First level--Backdated to before animal event

[freakinbrutal]

[There's a man in a space suit trudging around town. And he is far from happy.

Michael's already eaten the last of his emergency rations, though it hasn't sunk in yet that he can just waltz into different shops and take whatever he pleases. Once he does, he'll probably have a field day with it. Meridian might hold it in its best interest to keep

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[inflictedknight]

Hey you. What are you doing?

[Karkat watches him kick around the can. He's been watching him for a good minute or two. He's only interested because he's a rather interesting looking individual. Kind of short, like him. It feels good to call someone out who is roughly his own size.]

[freakinbrutal]

The hell's it look like I'm--

[He speaks before turning, and once he sees who called out to him, he shuts up. Arching a brow, he glances the young troll up and down, clearly more than a little baffled.]

I don't have candy for you so go away.

[inflictedknight]

I don't want candy. All I want to know is what this stupid looking douchebag in front of me is doing.

[freakinbrutal]

What's it look like I'm doing, y'little freak?

[He scowls, sizing the troll up.]

Damn, that look went out of style decades ago.

[irrationaling]

[ Alice merely watches him kick the can over and over for a few moments, as if she expects him to give up after a little while. But as the minutes pass on and nothing changes, she decides to speak up instead, folding her arms over each other. ]

Are you trying to get that can somewhere?

[freakinbrutal]

I'm just bored!

[It's shouted, like he faults the city for his boredom. Only then can he take a good look at Alice.

Oh. Well. She's kind of pretty.]

Who're you?

[irrationaling]

Well, all of us are undoubtly bored at some point in this city, but getting that can somewhere would be a form of chasing away boredom as well. [ she shrugs lightly. ]

I'm.. Alice. Alice Liddell.

[freakinbrutal]

I'm not trying to get it anywhere. I just don't have anything better to do.

[He shrugs it off and kicks the can one last time, sending it clattering off.]

Name's Michael.

[makaracles]

[catches the can on a particularly hard punt .... with his head. To be fair to Michael, the guy IS all grey and black, lying on the gray ground pretty still, but he sits up abruptly at the impact, blinking in confusion]

[freakinbrutal]

Oh, more of you hipsters.

[Then he realizes that the can hit the lanky troll in the head, and he can't hold back a laugh.]

[makaracles]

[looks at Michael, brow coming down in a befuddled expression] Woah, where'd you all come from, motherfucker?

[freakinbrutal]

[A long pause.]

What the hell kind of question is that?