe not.

RILEY: just watch, i guess. you'll see. 

RILEY: still gonna, try, though. it sounds like she's all alone.

ROXANNE: Thats what counts in the end, keep tryin'. 

ROXANNE: Even if she is bein' stubborn about the whole thing. And hey, if this isnt one hell of a bonding journey then what is, am i right?

RILEY: -she smiles a little- yeah. you got that right. i just hope she's not already gone.

ROXANNE: Well, I dont know her well but doesnt family got that whole dumb bond going on? 

ROXANNE: I think there is always room for gettin' over stuff. like the few times ive seen Ruth we've been working on resurrecting the near extinct relationship we have. Its been goin' okay.

RILEY: not...necessarily. it's not that easy. even still me and dave are still...working through things. -will they ever be able to get where they need to be is the question-

ROXANNE: -Thats the biggest question ever.- 

ROXANNE: Mmm, yeah not sayin' its going to be easy. 

ROXANNE: But you've got to keep trying right?

RILEY: of course. can't let penny get away. haha. -pauses- she would probably like you a lot. and the more connections to people she has that aren't me the better. gives her more reason to hang around. would you mind talking to her? just having a conversation with her or something.

ROXANNE: Oh. 

ROXANNE: Yeah i could probably do that. We can do the stereotypical bonding over being the lil'sister haha.

RILEY: yeah, maybe! 

RILEY: thanks. i...appreciate it. i want to keep on eye on her now that we're in the same place.

ROXANNE: Sure thing no problem. 

ROXANNE: Heres hopin' she and I hit it off then. -Gives Riley a thumbs up. Wow, look how nice they are being to each other. Is this what personal growth feels like?-