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thearena2014-05-19 08:08 pm
69problems) wrote in thearena2014-05-19 08:08 pm
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WHO| Karkat, the Signless and YOU!
WHAT| Mutant camping, and food sharing if anyone's hungry
WHEN| All through week one
WHERE| Various less-shitty houses around the residential area
WARNINGS| Nothing as of yet; will be updated or marked in-thread
For the first week, Karkat and the Signless wander the rows of houses. Many of them are empty of anything useful, but occasionally they find a can or two to add to their small stock of rations. In a few of them they find bugs hiding somewhere dark like they found in the first one, and on those nights they have to worry at least a little less about running out of food. Once they even manage to trap and take down one of the dogs -- it isn't exactly appetizing, but cooking it as thoroughly as Signless insists on to make sure it's safe to eat masks at least some of the taste.
Mostly, they use the (less dilapidated) houses with fireplaces as overnight camps. The faint glow of their fire can be seen through the grimy windows, especially when it gets dark.
[As a note, the mods have said humans probably shouldn't eat bugs as they'll suffer pretty bad side-effects. If your non-troll character shows up and wants some of their food, it's probably best to have it happen on dog night.]
WHAT| Mutant camping, and food sharing if anyone's hungry
WHEN| All through week one
WHERE| Various less-shitty houses around the residential area
WARNINGS| Nothing as of yet; will be updated or marked in-thread
For the first week, Karkat and the Signless wander the rows of houses. Many of them are empty of anything useful, but occasionally they find a can or two to add to their small stock of rations. In a few of them they find bugs hiding somewhere dark like they found in the first one, and on those nights they have to worry at least a little less about running out of food. Once they even manage to trap and take down one of the dogs -- it isn't exactly appetizing, but cooking it as thoroughly as Signless insists on to make sure it's safe to eat masks at least some of the taste.
Mostly, they use the (less dilapidated) houses with fireplaces as overnight camps. The faint glow of their fire can be seen through the grimy windows, especially when it gets dark.
[As a note, the mods have said humans probably shouldn't eat bugs as they'll suffer pretty bad side-effects. If your non-troll character shows up and wants some of their food, it's probably best to have it happen on dog night.]
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"I've been trying, mostly on Karkat's end, but I'm sure you've seen how hard it is to keep things civil between them." After how messy that breakup had been, all help was good help. Especially since Roland knew Cuthbert better, could probably put things in ways he would better understand.
"And normally that would be a good thing, with black romance, but neither of them understands boundaries." At least he'd been able to talk to Karkat about that, after the disastrous night with Kankri earlier that week. At least he'd made some headway.
"I don't think either of them mean to be so difficult. They just come from very different cultures and have very different expectations for what a relationship should entail, and they're too young to know how to negotiate that respectfully yet."
would it make sense for Karkat to come back soonish?
He leans past the doorway, squinting. "There may be some chairs in here that'll be of use if they're still sturdy," he says, and grabs two to set them face to face in front of the fireplace. "Help me pick this up again, I'll tie its legs to the back of one of these."
Most of the blood would have left when the beast's throat was cut, but not all of it, so Roland picks the thing's head up the same careful way he'd carried it, wound aimed up. "Depending on whichever when he was taken from, I don't think Cuthbert knows anything about human romance either." He shrugs. "I won't make excuses for him, but it may help to understand that much."
he'll be back after this tag
He helps Roland lift the dog, following any instructions he's given -- this isn't something he's used to doing, considering that with a family of four to feed back home and an abundant amount of wildlife they never really dried much of anything.
"Everyone was young and stupid once," he says with a one-shouldered shrug. "It's not an excuse, no, but it explains his actions. My issue is more that he continues to be young and stupid despite attempts to educate him."
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"I don't know about stupid," Karkat says, "but we're fucking stuck being this young as long as there's games. They keep bringing us back in bodies exactly like when they grabbed us from where we were, so Bert's still the same fucking age physically as he was when we got here."
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"Tilt its head back," he says, going back into that other room for another chair. "Once the rest of what's in there finishes draining, we can probably start to cut it open. Either of you have anything that'll strike a spark?"
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"Speaking as someone with experience in such things. As for a fire, we have matches." He looks to Karkat (he's the one who's been carrying them, since he found them originally), tilting the dog's head back as instructed.
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It's not that he doesn't care about the rest. It's only that - well, it happens. It's 'fucking awful' that it happens. In Roland's mind, that's all there is to say on the matter. As to Signless' experience with memory, Roland notes it, but... later. He'll ask later. His own memory problem isn't something he's going to think on too much in a setting where he needs to be as alert as possible. "After the last of this blood's finished draining, we can slit it open. See if whatever comes out looks edible."
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Probably only for the gain of the Capitol, though. They'd wanted Karkat older so his love life was a more acceptable thing to focus on, in the Signless's opinion, or possibly because it would give them more emotional blackmail material considering everything he'd been through when he'd gone back.
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"Thank you for your help with this," he says to Roland. "It's not really either of our specialties; I imagine we could have done it but it would have been with a lot more trouble. You probably saved us some injuries that we can't afford this early."
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"Yeah," Karkat says. "I mean, Crabdad would bring home bigger things sometimes, but never that fucking big. The biggest thing I've ever butchered before was like half the size of this at the most and then I had clean working surfaces and a thermal hull to keep the stuff I didn't eat in."
Once he's got the wood and the kindling arrange to his liking, he strikes the match. It makes him think of Bert, for some stupid reason. Maybe because Bert had always been the one to make the fires when they'd been teamed up.
"Have you seen Bert?" he asks suddenly. "I mean, since they dumped us in here."
He's still annoyed at Bert for punching him and for... well, for a lot of things, really, but he still thought of Cuthbert as his best friend here and their stupid dramatic breakup didn't really change that.
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He eyes the dog, deciding on the best way to cut it without spilling all its guts out. None of the weapons he's got will do the job, it'll have to be one of them - but he looks, nonetheless. Good to have something else to think about.
"For some reason I'd expected it to be easier. But there's something about that Cornucopia... is it always like that? How did the two of you find one another?" Because he plans on being here the next time, too, and he knows he could use some pointers.
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He's more than a little annoyed about that, actually. He made a vow to himself to go for the Cornucopia even though the bloodbath is not a good place for him to be, and they had the audacity to switch it up on him and make it even harder.
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He'll probably have to butcher the dog. He's got the sharp knives after all.
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"Making jerky," he says, moving on to the next useful topic. "It's more about drying meat out than cooking it. The smoke of a fire can keep some insects away but mostly it's a matter of setting the meat in the right place and waiting. In a house like this it should be safer, but I wouldn't be surprised if the smell drew something. We should probably sleep in shifts, though you were probably planning on doing that already."
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Maybe the dog had been a bad idea. He hated staying still, even if the extra food jerky would provide would most likely prove invaluable and he hated to waste any of it after the trouble it was to bring it down.
"Especially if the smell brings more barkbeasts."
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"I think they're hungry," he says once Karkat seems done, letting the rest pass because there is nothing he particularly wants to say to their loving and devoted audience. "Hungrier than us, probably. So we'd better get started." He nods toward Signless - or, more accurately, Signless' knife. "Care to start us off?"