chastesaw: (Fashionablest Should Be A Word)
[Voice]

It's my understanding that the human equivalent of 12th Perigees Eve also involves the reception and distribution of items as a display of affection or acknowledgment of an existent relationship, yes?

Are there any particular gifts that appropriately mark the season in a traditional fashion or can they be anything at all? And how intently must one keep the identity of their present a secret prior to its reveal?

[Action, 916 Bilko Boulevard]

*You may hear the quiet click-click-click of knitting needles from inside Kanaya's room, interspersed with occasional sounds of frustration. You may also see that the hallway has a pile of colorful balls of yarn which shrinks steadily day after day. What could she be up to?*

[Action, around town]

*There is a young troll girl walking around town with a very large bag in her arms. She seems to be discreetly trying to avoid attention, particularly from those she knows, but in doing so she is only making herself more suspicious. If you are an Alternian troll that she recognizes, she will likely try to speed by if possible.*

[Action, later]

*The contents of that bag may be revealed later, as Kanaya heads to each of her friends' homes in turn to drop off an individually wrapped hand-knitted scarf. The construction is a bit amateurish, and any special patterns or pictures are probably more abstract representations than accurate portrayals, as she's only just learned, but they should be fluffy and warm regardless.

The scarf patterns are as follows:


Cut for length! )
chastesaw: (Nobody Saw My Porn Collection)
[916 Bilko Boulevard, Action]

*It's very early in the morning, when all good human children should be sleeping soundly. Except that if, for whatever reason, you're walking through the halls in the dead of night, you might hear very troubled sounds from within Kanaya's room. It sounds like she's having a nightmare - an extremely vivid nightmare.

But even if you aren't in the hallways late at night, you might definitely hear it when the nightmare murmurings build to a frightened, panicked yelp - followed immediately by a crashing sound.

Kanaya is now lying on the floor of her bedroom, startled awake by falling out of her bed. ...what's also startling is that her hands are gray now when she looks at them. And she has horns again on the top of her head. Kanaya is once again a troll, meaning she now actually looks like she does in her icons. Oh, and now she'll have terrible nightmares every night without sopor.

If you come into the room you might find her looking at herself in the mirror or sitting in bed hugging her knees to her chest because she really doesn't want to fall asleep again.*


[Voice, Later]

I must admit I found the whole thing dubious, but it looks like this town is just as capable of restoring to us that which it took away, as much as it was capable of taking it in the first place. It's kind of a relief to have my troll body back, though I imagine I'll earn more stares from passersby as I go about everyday business.

In an altogether unrelated question, does anybody have an idea where one might come to acquire sopor slime? Say, enough to fill a small recuperacoon?
chastesaw: (This Fills Me With Displeasure)
*Truth be told, you do not CONFRONT anything.

In fact, you are quite happily minding your own business when you are suddenly swept up in the advance of a relentless, amorphous foe.

After a brief moment of struggle and panic, your most base fight-or-flight reflexes dull with the discovery that not only can you breathe in this sticky crimson abductor - if it can indeed be called that - but that it actually doesn't taste half bad when you try to consume it. It's kind of cherry-flavored.

Of course it is slimy and sticky and your outfit is ruined and you are covered in gel and being dragged Gog knows where.

The only solution is to find your nearest fellow captive and complain vigorously.*


Well.

This is unexpected.

And extremely adhesive.
chastesaw: (Nobody Saw My Porn Collection)
[Phone]

*Kanaya's voice sounds as precise and collected as ever... for the most part. If someone knows her very, very well they might be able to hear that she's speaking slightly faster than normal.* Hello, everybody.

I hope that the adolescent populace (and perhaps some of the adults as well) enjoyed themselves at the hiveapproaching soiree this past weekend, and that they all learned valuable lessons whether personal or otherwise. For example, I am now aware that it is in poor judgment to trust human beverages no matter how sweet and fruitlike they may smell.

It was heartening to see the combined attendees make some attempt at "cleaning up," so to speak, and I would like to remind you all that there is no reason to cease caring about your appearance simply because there is no formal event to attend. This may have been a good start but I dearly hope that you will all continue going forward.

If you need sound advice on the matter I will gladly render it.

[Private to Karkat 1338 Benny Road]

*And here, Kanaya sounds more outright distressed.* Karkat? Karkat, are you there? I believe I have found myself in a rather severe dilemma and I'm not altogether certain how to proceed.

I can't really offer any explanations for my thoughts at the time, if I was in fact thinking anything at all, but I kissed her. Momentarily. For a brief fleeting instant that might as well not have existed except that I am positive it did.

This has become a very precarious scenario.

*Kanaya believes she has just phoned Karkat. She has, in fact, phoned his entire house.*
chastesaw: (My Little Red Dress)
[Phone, Open]

As the days persist and wind on, I become increasingly convinced that my initial theory - that panscrubbed individuals in this town will only wear the most excruciatingly dreary, soporific and otherwise dull accouterments to be found this side of Alternia - is vexingly accurate.

In other words, I have ransacked every last alcove and cranny in this human hive and have found absolutely nothing worth wearing on a day-to-day basis, let alone an event where formal attire is mandated of us.

Do more attractive garments exist anywhere in this town, or will I be forced to take up needle and thread to make them myself if I am to have anything remotely suitable?

[Phone, filtered to Homestuck!Kids and Trolls. And... Davesprite, too. Sure, why the hell not?]

As you all have undoubtedly learned from the gossip and erstwhile scuttlebutt at the schooling block, there is an event called Homecoming scant days away to which we are all expected to attend. Considering certain other events that have transpired in this town, I would normally be wary of such an invitation but from what I have read of this, airquotes, Homecoming, it doesn't seem nearly as ominous or troublesome as it might be.

Actually, I think it could be fun. For all of us.

And given that formal, or at the very least somewhat nice apparel is required of all of us - and also given that I am aware most of you could not possibly give an airborne expletive about your appearance under normal circumstances - I would be more than happy to offer my assistance in the matter.

Really, I would just like to help you all look nice. All of you.

That isn't too much to ask, is it?
chastesaw: (Acting Mildly Unsure At The Moment)
[Voice]

*There is a short pause after the phone picks up, as if the person on the other end of the phone is unfamiliar with the device. When the voice - a girl's voice - speaks, however, her tone is very enunciated and precise (if wary and confused)... almost as if she's somehow capitalizing every word she speaks. Somehow.*

This is... not where I am supposed to be located, in this hive. This is not how I am intended to be.

If this is one of the many hypothetical afterlives beyond the Medium it is certainly one whose timing could be more exact.

[Action, to 916 Bilko Boulevard.]

*A tall, willowy girl with dark auburn hair is wandering through the house in a daze, looking at all the photos in utter incomprehension. She's all-too-often looking at herself in mirrors - looking at her hands - and running her hands through her hair, pausing just above and behind her temples as if something is missing. She probably hasn't noticed you.*

[Action, everywhere else]

*That same tall, willowy girl is out walking through town in the middle of the road. She's no longer running her hands through her hair or looking at her own reflection, but she is looking at everything around her with an expression that seems half wonder, half horror and half consternation. Yes, that's three halves. Deal with it.

She shields her eyes with her hand and looks up at the sun.*

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