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[cahoooooooots]

[listen to how weary Vriska sounds! it was a long week, but she toughed it out. barely.]

Everybody who hit their button last week better report in right now.

If I've never heard of you, I probably don't care if you hit it or not. Use your brain. If something happened to you that didn't happen to anyone else, that's the only thing I care about.

Comments

text;

[historyrabbit]

[Lavi's message won't make a lot of sense, he's shivering from left over chill.]

Ghasd it ___poushheds Collld

["Had it pushed. Cold."]

text;

[cahoooooooots]

...That's the weirdest typing quirk I've ever seen.

text;

[historyrabbit]

ccan't hel;p ity SDhhakiong

["Can't help it. Shaking."]

text;

[cahoooooooots]

It's not really a choice, is it?
Ugh this place is so weird.
So I guess something happened to you?
Actually w8 why don't you just, you know, say it to me?
Like with your voice.

text; -> voice;

[historyrabbit]

[Stubborn as he is he'll keep text at first,talking is hard.] Bbecaiuse mmny tteth

[The text stops there, he's too irritated to even think of his spelling atrocities. And it takes him a while to switch to voice, have fun with all the chattering his teeth are doing.]

To-too co-cold f-f-f-from be-being fro-o-o-ozen.

voice;

[cahoooooooots]

See, isn't that so much better. [listen to how smug she sounds!]

So I guess they got you. And you got frozen. Okay, this is starting to make sense, a little. Get Axel to light you on fire or something.

voice;

[historyrabbit]

No-not re-rea-l-lly. [He hears it. Hates it. Because he hates sounding like he's helpless, really. Nothing to do with Vriska.]

D-don-don't [Forces the word out right] li-i-ke fi-i-ire tha-at much.

voice;

[cahoooooooots]

Well you better learn to like it, because there's no other way to warm up enough to keep your limbs that I know of.

Freezing is seriously a new one, though. I wouldn't have thought of it, and I'm pretty mean.

voice;

[historyrabbit]

Do-don't wan-n-nt t-t-to bu-burn-n.

Th-the-they're b-b-bas-bastards a-any-w-way.

voice;

[cahoooooooots]

Then kill yourself and you'll come back warm. God, do I have to solve all your problems? Dealing with them one more time has got to be better than losing all your fingers and toes, no matter how great they are at being bastards.

voice;

[historyrabbit]

[There's actually a laugh on his end that sounds like one.] No-not su-suici-i-dal. I-I'll fi-find so-o-ome wa-way to g-g-get wa-arm.

voice;

[cahoooooooots]

Well, good. I don't feel like dealing with anyone else who can't handle this place. Thanks for the information, I guess.

voice;

[historyrabbit]

[A short and shaky snort.] I-I'd gi-giv-ve mo-mor-ore bu-u-ut i-it's to-too h-h-hard to ta-talk.

voice;

[cahoooooooots]

No, I get it, it's fine.

...Get a blanket or something, god.

voice;

[historyrabbit]

Bu-bun-n-ndled u-u-up a-a-al-alre-ady.

voice;

[cahoooooooots]

Then you should be fine. I don't know the first thing about warming people up so if you're looking for help from me I won't be able to do a lot.

Not that I would in the first place, but, y'know, just saying.