Vriska: Lose some things.
[There's a bit of shuffling before a loud groan is heard, accidentally dictated through the journal.]
Ugh! Are you kidding me? Way to go, fucking piece of shit castle! Why don't you take some more of these loser trolls before taking someone who was actually--
[Oh. Now she's noticing the journal is open. Whoops.]
Sigh. Way to open the journal on me too, you fucking jerk. [Eyeroll.]
Just in case anyone was wondering, we're down one of the more awesome humans here-- not that there are very many to begin with.
[She's talking about Rapunzel. Whoops.]
Speaking of losing awesome things... You know how those robotic freaks went and ransacked everyone's rooms like a whole lot of shit hitting the whirling device and splattering everything every which way in gruesome chunks against the wall and in everyone's faces?
Yeah! Assholes took my fucking unicorn head! And you don't even want to know what the hell was in my bathtub.
El-oh-el.
[And there's a pause.] ...what the hell are these?
[JOURNAL SHUT.]
(ooc. open via journal! unless you're all up in the satis tower for whatever reason, then it can be open in person. she'll just be... looking at her friend's door all sad-- I mean, angry. yes. that. if you see her in person, she has these in her hands. derp.)
Ugh! Are you kidding me? Way to go, fucking piece of shit castle! Why don't you take some more of these loser trolls before taking someone who was actually--
[Oh. Now she's noticing the journal is open. Whoops.]
Sigh. Way to open the journal on me too, you fucking jerk. [Eyeroll.]
Just in case anyone was wondering, we're down one of the more awesome humans here-- not that there are very many to begin with.
[She's talking about Rapunzel. Whoops.]
Speaking of losing awesome things... You know how those robotic freaks went and ransacked everyone's rooms like a whole lot of shit hitting the whirling device and splattering everything every which way in gruesome chunks against the wall and in everyone's faces?
Yeah! Assholes took my fucking unicorn head! And you don't even want to know what the hell was in my bathtub.
El-oh-el.
[And there's a pause.] ...what the hell are these?
[JOURNAL SHUT.]
(ooc. open via journal! unless you're all up in the satis tower for whatever reason, then it can be open in person. she'll just be... looking at her friend's door all sad-- I mean, angry. yes. that. if you see her in person, she has these in her hands. derp.)
