#hello ive been lurking in the shadows for quite some time now

[kitoblob]

I just found out that two of my favorite books/series (The Invention of Hugo Cabret + The City of Ember) both have movie adaptations. Ever since PJO and HP (along with TMBS though that one was ok 😋) I've been skeptical, so I don't think I'll be checking them out 😞

[maxmayfield]

There and Back Again

I. “And so, for a triangle with sides A, B, and C, the cosine rule can—”

Steve blinks, eyelids suddenly heavy as his attention begins to waver. He’s always liked Ms. Davis; she’s a good teacher and she comes to all the basketball games, but there’s just something about today—something about the last several weeks actually. He’s been finding it hard to focus.

First it was the echoes of shrieks and ghosts of monsters that played constantly at the corners of his imagination. Then it was Nancy’s face swimming through his thoughts, the quick glimpses he caught of her in the hallways feeding his memories, making it difficult to do anything else besides miss her.

Slowly, Steve’s attention drifts past his desk, past the slightly dirty window, to outside, where winter is quickly turning to spring.

Things have changed a lot in the last months. Steve likes to think he’s kept up well with those changes; grown into someone bigger and better than who he used to be. But, never far behind those thoughts are the nagging ones that suggest maybe he’s grown a little too much, a little too big. For Hawkins, at least.

II. Steve grits his teeth, annoyed at his stupidly big mouth and his even stupider big heart for getting him into this situation. Jonathan Byers is there, in his car, in the passenger seat, tenser than a ready-to-spring mousetrap as he stares pointedly out the window.

Steve wants to slam on the breaks, reach across the gap between them, and punch him in his stupid face. But he resists, swallowing the urge to fight that still springs up so easily in his chest.

Instead, he grips the steering wheel a little too tightly and makes pained small talk, like years of his parents’ social gatherings has taught him. “Work was good?”

Jonathan shrugs slightly, apparently surprised at the friendly question—as if Steve pulling up behind him on the sidewalk and offering him a ride home in the pouring rain wasn’t already friendly enough. His answer, “I guess,” is tentative.

“No car today?” Steve continues, shoulders still tense as he tries to focus on driving through the rain, on the limited visibility in front of him—on anything really, other than the thought of Jonathan and Nancy together.

“It’s in the shop.”

“Cool.”

Silence falls again and Steve tries, really tries, to understand where he fits into this mess. Because Nancy’s been friendly; she’s trying hard, but Jonathan can barely look at him and Steve’s not sure if it’s because he’s embarrassed or because he feels bad. Steve’s not sure if he fits at all.

He breathes out steadily, pulling himself away from those thoughts and returning to this hellishly awkward car ride.

“Music?” Steve asks, the word coming out more like a command than a question and he’s almost glad when Jonathan nods enthusiastically and hits play on the cassette ring.

The choral notes of Starman filter through the speakers, crackling at first because Steve’s played the tape so many times it’ll have to be replaced soon. He feels a hint of smug satisfaction at the shocked look that crosses Jonathan’s face.

“You like Bowie?”

“I’m not deaf, Byers. Of course I like Bowie.”

That’s it. Silence for the remainder of the ride, save for the melancholy electricity of Bowie.

Steve pulls up in the Byers’s drive, expecting, for a moment, some monster to be lurking in the shadows. But Jonathan gets out of the car and quiet goodbyes are exchanged.

Steve turns his windshield wipers up a notch and drives home, suddenly very tired.

III. He decides to leave Hawkins on a Monday.

His going away party is the following Saturday. Although, it’s not much of a party. Claudia Henderson makes his favourite dinner, which he eats enthusiastically despite having just come from lunch with his parents.

The kids are all there, except Max. Steve doesn’t ask why. He already knows. They all ask him questions: where will he go, what will he do, and will he make friends. This last question comes from El and Steve grins at her, messing up her hair.

Goodbyes are quick, but not painless. Steve hugs each of the kids in turn, wondering how tall they’ll be when he next sees them; wondering if they’ll be safe; not just from horrible monsters, but from all the stuff that goes along with high school.

