Vriska: Wonder what the hell's going on

[vision_8fold]

Who: Vriska and OPEN
Where: The mansion and Alternia (please specify in comments)
When: Early Monday
Rating: PG-13 for now?
Summary: Vriska chooses a fine time to show up in Wonderland.
The Story:

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[turn4bout]

It's Alteria, far from Terezi's forest. Sharp, craggy cliffs are highlighted by the red sky, and there's a cold breeze in the air. Terezi burrows into her red coat for warmth. It's surprisingly nostalgic being back on Alternia, in a way that encourages her to explore.

[vision_8fold]

Vriska notices the red coat first. In the expanse of cold emptiness, the bright flash of movement is an obvious beacon for her attention. Finally she was going to find out just whose ridiculous memory she was in.

She flies behind the figure, soon closing the distance and of fucking course it's Pyrope. The red had thrown her off but there's no mistaking those horns. Which makes Vriska all the more determined to keep following and find out what the hell she thinks she's playing at.

[turn4bout]

Terezi's trying to place the location, figure out when she'd been here before. She knows she has, but...

There's the sweet scent of blueberry in the air. Blueberries and a sugary fairytrail. Which is completely ridiculous, because everyone had been reporting that these worlds were empty. Maybe it had to do with why she was in this corner of Alternia?

She had been here with Vriska once, Terezi suddenly remembered. They had cornered some greenbloods while FLARPing. It had been a long chase, but this is where they inevitably surrendered. It hadn't been cold that day, though.

That scent was still there. Her scent. Vriska's. Terezi turns, catches a whiff of cantaloupe and blueberry and surprise (her own).

"Vriska? What the fuck?"

[vision_8fold]

"I could ask you the same question."

Vriska lands in front of her, arms folded and clear distaste in her expression.

"That mansion-place your memory too? What, you didn't already get what you wanted by stabbing me in the back, you have to hunt me down through the bubbles as well? Fuck, I just can't catch a break with you, can I?"

Never mind that to be here herself, Terezi would have to be asleep or dead and Vriska sort-of can't help but hope it's the latter because then they're either on equal footing or they can move past whatever it was that got them fighting in the first place and go back to being a team. And that's not even the biggest flaw in her argument but right now, Vriska just doesn't care.

[battleaxebass]

[Marceline is out in the snow for a little bit, because even she can get into the holiday spirit. She's wearing a ridiculous Christmas sweater and a very broad-brimmed hat to protect her from the sun.]

[Who's this though? A fairy? She hasn't seen any fairies since she got here. She floats over to satisfy her curiosity, looking a bit like a hornless troll with her grey skin and fangs.]

Hey! You laying around in the cold on purpose?

[vision_8fold]

[Vriska's head snaps up; all she takes in is the grey skin and immediately assumes it has to be a troll]

Oh yes. We're known for spending our time face-down in this white stuff after we're stabbed in the back. This is absolutely what I want to be doing right now.

[All with barely-contained scorn]

[battleaxebass]

[Marceline cackles.]

Haha! Chill out dude, the snow's not so bad. What's this about backstabbing? You look a-ok to me.

[vision_8fold]

[Vriska pulls herself to her feet, instinctively glancing down as she put a hand to her chest, right where there should have been a stab wound.]

Okay, what gives? I get killed, actually killed, and I don't even get anything to show for it?!

[Or, okay, to hold over Terezi's head in the unlikely event that they run into each other. Same thing, right?]

[hamburellakind]

[John's been debating heading back to the rip to explore his (probably deserted) home for a while now, and gosh darn it, he's not getting anywhere sitting inside, that's for sure. He's just heading out to at least take another look in when he spots a troll in the snow.]

Hey! Are you okay? Do trolls even like the cold? Wait, are you cold-blooded? Don't snakes die if it's cold? Oh gosh, we should get you inside!

[vision_8fold]

[First thing that Vriska thinks is that this is obviously someone familiar with trolls. Before she looks up, she has to conclude that it is a troll, although fuck knows which one.

Then she looks up and suddenly oh fuck it's John. The kid she was in the middle of asking out when Terezi found her and killed her. She has way, way, waaaaaaaay too many feelings about this but finding words is difficult right now.]

John? What the fuck are you doing here?

[hamburellakind]

[Oh! This one knows him!]

Uh, I've been here a while! It's kind of complicated! We should go inside to talk about it, just in case.

[John goes over and extends a hand to help her up. It's at this point that he recognizes the God Tier jammies. The ones in the same colors as Rose's.]

Shit, Vriska? Is that you?

[vision_8fold]

[She allows him to help her up, trying not to think how this was very much not how she wanted their first meeting to go.]

Finally caught on I see. I'm almost offended you didn't figure it out sooner.

[Even though he had no idea of what she looked like before now, but since when was Vriska above issuing an impossible challenge?]