Lachesistein: Open Log

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Who: Those who signed-up for the exploration
Where: Lachesistein
When: Today until the 26th (More or less, an open log for any time period if anyone wants to explore around)
Rating: up to R rated (if it gets to R, please indicate in the subject line)
Summary: Characters are exploring Lachesistein on their own time
The Log:

[ This is an open log for those who wish to explore Lachesistein freely, and it can take place any time between July 16th and 26th. For more information on Lachesistein, please refer to the Exploration plotting post. If something comes up at all, make sure to contact a mod with your questions or concerns.

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[legality]

[ By the second night, Terezi's made her way to the houses. She's heard the voices (they all have), and she's decided to investigate the shit out of them. Which means she will be kicking down the doors of every building she comes across and raiding them for valuables and information. ]

[knightime]

[Oh, Dave is going to casually ninja behind you. Hey gurl hey.]

So does it smell a million times worst for you or what? Or does everything smell amazing to you? [The train was pretty bad, but this place also smelled like rotting. Everything here is just rotting and what have you.]

[legality]

[ oh sweet troll jesus dave DO NOT DO THAT. Terezi jumps. She will deny this until her dying day, but Dave surprised the shit out of her. She turns, pulling a stick of red chalk out of her nose, sniffing to get a proper look at him. After confirming his identity, she shoves the chalk back in. Somewhere along the line, she decided that being attacked from behind by whatever monsters were lurking in the fog was a risk she was willing to take to escape the smell. ]

If you must know, I think this place smells like the rotting remains of everything terrible in this world. Rotting remains that have been vomited on multiple times. Ughhhhh. Just kill me now. I knew this was a trap, but I didn't realize how bad it'd really be.

[knightime]

[He's not really sorry. He can't help himself. Still a dick of a kid that needs to mess around with his friends once in awhile. At the very least, now someone can get her attention about monsters so she's not as blindsighted. Hah...blind puns.]

Have you found anything yet? I've pretty much found empty abandoned buildings, graffiti and a hell of a lot of fog and mist. Oh wait, that's basically what everyone else is finding, so I've found jack shit.

This was a dumb idea.

[legality]

It really was. Like, I was expecting something. At least something more than this. [ She jerks head head in the direction of the house she was currently investigating. ]

I mean, come on. Creepy letters that know way too much detail about our lives? Check. Creepy transportation to remote, previously unheard of location? Check. Ominous peasoup fog? Double check. Actually, I'm starting to feel a little ripped off.

[knightime]

They basically set us up for a real hit. Could have made Hollywood as the most breath holding attraction. But then they fuck up by turning this into another B rate horror film.

It's almost- [He whips around, because he thought he heard voices. Augh. He forgot that happens here too.] Okay, the voices calling out to us is really annoying though.

[legality]

Damn right, it's annoying. They're not even saying anything useful. [ SIIIIGH. ]

Dave, I am promising right now, that if I ever become a troll ghost, I will call out helpful things. Like "I WAS MURDERED BY A TERRIBLE BEAST WITH INCREDIBLY SHARP CLAWS AND AN EVEN SHARPER TONGUE. ITS WEAKNESS IS ITS LEFT HOOF, AND YOU WILL FIND IT AT THIS-AND-THAT LOCATION. GOOD LUCK." None of that heeeeeelp me nonsense.

[knightime]

Tsk, tsk. Didn't you know? The point of a shitty horror film is to make the dead as useless as possible. It's like a goddamn trope.

I'll keep that in mind. Thankfully, I've already decided you're not allowed to become a troll ghost. Sorry, but I'm taking away your dying privileges so you'll have to be useful and alive. But it's nice to know that some people are considering being some kind of help instead of just trying to spook the shit out of us with their subliminal haunting.

[legality]

Oh, Dave. So noble. I'll put my life in your pink, plush hands. [ Hands that she's now grabbing in order to lift and high five. ]

So, got an investigation ideas? 'Cause I'm nearly out.

[knightime]

[Naw, gurl. Give him a real brofist. Come on. Don't leave him hanging.]

No, not really. I've been walking around the entire time and I basically feel the need to bitch that my feet hurt. I want to go home. Weh, weh. Whatever.

[legality]

[ Here, have a strange bro fist, high five hybrid. ]

Would you like me to carry you?

[knightime]

[It's like a turkey or some shit.]