Just as he’s ducking into his car, Dustin slips away from the fray and slides a walkie-talkie into his hand. Their eyes meet and Steve smiles gently. Both know that the walkie won’t be in a functional range for long, but they leave that fact unspoken.

Steve swings by the arcade on his way out of town and, as expected, sees Max busy at her usual game. She’s scowling and her fingers press down on the buttons with more force than necessary. He sneaks up behind her, as stealthily as he can.

“Bet I can beat your score.”

Max doesn’t break eye contact with the game. Steve can tell it’s not because she’s mad at him; she just doesn’t want him to see the tears forming in the corners of her eyes. “I thought you were leaving.”

“I wanted to say goodb—”

And then she’s hugging him, her arms tight around his torso, her face pressed into his shirt. Steve sighs and hugs her back, mentally berating himself. He knows Max hates goodbyes.

“I’ll see you later, Zoomer, I promise.”

IV. Three days on the road and Steve feels like he’s going in circles. He hasn’t decided where to go and more than once he’s driven right back to the town limits of Hawkins before turning around and setting out again.

Leaving is hard.

At night he sleeps in his car, curled up in the backseat with his old letter jacket strewn across his chest. It’s not ideal, but when he wakes up, stiff and a little worse for the wear, he finally doesn’t feel like the weight of the world is on his shoulders.

V. Steve closes his eyes in delight, savouring the way the flavours melt together in his mouth. Ham and two types of bacon? Heaven. Maybe it’s because he hasn’t really eaten much in the last few days or maybe this really is the best sandwich he’s ever tasted. Either way, he’s downed it in practically three bites and quickly gets to work on the side of fries, doused in ketchup.

His waitress comes over to his table, her dark hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail. She fixes him with a smart grin, fire in her eyes as she takes in his near-empty plate. “I’d ask if you’re enjoying everything, but it looks pretty obvious that you are.”

Steve quirks an eyebrow in her direction, trying to think of something smart to say, but he’s rusty in that department too. And before his brain can supply a single word, she’s holding out her hand.

“I’m Robin.”

“Steve.”

He likes meeting new people now; people who don’t know his name or where he’s from or who he used to be. He likes thinking that he can be absolutely anyone he wants to be.

VI. Three months out of Hawkins and things have changed. New job. New apartment. New girlfriend. Life for Steve Harrington is pretty damn good.

On Saturdays, Steve hits up the local comic book shop. It’s bigger than the one in Hawkins; the one Dustin dragged him to on countless weekends that he’s begun to miss.

What started as a short trip to pick something up for the kids has become a weekly ritual. Now, aside from browsing for rare finds he can mail back to Hawkins for his little shits (who Robin has affectionately, after several phone calls, come to term his “fan club”), Steve is looking for the newest issue of Detective Comics for himself.

Saturdays also mean phone calls with Max. Mostly, she fills him in on the local gossip (on Mrs. Gillespie’s newest hairstyle or the ridiculous drama about petunias between Mrs. Harris and Mr. Delco). She reassures him that she’s fine, that things with Lucas are great and that she’s been spending a lot of time at the Hoppers’ place (and, more gossip, Hop and Joyce are totally flirting all the time). She asks when he’s coming home and he tells her soon.

Sometimes he feels guilty, because Steve thinks that maybe he’s found a new home.

VII. It’s a pepperoni pizza, pyjamas, and B-movie kind of night when the phone call comes. Steve and Robin are snuggled up on his couch—the one they found at the side of the road and spent three days refinishing together—and the shrill ringing of the telephone interrupts their running commentary on the low-quality flick.

Stretching out, nearly dropping his pizza, Steve grabs the receiver, his hello cut off by a flurry of words he can just barely follow, but he holds on to every single syllable.

“Steve?”

Robin is watching him from her spot on the sofa, her dark eyes intent on his face, worry creasing the corners of her lips. Steve meets her eye briefly and tries to smile, but his face can’t quite manage it with the worried voice in his ear.

“I’ll be there soon, Nance.”

