[ text / action for new bark town ] (cw: blood, probably talk of death/violence)

[jurisimprudence]

A. text

TWO TH1NGS

F1RST
JOHN 3GB3RT
1F YOU'R3 H3R3, W3 N33D TO T4LK

S3COND
W1LL TH1S WORK TO G3T BLOOD OUT OF CLOTH1NG OR W1LL 1 N33D TO G3T 4 D1FF3R3NT PRODUCT FROM TH3 N3XT TOWN?

[Here she's attached a photo of the standard bottle of liquid soap that comes with the backpack.]

B. action

[If anyone's on the lookout for newbies, Terezi can be spotted sitting by a flowerbed next to "Mom's" house. She doesn't look any less human than anyone else here, at least at first. Though her ears have a bit of a point, they're hidden by her black hair, and the sharpness of her teeth is concealed by her pursed lips as she taps away at her Pokégear. No, if there's anything to raise concern, it's the fact that she looks like she's had a bad accident with some paint, or perhaps smashed a box worth of Grape-Berry Double Homicide Gushers against herself. Teal and purple mar her shirt and even stick to her face and arms in places.]

[It doesn't really smell like paint, or the corn syrup-laden fruit approximant of candy, either. It's dry by now, but one might recognize the smell of blood.]

[Her starter isn't far: a Gible wanders about the flowerbed proper, occasionally casting a concerned glance back at her new trainer in between devouring whatever blooms might remain at this time of year. She'll settle for withered stems, too; she ain't picky.]

Comments

[apshot]

I think that what he wants is the opposite of order.

[ But he gets what Terezi is saying. ]

Ha. At least someone can get their shitty problems resolved.

[jurisimprudence]

31TH3R W4Y TH3R3 1S 4 PROBL3M, R1GHT?

[But her world—that's complicated. It has been for a long time, but especially lately, with what happened when she was there and what she's heard since. She takes a moment, massages the bridge of her nose and her temples, then riffles through her mind for the words.]

HON3STLY
1 4M SURPR1S3D 1T D1D WORK
1 THOUGHT 1T OUT TH3 B3ST 1 COULD BUT 1T D3P3ND3D ON SOM3ON3 3LS3 TO B3 C4RR13D OUT
SOM3ON3 WHOS3 POW3RS 1 H4D NOT 3V3N B33N 4W4R3 OF UNT1L M4YB3 4 F3W HOURS 34RL13R
1 4M R34LLY T1R3D

[She... was going to continue that thought, but that kind of says a lot on its own, doesn't it? There's still so much of it in her mind. Glitches in the air, dead friends on the ground, broken planets in the sky.]

[apshot]

[ It is a problem. He can agree with that. ]

The hell do you mean by that?

[jurisimprudence]

[Urrggghhh maybe she shouldn't have mentioned it. She puts her face in both hands this time, thinks it over, decides to just be blunt.]

4LL MY FR13NDS D13D V1OL3NTLY
R34L1TY W4S PR3TTY MUCH 4S WR3CK3D 4S 1T COULD G3T
4ND 1 H4D TO R3LY ON T3LL1NG ON3 OF ONLY TWO SURV1VORS B3S1D3S MYS3LF TO GO B4CK 1N T1M3 TO CH4NG3 SOM3 TH1NGS
WH1CH 1S 4N 3XTR3M3LY S1MPL1F13D V3RS1ON OF WH4T H4PP3N3D SO Y3S 1 KNOW 1T'S M1SS1NG TH3 D3T41LS

[apshot]

HAAAAA?

[ THE HELL YOU MEAN EVERYONE DIED? GO BACK IN TIME??? WHAT??? ]

[jurisimprudence]

NOW 1M4G1N3 TH4T
4ND M4K3 1T S3V3R4L ORD3RS OF M4GN1TUD3 WORS3
4ND 4DD MY OWN D34TH ON TOP OF 1T
TH4T 1S HOW MY D4Y W3NT, B4KUGOU

[apshot]

[ Open mouth and insert foot. Just what does someone say to that? ]

Yeah, that's pretty fucked up.

[jurisimprudence]

Y3P

[Just... just give her a minute. A few minutes.]

TH3R3 4R3 4 COUPL3 P3OPL3 H3R3 FROM TH3 FUTUR3 LONG 4FT3R TH3 CH4NG3S 1 SUGG3ST3D
WH1CH 1S HOW 1 KNOW 1T W4S F1X3D 4T 4LL
1T 1S JUST...
3XH4UST1NG, ST1LL
C4N W3 CH4NG3 TH3 SUBJ3CT?

[apshot]

That's fine.

[ No, seriously. No need to talk about all that. ]

[jurisimprudence]

[Right. Okay. New... new subject. She should...]

[Sigh.]

ON S3COND THOUGHT
M4YB3 1 SHOULD JUST G3T MOV1NG
1NST34D OF S1TT1NG H3R3 1N TH1S TOWN FOR TH3 R3ST OF TH3 D4Y

[Her Gible has come over to nose at her in concern, and she really doesn't feel like drawing the attention of the locals more than she has to.]

[apshot]

Your call.

[ It's not like he is going to push for conversation... Every now and then he can read the mood. ]