Naw. Than I wouldn't have an excuse to complain to you. I need my daily fix of bitching, sorry.

1/2

[legality]

I understand. The Bitching Quota is a tough one to fill. I usually reach mine by talking to Karkat for about five minutes-- gives me everything I could ever possibly bitch about in one convenient package.

[legality]

[ Mentioning Karkat reminds her... ]

Speaking of which, I'm actually. Uh. Pretty worried about Karkat. He's a bit fucking insane right now, and I think it's because he's sick? What am I supposed to do with a sick troll? I tried making him drink water and nap, but every time I leave him to investigate this place, he wanders off like he's attracted to some sort of idiot magnet.

[ Guess who is completely underestimating the extent of Karkat's illness. Hint: it's this girl, right here. ]

[starspangledhero]

[ Likewise, America is busting down doors in search of his beloved little blond girl. There will be no door in Lachgermanname that will go unbusted.

But to his surprise, he finds that one door has already been busted. His chainsaw putters into silence so that he can sneak around a bit more easily. Unfortunately he has all the subtlety of Solid Snake: he's utterly invisible unless you're a complete moron who doesn't realize there is someone under the cardboard box. So Terezi can probably hear and smell him coming the second he steps through the doorway. ]

[legality]

[ America, you aren't even good at this. Just stop. In fact, that's what Terezi ends up calling from another room. ]

I can hear you, you know! Stop pretending to sneak around like some sort of sneaker! 'Cause you're definitely not the type!

[starspangledhero]

I can be perfectly sneaky if I want to!

[ Shouting this from the other room is proving the exact opposite. Wow America.

But he trudges in. His pout at being called out on his godawful sneaking lifts when he spots a familiar troll girl. ]

Hey it's you! Uh... [ fuck he doesn't remember her name. ] The one who creepily sniffs and licks things!

[legality]

And you're that really fucking crazy freedom guy. [ She would roll her eyes if she could. ]

Come here a second. I need your help with something.

[starspangledhero]

That's me! [ Any negative connotation was just ignored. The only word he caught was freedom.

He wanders over, holstering his shotgun in some weird back holster YOU'VE SEEN EVIL DEAD YOU KNOW WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE. ]

Yeah sure, what's up, Sniffer Chick?

[legality]

[ Terezi just shoves her nose in his filthy hippy clothes. ]

[starspangledhero]

[ He jumps a bit, but you know what? DOESN'T EVEN CARE ANYMORE. He just stands there and lets her sniff him. Smell the weed scent that clings to his clothes. The freedom that clings to his skin. The deserts, the forests, the swamps, the shores, the plains, the cities and suburbs and farms that emanate through him.

Also his BO because he is a smelly boy.

Except he can't really decide if her being like 13 makes this less intimidating or exponentially more awkward. The answer is both. As long as she keeps things above the waist he'll be calm and casual. ]

When you're done with that, you haven't happened to see a little blond girl running around here, have ya? 'bout your height and age, usually wears a white dress, sketches stuff...

[legality]

Haven't seen anything. [ Oh sweet manifest destiny. Sea to shining sea and everything in between. The blessing of God's gift to Earth, the scent of a million McDonalds selling a million hamburgers. The right to bear arms and bears' arms. Terezi will never leave your sweet embrace. Nothing will ever smell as miraculous ever again, even if there's the overpowering stench of Otakon on a Sunday. ]

But if she's who you got a letter from, she's probably not here.

[starspangledhero]

Not even the figures in the fog? [ nope doesn't realize she's blind she's going to have to outright tell him

she can also smell his hopes sink (and a little relief) ]

Why d'ya say that?

[legality]

This whole scenario has 'T R A P' tattoo'd across it in bright pink comic sans. You can't seriously think that all of our friends just suddenly showed up at this place and decided to deliver letters to our hives without contacting us directly or anyone noticing them lurking about. It's just a little too ridiculous, even for me.

[starspangledhero]

But what about these?!

[ We're going to pretend he's been carrying a rucksack the whole time. He dumps the contents out on a table in front of her. A sketchpad, colored pencils, crayons, sea glass, a paopu fruit charm. Things Namine would own. ]

These are all hers! Look! EVIDENCE!!!!!!!!!!!

[ The multiple exclamations points are audible. It's manifest in a practically screeching tone. ]