♋ PCG 21; backdated to December 25
[Phone; Action for 842 Hastings]
[Karkat has been staying at Sollux's ever since Gamzee lost his shit midway through the Christmas stuff. He's been keeping a low profile and avoiding everyone except Sollux. He's still sore and impacted by his injuries, which have been stitched and bandaged up but still have left him bruised and hurting. It's less the injuries than his mental state which has led him to keep to himself. But once he notices, the morning of the 25th, that things seem to have gone back to normal, he starts to feel a little better. It takes him until afternoon to make up his mind to make a phone call, but he eventually does.
He still doesn't feel great, but he at least sounds like himself over the phone, if slightly subdued and hesitant.]
So none of us were fakes all along. Imagine that. Imagine, Mayfield, playing games with your pans. There was no way to guess.
...No, sorry, okay, I did not actually make this transmission to give you attitude. Sorry.
I should probably filter this shit, but I have no idea who to filter it to, so if you didn't care about me disappearing, do me a favor and shut the fuck up. Or hassle me, I probably deserve it.
Anyway. I'm sorry.
You won't hear that from me often, so enjoy that, I guess. And now I have shit to deal with, so let's get the hassling over with, much like removing a bandage or taking a nail and driving it efficiently into my ocular globe.
[Filtered to Terezi]
I hope I won't be executed for the crime of calling.
...Okay, that was meant to be a joke, but it was stupid. Can we just pretend I didn't say that?
[Filtered to Gamzee]
I'm coming back to the hive. We really fucking need to talk, so I need you to stay lucid to the extent you can do that before you...before there are problems. How are you right now?
[Karkat has been staying at Sollux's ever since Gamzee lost his shit midway through the Christmas stuff. He's been keeping a low profile and avoiding everyone except Sollux. He's still sore and impacted by his injuries, which have been stitched and bandaged up but still have left him bruised and hurting. It's less the injuries than his mental state which has led him to keep to himself. But once he notices, the morning of the 25th, that things seem to have gone back to normal, he starts to feel a little better. It takes him until afternoon to make up his mind to make a phone call, but he eventually does.
He still doesn't feel great, but he at least sounds like himself over the phone, if slightly subdued and hesitant.]
So none of us were fakes all along. Imagine that. Imagine, Mayfield, playing games with your pans. There was no way to guess.
...No, sorry, okay, I did not actually make this transmission to give you attitude. Sorry.
I should probably filter this shit, but I have no idea who to filter it to, so if you didn't care about me disappearing, do me a favor and shut the fuck up. Or hassle me, I probably deserve it.
Anyway. I'm sorry.
You won't hear that from me often, so enjoy that, I guess. And now I have shit to deal with, so let's get the hassling over with, much like removing a bandage or taking a nail and driving it efficiently into my ocular globe.
[Filtered to Terezi]
I hope I won't be executed for the crime of calling.
...Okay, that was meant to be a joke, but it was stupid. Can we just pretend I didn't say that?
[Filtered to Gamzee]
I'm coming back to the hive. We really fucking need to talk, so I need you to stay lucid to the extent you can do that before you...before there are problems. How are you right now?