For miles I could see the destruction of man. [OPEN]
who ; Open log for anyone at Striderhaus.
what ; two Striders MIA, a brorail off his red and blue rocker, and plenty of other traumatic stuff to talk about. Sure can be a busy place in the Strider Pad, even when it's half empty.
where ; Casa Del Strider
when ; Shortly after Sollux's flipout on the network.
warning(s) ; Swearing, Striders, angst likely.
To say John was nervous was a bit of an understatement.
To say John was freaked out was a bit of an overstatement.
To say he was pacing the floors of Casa Del Strider, currently trying to keep a grip on his marbles and not spill them out on the floor for everyone to see? That... That was much more accurate.
He had changed three times since he got here - the casual outfit he changed out of because he needed to do something and checking the network was turning him into some sort of spaz who broke their F5 key refreshing a page. The labsuit felt too constrained, the Godhoodie made him feel too weird (residue crazy? Who knows.) and the outfit that looked just like Vriska's...
Yeah. Self explanatory.
So here he was, Wise Guy Slime Suit on, trying to think of something, anything he could do to help people out. The station was becoming a madhouse, but he wanted to save whoever he could.
He wasn't worried when he talked to then, but Sollux's post had him on edge. Who else was in Zone 7? Davesprite? Vriska? Bro? He didn't know. He wanted to know, wanted to know who to look for when they no doubt assaulted this zone, teleporters be damned.
He just needed to stop wearing a hole in the floor first.
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what ; two Striders MIA, a brorail off his red and blue rocker, and plenty of other traumatic stuff to talk about. Sure can be a busy place in the Strider Pad, even when it's half empty.
where ; Casa Del Strider
when ; Shortly after Sollux's flipout on the network.
warning(s) ; Swearing, Striders, angst likely.
To say John was nervous was a bit of an understatement.
To say John was freaked out was a bit of an overstatement.
To say he was pacing the floors of Casa Del Strider, currently trying to keep a grip on his marbles and not spill them out on the floor for everyone to see? That... That was much more accurate.
He had changed three times since he got here - the casual outfit he changed out of because he needed to do something and checking the network was turning him into some sort of spaz who broke their F5 key refreshing a page. The labsuit felt too constrained, the Godhoodie made him feel too weird (residue crazy? Who knows.) and the outfit that looked just like Vriska's...
Yeah. Self explanatory.
So here he was, Wise Guy Slime Suit on, trying to think of something, anything he could do to help people out. The station was becoming a madhouse, but he wanted to save whoever he could.
He wasn't worried when he talked to then, but Sollux's post had him on edge. Who else was in Zone 7? Davesprite? Vriska? Bro? He didn't know. He wanted to know, wanted to know who to look for when they no doubt assaulted this zone, teleporters be damned.
He just needed to stop wearing a hole in the floor first.
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