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[tempustemporum]

Characters: Ienzo and YOU.
Setting: The lower library.
Format: Either one.
Summary: An unfortunate incident with the sound system.
Warnings: TBA

The first time Ienzo had seen the Unfortunate Network Post, he hadn't caught the "I SEE YOU", or anything of the kind. He probably should have, though, considering it filled the entire room.

Somehow the computer

Comments

[evertosoar]

[America's nervous enough without the whole library being graced with that clip.]

Turn that off!

[tempustemporum]

H-how?!

[Oh snap, we got caps up in this. But yeah he genuinely has no idea how to turn the damn thing off.]

[evertosoar]

Press the off button!

[He is going to get up and walk over.]

[tempustemporum]

Which one is that?

[OH HE'S COMING OVER. This is evoking a mixed reaction from Ienzo, because A: he probably knows where the off button is, and B: he's probably going to be really pissed off with Ienzo's not knowing where the off button is. This logic is coming through with a heavy dose of instinctual "oh shit" signals, of course.]

[unexculpable]

[Because this is EXACTLY what he wants to hear right now. Not like this brings back any traumatic memories or anything.]

What the hell did you do?!

[tempustemporum]

I have no idea...!

[He's kind of hysterical. Attempting to lineface, but hysterical.]

[romcomedian]

[When suddenly, one roommate is scrambling down the hall and picking him up by his shirt collar. Guess who's all healed?]

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?

bluekat i love you

[tempustemporum]

I don't know!

[He's pretty damn loud right now, almost certainly louder than he's ever shown to Bluekat. But all the karkaps are probably kind of drowning that out.]

[romcomedian]

SHUT IT OFF, SHITSPONGE! HAVE YOU GONE SHITHIVE MAGGOTS?

[He's about to put his fist through the screen.]

I do not have enough 'scream like a lunatic' icons so I will keep using this one :|

[tempustemporum]

How?!

[Still flailing. Still screaming. So Karkat, feel free to punch that sucker out like it's Glass Joe's estranged uncle.]

HERE HAVE A CASTMATE

[prayerless]

[Well this is kind of really unpleasant. She'd even hazard to say "horrifying". She had been on the first floor getting food, and heard very faint sounds. So she went up a floor, and the sounds got louder.

Which is why she is now in the library with her late master's Keyblade in hand and looking around in a panic, until she sees Ienzo. She accordingly rushes towards him, cringing from the volume as she gets closer to the terminals.]

What happened? [She sounds very worried, and not quite panicked, but at least she's not yelling at him? ...at least no more than she needs to to be heard over the whatever godawful thing that was on the computers.]

GOLLY GEE DARN, HI CASTMATE

[tempustemporum]

[Okay. Okay. Calm. Calm... OH GOD WHEN DID AQUA GET HERE]

[He's glad she's not yelling at him or throttling him, though. (That would be terribly rude if someone did that, EDWARD. AMERICA. KARKAT.) So he's just going to calm down... slightly... somewhat... and then start talking. He's being forced to talk at a normal volume to be heard above the freakish static or whatever that is.]

I don't know. It's just... playing it.

FANCY SEEING YOU AROUND HERE

[prayerless]

[You can't expect her to not be around anything that even resembles a troubled child.

Her eyebrows furrow and she looks to the terminals. She doesn't use them to respond, though, opting instead for a more verbal and very eloquent:] What...?

[But that's not important at the moment even though it totally is, Aqua just doesn't have genre savvy priorities. She looks back to Ienzo.] Are you okay?

WHAT A PLEASANT SURPRISE, HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN AGES. /SIPS CUP OF TEA

[tempustemporum]

...Yes.

[He is okay. Just wondering what the hell is going on.]

...Do you know how to turn this off?

[lethechained]

[Naminé's heard the messages by now and recovered enough to go in search of the source of that awful noise... which is probably why she's walking toward Ienzo very quickly right about now. She doesn't look angry, but her expression is rather concerningly grim with more than a little nervousness accompanying it.]

[tempustemporum]

[Turning around, he looks rather like a deer in headlights. Please know how to turn this off, Naminé. He really doesn't.]

[lethechained]

[She looks first at the terminal, then at him, about to ask (not demand, ask, although it probably would have been a bit more urgent a request than it might otherwise have been) him to turn it down, but stops herself when she sees his expression. There's a brief moment of silence before she asks instead,] What are you doing?

[tempustemporum]

[He shakes his head.] I... have no idea. It just. Happened.