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This. Is. STUPID.
Who| Shaggy and Open
What| Shaggy decides that the best way to protect himself from Vriska is to disguise himself as a troll. This is entirely as stupid as it sounds
Where| Third Floor, particularly the Alterniaworld store.
When| Immediately post-Cornucopia
Warnings/Notes| Greyface??? Look, I am sorry for Shaggy and everything he has chosen to be in this log.
The moment he reaches the end of the ice rink and yanks the skates off his feet, Shaggy Rogers starts running and doesn't stop running until he finds himself at the very top of the store, staring at a storefront with mannequins wearing plastic candy-corn colored horns taking up vast swathes of window space. There's a sign in odd angular letters that reads ALTERNIAWORLD.
Shaggy, not sure what else to do, goes in.
The store, it seems, is themed around the very bug people that scare the heck out of him. He's a bit spooked, until it occurs to him that there's enough stuff in here--grey and black make-up, disposable color contacts, comb-in black hair dye, the plastic horns--that he could very well disguise himself as a bug person if he wanted to. Which seems like a pretty good deal to him, since he figures the bug people wouldn't attack one of their own. There's also clothing all around the store--some of it uncomfortably tight-looking, but enough of it baggy enough for Shaggy's taste so that he grabs some of that too before sneaking into the dressing room.
Eventually he emerges, slathered in grey make-up, a pair of bull-style horns perched on his recently-dyed locks. He's wearing a baggy black tee shirt with some weird writing on it that looks kind of like Daedric* on it and a wonderfully baggy pair of pajama pants with grey circles on them.
Feeling much more confident, he allows himself to pose in the weird pillar display in the center of the store--the machine in front of it automatically takes a picture of him and spits out a copy of it--before grabbing as many of the useful buckets lying around the store as he can carry. He fills one with extra supplies for his diguise, plus the pillar picture, and leaves the rest empty for now.
But although it has nearly anything he might want, the store doesn't seem to have food. So once he's got everything he needs, Shaggy sets off to see if there's anyplace else on the floor that might possibly have snacks.
*Translated it reads: Musclebeast Rave Lusus.
What| Shaggy decides that the best way to protect himself from Vriska is to disguise himself as a troll. This is entirely as stupid as it sounds
Where| Third Floor, particularly the Alterniaworld store.
When| Immediately post-Cornucopia
Warnings/Notes| Greyface??? Look, I am sorry for Shaggy and everything he has chosen to be in this log.
The moment he reaches the end of the ice rink and yanks the skates off his feet, Shaggy Rogers starts running and doesn't stop running until he finds himself at the very top of the store, staring at a storefront with mannequins wearing plastic candy-corn colored horns taking up vast swathes of window space. There's a sign in odd angular letters that reads ALTERNIAWORLD.
Shaggy, not sure what else to do, goes in.
The store, it seems, is themed around the very bug people that scare the heck out of him. He's a bit spooked, until it occurs to him that there's enough stuff in here--grey and black make-up, disposable color contacts, comb-in black hair dye, the plastic horns--that he could very well disguise himself as a bug person if he wanted to. Which seems like a pretty good deal to him, since he figures the bug people wouldn't attack one of their own. There's also clothing all around the store--some of it uncomfortably tight-looking, but enough of it baggy enough for Shaggy's taste so that he grabs some of that too before sneaking into the dressing room.
Eventually he emerges, slathered in grey make-up, a pair of bull-style horns perched on his recently-dyed locks. He's wearing a baggy black tee shirt with some weird writing on it that looks kind of like Daedric* on it and a wonderfully baggy pair of pajama pants with grey circles on them.
Feeling much more confident, he allows himself to pose in the weird pillar display in the center of the store--the machine in front of it automatically takes a picture of him and spits out a copy of it--before grabbing as many of the useful buckets lying around the store as he can carry. He fills one with extra supplies for his diguise, plus the pillar picture, and leaves the rest empty for now.
But although it has nearly anything he might want, the store doesn't seem to have food. So once he's got everything he needs, Shaggy sets off to see if there's anyplace else on the floor that might possibly have snacks.
*Translated it reads: Musclebeast Rave Lusus.
