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[Standing in one of the hallways is a kind of funny looking kid. He's short and stocky with a ridiculous mop of inky black hair that looks like it hasn't been combed in weeks, but that's far from the strangest thing about him. Protruding from the mop of hair are a pair of orange-gradiented horns for starters, and the skin they protrude from is greyed and somewhat leathery. His eyes are yellow and his teeth are sharp and he... pretty much looks pissed off at everything.]

[Don't worry, that's normal.]

So let's pretend for half of a fucking miniscule human time measurement that I give one iota of a fuck about this place, and assume that I want to figure out where the fuck my dorm is.

[He glowers at the piece of paper in his hand.]

Would one of you useless pink monkeys like to point me in the direction of A201?

[[ooc; tags when i'm back from a thing.]]

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[He's quiet for another few seconds.]

I'd rather not have the chance to get used to it.

[beginsoffstage.livejournal.com]

No one does. [glances back at him, shaking her head] But the Compression that brought us here's also just as fickle about who gets to go back when.

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Figures. [He folds up his paperwork and shoves it in his back pocket, then shoves his hands into his front ones and skulks along behind her, dragging his feet. His ears are pressed pretty much straight backwards like an irritated cat's.]

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[Gabs can't help glancing back at him every now and then. Granted, she's been here a while, so she's not as freaked out by non-humans, but... Karkat's still giving her the creeps.] Sooo... um, my name's Gabriella. Let me know if you ever need any help?

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[Sorry Gabs, he's just a grump. He raises his eyebrows at her one of the times she looks back, as if trying to figure out what in the world she's looking at.]

Karkat Vantas. Have you never seen a troll before?

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[It's okay! Gabs is still very weirded out by Garden! Once Karkat finally notices, she slowly shakes her head and bites her lip.] They didn't exist in my world. Nothing... supernatural did, anyways.

I'm sorry. It's still been a lot to take in.

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[Snort.] Supernatural? Not hardly.

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[So very confused.] But you're not human. Doesn't that mean you have powers of some kind?

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[His eyebrows obscure themselves beneath his mess of hair again, and he lifts his hands from his pockets, wiggling his fingers at her.] Yes. I'm reading your mind right now.

[Beat of silence, and he rolls his eyes.] Some of us do, but I'm not one of them. Doesn't change the fact that I'm hideously superior to the entirety of your nooksuckingly lame race of pink-skinned monkeys, but I'm nothing preternatural.

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[So he has a superiority complex! Gabriella can't help giggling, only slightly, as she falls in step to walk beside him] If you want to insult us humans, "pink-skinned" might not be the way to go about it. Not all of us - myself included - are Caucasian.

[She completely missed the point. Again.] ... So what do you call yourself anyways?

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[He balks at her, both for her bald missing of the point and for the fact that she's now walking so close to him. He reels away from her slightly.] What the fuck is a Caucasian is that another retarded word your mentally challenged race has come up with for your sexual preferences??

[Oh my God Gabriella I am so sorry.] What do you mean what do I call myself? I gave you my name already, what the fuck kind of stupid question is that.

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[Personal space bothers him. She duly notes this for the future!] It's a different name for a human race. They've, like, divided them based on how dark their skin is. There's Caucasian, Hispanic/Latino - which is what I am, Asian, African, and I think Middle Eastern, but the latter's a hotbed all on its own.

[Actually, she's not offended! Which is the weird part; she kind of finds him to be adorable.] I mean like... I'm a human, so what're you? [Clearly, troll was not an acceptable answer.]

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[He squints.] Humans have a caste system based on skin color? That... [Actually makes a good deal of sense to a kid coming from a race based on a blood hierarchy. Except it's not exactly the same.] Is really strange. It's like wearing your blood color on your sleeve, you're just asking to get culled. Unless that's not how you people work. [Which wouldn't surprise him.] So what does-- Lah-tee-noh mean?

[His ears fold backward again and he frowns at her. Gabriella I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.] What the fuck is wrong with you did you not hear me say Troll. We're trolls, woman.

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Not really. We can't "turn off" our skin colors or anything. [hums thoughtfully; that's a new way of thinking about it for her.] "Latino" means someone from Latin America, which is like a country on Earth, living in America. It basically means I speak Spanish really well.

[The best friendship ever! She might be looking at his frown like it is one of the cutest things she's ever seen in her life.] Huh, really? Guess even my fairy tale books lied about you guys too.

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[Deadpan.] No, that would be retarded. Trolls can't "turn off" their blood color, either. [He squints.] So it's based on location? Your skin is a different color depending on where you come from. [Gee, that's somewhat familiar.]

[This is a horrified grimace.] You overwhelmingly retarded nookstain, Trolls created you and your planet, we wouldn't be in your subpar fiction.

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You've got it. Couldn't explain why, though.

[Huh! She blinks, somewhat grateful that they've finally reached the dorms. Holding the door open for him now!] Maybe in your world... but that sounds fascinating. So how'd you guys create the planet? I imagine it's not like creationism... so is it like the "humans evolved from monkeys" deal? [Karkat might've opened a dangerous door: Gabs wants details.]

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[He nods, and contemplates asking her if one skin color for humans means more, status-wise, than another, but keeps his jaw set and stays silent instead.]

[What the fuck why are you interested I'm trying to offend you, woman. Why is it not working. Karkat sort of boggles in perplexed rage for a moment.] There was a game we all played that destroyed our planet and the goal if we won was to create another. We succeeded, until a group of yours started their own session and fucked everything up for all of us.

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[It's impossible to offend Gabriella, Karkat! It'd honestly be easier trying to insult a brick wall.] So it's like... a video game? But instead of the stake being intangible points and your dignity, it's an actual world?

Huh. [She can't help shaking her head] Wouldn't have guessed that in a million years.

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[Snarls absently, his ears dropping flat against his head for a moment as he rolls his eyes.] Yes, you braindead nooksniffer. Jegus fuck, you're dumber than Egbert, and I honestly didn't think that was possible.

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[If those curse words were real, she might actually be insulted.] Judging by your world's standards? Probably, but that's nothing some learning can't fix.

Anyhow, we're here. Room A201! [gestures towards the door] ... Can we talk again sometime, Karkat? I learned a lot of cool things today.

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[He just balks at her. You want to talk to him, Gabriella? Like, unironically?]

There is something horribly wrong with you. Sure, whatever, apparently Harley is going to hound me until I hang out with people anyway, I guess you're not awful for a horrificially mentally challenged Lah-tee-noh monkey.

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[pfffft, she can't help giggling. Of course she wants to hang out with him! It's part of being nice like a Disney Princess] Why, thank you. I guess I'll see you around at dinner?

[she starts to leave, but then turns back as if she just remembered something:] Right. If you ever need help with math and science courses, let me know! I'm pretty good at that kind of stuff.

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[I CAN SHOW YOU THE WOOOOORLD-- wait. He just rolls his eyes and waves her off, disappearing into his dorm room.]

[What the fuck, he's just gotten to this place and already he's being swarmed with retarded humans that want to be his friends. Ughhh.] Yeah, yeah whatever.

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[She'll take that as a rousing success.] No problem! I'll see you later!

[... well, she finally left. He's going to have to try really hard to get her off him now, especially since she still thinks he's the cutest thing to hit Garden.]