[OOC: OOM: Where's This Douchebag?]

[The following OOM is located at an obscure point in millitime that meets the following critera:

After this.
Before this.
Just in time for this.]

I want your ugly
I want your disease
I want your everything
As long as it's free

('cause I'm a free bitch, baby)

When Karkat checks his Trollian window, at first he doesn't notice the problem. His service still works--the infinite range web connectivity Sgrub gave his computers is the backbone of the whole system--and it takes him a minute to realize that the deafening silence is significant ( Read more... )

[OOC: OOM: WEEKS IN THE PAST... (but not many)]

Tonight:

Karkat's sloppy programming has been greatly increasing the stress on the Milliways' shields, by multiplying logarithmically the number of universes ending outside the window, and the resulting influx of apocalyptic negative serendipity. But the shields are good.

Until Ray's experiment ( Read more... )

Karkat is finding it a little hard to focus on any one of his leisure activities tonight; he could program, he could work on his screenplay, he could practice his fighting skills, he could... well, he could do anything he wants. Instead he is staring at his crabtop moodily and mooning about romance. It's hard being a kid. It's hard and nobody ( Read more... )

There's a man in a bowler hat and a fur overcoat sitting in a snowbank out back. He's currently looking out at the frozen lake, pistol in hand.

Not much interesting about him except for the fresh, gaping, self-inflicted headwound.

He's a little upset, but botherable.

Kanaya's just about to order some food for herself when one of the Bar's patented napkin-messages appears in front of her, and she blinks at it for a moment before responding.

"You Would Like Me To Serve Others Drinks For A Stretch Of Time ( Read more... )

There are two things Milliways does not usually do to Shephard. One, it does not usually surprise him unless he is going into a particular stall in the men's room. And two, it does not usually make the door disappear when he walks in.

Today is just full of surprises ( Read more... )

[OOM: This is happily ever after.]

In the great machine somewhere behind the stage set, a chain moves. A counterweight descends. Cogs and gears begin to turn.

Oh. Look at that. The story's started up again, hasn't it? After such a long time, too!The boy sitting by the fire looks rather the worse for wear. His torn blue shirt has been inexpertly ( Read more... )

[OOM:And if he falls in love tonight
It can be assumed
His carefree days with us are history
In short, our pal is doomed]