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(It has also occurred to her that she could have spoken to her fellow trolls about the fact that Karkat was just blown to pieces before her eyes, but it seems odd to ask. She already has someone to go for, for that sort of thing and it seems a little odd to go and find a replacement moirail when hers isn't so much dead as not anywhere she can talk to. Besides she's hoping time away from the starting point of the Arena will help get her thoughts in order.)
That said, she isn't quite certain what to make of Shaggy once she does come across him. True, they've never met, but she's pretty certain she'd have known if there were another troll around. Especially one that looks a good deal closer to being adult than she is.
"Have you just gotten here?" It's always best to be sure, in things like this, and politeness rarely hurts.
sorry this took so long!
He only glanced at stores as he passed. Names didn't always tell him things of use, and other times they were more than he could care worry about at the moment. He wanted different clothes than the godawful orange and brown monstrosity he'd been suited in, but he wanted safety more than that. The further he got from the ice rink, the better.
Up the stairs, up, and though panting with the exertion - Sollux was not a runner - he makes it to the third floor. Only here does he allow himself to slow down and catch his breath.
The shops here don't make much sense to him. They look to have themes, to some degree, but the names tell him even less than the ones on lower floors. Still, maybe he can find somewhere useful if he keeps walking--
Or he could find this guy. Pants like Gamzee, horns like Tavros', a shirt that reads nonsense of the sort that inspires disturbing mental images. The paint is obvious and fake, and really, he likely would have heard by now if this guy was here. It was such a non sequitur that Sollux outright forgot to be afraid.
"What the fuck? Where did you get that crap?"
C&C=Crypts & Creatures
"Like, sort of?" Shaggy the human's been here a while, but he hasn't been disguised for that long so he's not sure what's the right way to answer this. "Like, I'm Shagdalf?"
He'd decided to use the name of his old C&C spellcaster as his bug person alias in case any of them had heard of Shaggy Rogers.
Re: sorry this took so long!
"Like, there?" he says, pointing to the storefront.
He'd be able to follow those directions, right? They seemed pretty clear to Shaggy.
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"Oh thweet fuck."
Alterniaworld. It says Alterniaworld. He'd ask why, but it's obvious: the people in charge are nuts and want to harass them in any way they can. Honestly, this is benign compared to the whole of the situation they're in, but it digs under his skin just the same.
He turns back to Shaggy. If he's been looking, he might have noticed the blood smeared on the back of Sollux's costume. There's no sign of injury, however, not to mention the blood is red (if darkened with how it's dried).
"Tho why did you drethh up like that? Are you trying to pithh off every troll here?" he asks, eyes narrowing. "I bet you can't even ready your shirt. And bucketth? Theriouthly?"
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He does see the blood and it's kind of creepy and Shaggy wants to run away but he's not entirely sure this wouldn't just get this bug person to chase him.
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"What do you mean, 'sort of'?"
As far as she's aware, either people do arrive, or they don't, and there's not really anything that could be considered middle ground.
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He crosses his arms, letting his skates dangle by the laces from one hand.
"If you don't know what bucketth are for I'm not going to tell you."
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No. That's too ridiculous.
"Like, I was in this capitol place for a while? But, like, they put me in a tube and, like, now I'm here?
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"Like, I'm Shagdalf? And, like, I know what buckets are for." They're for putting stuff in.
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"Shagdalf ith a thtupid name." An adult-accurate eight letters, sure, but stupid nonetheless.
"If you know what bucketth are for, then ekthplain it to me."
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"That's still here," Nepeta counters. "It just isn't part of the Arenas purroper."
Although it does give her an idea for when he might have turned up, which is certainly better than nothing at all.
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"I knew it," he snaps, "but I didn't believe you did until now. Look, you do whatever, I don't care. Try to fool whoever with your thtupid cothtume and your ugly shirt. I'm leaving."
If not stopped, he's going to storm off to the Alternia store himself. He wants to see all what's in there, and at the least it might offer a temporary outfit to change into.
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'Shagdalf' attempts to smile at her, all we're all bug people here, let's be friends.
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Which is, at the very least, a good sight better than how things would have been on Alternia. Not that it's hard to be better than Alternia, but at the very least it significantly decreases the likelyhood of being stabbed in the street and that's pretty good by Nepeta's standards at the very least.