action; the lobby outside the dormitories

[lt-scintillate.livejournal.com]

[Kanaya is standing quite still near the center of the room; she has what looks like a quarter of a bedsheet wrapped around her head, and a hole has been cut in- sawed in, possibly, judging by the ruin that's been wreaked on the cloth- for her eyes. Dark green liquid is soaking through the wrapping in several places. She got here fairly quickly after searching her assigned respiteblock and reading the letter twice, but now that she's reached a common area, she's stymied by the sheer range of unfamiliar and inexplicable options before her.

A school, the letter had said. There had to be antiseptic somewhere: how else would you clean up after an unruly student had been culled? But for the moment- well, if she had breath to catch, she would be catching it. As it is, she tries to regain her bearings, and stares out through her makeshift mask with wary interest.]

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[brofessrstrider.livejournal.com]

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Yo, you ok? You need me to take you to the infirmary or somethin...?

[lt-scintillate.livejournal.com]

[She turns and stares at him, guardedly.]

I'm as okay as can be, but my skull might need some work.

Directions to the nearest medical facilities would be appreciated. Thank you.

[brofessrstrider.livejournal.com]

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I can walk with you, just in case. Or I can scram, if that bugs you out. [SHRUG]

[lt-scintillate.livejournal.com]

I have no objection to accompaniment, though I wouldn't want to impose.

[and she starts to walk.]

[betwixttocks.livejournal.com]

[Passing through the lobby Vriska probably wouldn't have stopped to stare at the odd figure standing dead still in the middle of the room because how many times had she seen that

but the tall, familiar horns and glowing skin made her stop and make a bee line. This place was known for stranger.]

Kanaya!

[lt-scintillate.livejournal.com]

[Kanaya turns slowly at the sound of her own name, and stops in her tracks when she sees who's addressing her. She'd thought the voice sounded familiar, but...

Slowly and clearly:]

You appear to be an impossibility.

[betwixttocks.livejournal.com]

[Narrows her eyes at her. Oh my God was she taller than her????????]

I have no idea what you're talking about. [More important matters!] What is that ragged thing on your head and... why are you taller than me?

[lt-scintillate.livejournal.com]

[She was.]

To answer your implicit and explicit questions in that order, firstly, I am talking about the fact that you are unfeasibly young, secondly, an impromptu bandage type arrangement, and thirdly, very probably because of the first thing I said being, indeed, a thing.

[folds arms]

[agt-doubletap.livejournal.com]

[Sollux has been avoiding the outside world for most of the day, so he finds Kanaya at a bit of a delay. Of course, her particular head wound is all too familiar, and there is really no mistaking his Kanaya.]

[Needless to say, he's on that shit like bees on grubsauce.]

K-Kanaya! [He rushes up to her, still looking a little disorientated and confused.] Your head...how did...

[Time shit, he remembers. The keyword is time shit.]

[lt-scintillate.livejournal.com]

[Sollux.

He's not glowing unduly, she notes, with very real relief, and neither does he appear to have any intentions to murder her by more mundane means.

Probably because, as far as can be seen, Nereid isn't in the vicinity. And, with any luck, not in this dimension.

She keeps her distance, though, backing up a few steps, hand on the lipstick tube.]

Sollux. I must admit, I am... relieved to find you more receptive to my involvement than you were. I take it you have remembered yourself?

[agt-doubletap.livejournal.com]

[Her caution is a harsh reminder of himself, though from the looks of her head it's not hard to guess why. If she'd come here mid-fight, then she never would have been him actually free.]

[It hurts a bit though. He doesn't blame her for being wary, but he hates that that's the first thing she has to think about when seeing him.]

[He takes a few steps backwards of his own.]

Yeah. [He looks at the ground.] Kind of.

[lt-scintillate.livejournal.com]

[she feels an unfamiliar twinge of guilt at his expression, and places her hands on her hips.]

Kind of. What kind of kind of?

[tortileghostwriter]

[...okay he takes pause at this. She's older than the other trolls he's seen so far, doubtlessly yet another goddamn alternate...this wasn't Eridan, obviously. Virgo symbol. Maryam?

Hi Kanaya have a human kid with a shifting shadow. He keeps opening his mouth as if he's going to say something but can't...quite figure out how to put it. universe shenanigans, how is he to know if anything he says would ring any goddamn bells]

[lt-scintillate.livejournal.com]

[She waits for him to say something.

At last, extremely dryly:]

Do I have a little something on my face?

[tortileghostwriter]

[FUCK THE SNARKY HORSESHITOMETER IS IN HER DIRECTION good thing he has dave-style crazy bullshit to fall back on when necessary]

...Ah, no. Apologies, there just... seems to be a twist of alternate timelines at play here.

Maryam?

[lt-scintillate.livejournal.com]

[Kanaya Maryam, seizing the insincerity initiative since 2009.

She hefts the tube of lipstick in her hand, eyes narrowing.]

Where did you hear that name?

[moirailcompass]

[Honestly, Nepeta did not recognized her at first, especially wrapped up as she was. It was her scent that told Nepeta who she was, and for a moment all she could do was stare. No, she had to be wrong. Sure Time Compression could do a lot of things, but it couldn't bring the dead back to life, could it?

Or perhaps this was an alternate Kanaya? That would make sense, and she supposed there was only one way to find out and so she very hesitantly approached the other troll.]

Um. Kananyaa? Is that you?

[lt-scintillate.livejournal.com]

[blank stare]

Why are you all so diminutive?

[moirailcompass]

[she looked down at herself, and then back up at Kanaya, before giving a small shrug.

Vriska had been older than the one she remembered when she arrived here so it wasn't a completely shock, but to see one of her friends this much more mature was still pretty shocking.]

Well I guess beclaws only six sweeps old.

[lt-scintillate.livejournal.com]

[delicately presses a hand over her clothswaddled face]

Right. Okay. Hello, Nepeta. It's nice to see you, even if the circumstances of our reunion are not what I would have expected them to be twenty four hours ago.

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[the beauty of being ass-backwards in the timeline is that most of the stuff that should bother her hasn't happened yet - to Rose this is just a really tall troll she's never seen before with a bedsheet mask on.

so obviously what this means is it's time for some snarking.]

I had no idea that this universe celebrated Halloween out of season. Thank god my usual attire is pseudo-gothy enough to pass for a costume. Of course yours will obviously outclass it, but it's good enough to get me through the rest of the day.

[lt-scintillate.livejournal.com]

[flat stare.]

Your attire intent analysis could use some serious polishing.

...What exactly is a Halloween?

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

My sincerest apologies, but I didn't wake up this morning with any premonition that an alien in a garish costume would cross paths with me today. As such I only had the split second between seeing you and the space after which it would become rude to start a conversation to craft my initial jab. Next time I'll be sure to tattoo some stock phrases along my arms to avoid a similar situation in the future.

As to your question, it's a ritualistic holiday in which young children ward off evil spirits with sugar products. Quite a popular day to celebrate.

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[The great thing about having run into Sollux first is that he's somewhat okay with there being adult trolls around]

[But just because he's okay with her being around, it doesn't mean he's okay with that thing on her head]

If you are who I think you are, your fashion sense has slipped beyond retrieval.

[lt-scintillate.livejournal.com]

...Equius.

I admit it's not my finest hour as an aspiring stylist. But I was compelled to make do with those materials I had to hand.