ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny
Characters: John Egbert and Karkat Vantas
Location: Karkat's apartment (Limbo Lodge 2-F)
Rating: Yeah, it's Karkat. PG-13 by default.
Time: December 9th, Noon
Description: MOVIES. NUFF SAID
John was prepared.
Today was the day when shit going down was officially going to enter the state of Currently Happening, because no one could out-movie-watch John in a movie-watching showdown. No one. Karkat could think what he wanted, but this was a day that John had unintentionally trained for since a young tender age with long nights of marathoning nothing but the glorious and majestic wonders of Nic Cage and Matthew McConaughey and Liv Tyler. This was John's element.
He was also prepared in the sense that he had brought everything that was necessary for the ideal movie marathon. There was no doubt that he had struggled like a true tragic hero, lugging along with him all of the DVDs he currently owned, three bags of Doritos of varying flavors, countless microwavable packets of popcorn of the highest butter content he could find, a shitload of candy that he still had leftover from trick-or-treating on Halloween, all the cans of sugary drinks he could afford, and a few particularly fluffy pillows, all wrapped up in a monster of a blanket bundle.
The trip from Fatality Condominiums to Limbo Lodge involved a little red wagon, a few soda can mishaps, trouble getting into an elevator, lots of mangrit, and many odd stares.
(Sometimes, John missed his sylladex.)
Finally, he arrived at the door of Karkat's apartment, and he promptly rapped a knuckle on the door's surface with a sense of urgency. Because the monster blanket bundle was getting more and more precarious on its spot in the wagon by the second and man, John knew he didn't want to deal with picking up and rewrapping that mess again.
Location: Karkat's apartment (Limbo Lodge 2-F)
Rating: Yeah, it's Karkat. PG-13 by default.
Time: December 9th, Noon
Description: MOVIES. NUFF SAID
John was prepared.
Today was the day when shit going down was officially going to enter the state of Currently Happening, because no one could out-movie-watch John in a movie-watching showdown. No one. Karkat could think what he wanted, but this was a day that John had unintentionally trained for since a young tender age with long nights of marathoning nothing but the glorious and majestic wonders of Nic Cage and Matthew McConaughey and Liv Tyler. This was John's element.
He was also prepared in the sense that he had brought everything that was necessary for the ideal movie marathon. There was no doubt that he had struggled like a true tragic hero, lugging along with him all of the DVDs he currently owned, three bags of Doritos of varying flavors, countless microwavable packets of popcorn of the highest butter content he could find, a shitload of candy that he still had leftover from trick-or-treating on Halloween, all the cans of sugary drinks he could afford, and a few particularly fluffy pillows, all wrapped up in a monster of a blanket bundle.
The trip from Fatality Condominiums to Limbo Lodge involved a little red wagon, a few soda can mishaps, trouble getting into an elevator, lots of mangrit, and many odd stares.
(Sometimes, John missed his sylladex.)
Finally, he arrived at the door of Karkat's apartment, and he promptly rapped a knuckle on the door's surface with a sense of urgency. Because the monster blanket bundle was getting more and more precarious on its spot in the wagon by the second and man, John knew he didn't want to deal with picking up and rewrapping that mess again.