The call ended, Steve stands, tossing aside his half-eaten slice and grabbing his jacket from where it hangs over the back of the sofa. Robin is on her feet as well, her face begging for clarification.

“I have to go,” Steve says, unsure how to explain the urgency to her.

Whatever questions he had been expecting from her never arrive. Instead, Robin licks her lips and nods curtly. “Okay. I’m coming with you.”

“It’s—” Steve stops himself. There’s no time. “I’ll explain on the way.”

VIII. “So wait, they were dogs?” Robin eyes him as they speed along the interstate back towards Hawkins, Steve hoping against hope that he won’t get pulled over. “Or demigagons?”

“Demogorgons,” Steve corrects her pronunciation, “And they were neither. Dustin called them Demodogs, but whatever they were, they had a lot of teeth.”

He’s waiting for her to laugh. To roll her eyes, tell him to stop the car and to quit screwing around. But she settles further into her seat, the gun they’d picked up from her place resting in the bag at her feet.

“I believe in aliens,” Robin says, as though she can read his mind, “What’s an interdimensional monster or two?”

“Two hundred,” Steve says quietly, the smile fading from his lips. He presses his foot down on the gas just a little bit harder, suddenly remembering the looks on the kids’ faces last year when they went down into those tunnels.

He should be there.

IX. Nancy is the first to notice the headlights pull up outside Hop’s cabin. Everyone else is distracted with planning and the bickering that goes along with it. She moves silently to the door and unlatches it, standing in the frame with her arms around herself as Steve gets out of the car, tall and imposing as ever. Just behind him is a girl Nancy doesn’t recognize, but she’s holding a gun and that’s good enough for her.

“Steve—” Nancy begins to greet him, but she’s overwhelmed, her voice catching in her throat. Mike and El have been missing for hours now and each passing moment weighs her down even more. Steve’s arms are around her, squeezing her in a way that feels safe and familiar. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Nancy notes how much she’s missed him.

“We’ll find them Nancy.”

That much, he can promise.

For @stevemossington because screw you Lara what have you done getting me obsessed with Steve all over again. 

[matty-colt-blog]

hey yall! ive been lurking the teaser blog/talk tag for quite a while now and i figured it was about time i stepped out of the shadows and introduced myself. hopefully ill get my shit together and post some more stuff here in the next little while, but if not then fingers crossed that i get to write with all you wonderful, creative people when the game opens!

what’s your name? whereabouts are you from?

hey hi hello, i’m ariel and i hail from the frozen wasteland of canadia. specifically vancouver, where it’s less frozen and more grey and currently a sweltering 20 degrees celsius. (i have a really low tolerance for heat, okay? let me live)

when playing clue, who do you usually play as?

as a kid, miss peacock (because my mom always took miss scarlet smh). these days, i generally opt for professor plum. (sidebar: do you guys know they killed off mrs. white?? true life. i can’t believe they’d disrespect madeline kahn like that.)

what’s your favorite character archetype / superlative?

oh man, so many. tropes are my motherfucking lifeblood. the token evil teammate literally always gets me. i want every villain ever to become part of the gang. as far as rp, i tend to play straight-up bad dudes (can you tell I love me a villain yet?), but when it comes to horror settings i’m inexplicably drawn to like, well-intentioned idiots. the kind of dude who gets literally all of his friends (and himself) killed because he found out about this sick party in the inescapable lower catacombs of paris where he might get laid (rest in peace, jace, you sweet dummy).

what was the last tv show you watched?

ozark. it’s essentially like… If breaking bad was blue-tinted instead of yellow-tinted. and not as great. julia garner is amaaazing in it, though. it’s worth it just for her, honestly.

what’s your favorite horror movie cliche?

i love when the gang’s been chilling for a while and then marty goes out to get more ice and gets his tongue pulled out through his nose or whatever and then a couple hours later laura’s like “hey, wasn’t marty gonna get more ice? where is he?” and jake’s like “oh, you know marty, probably just gettin’ up to his usual marty hijinks. frickin’ marty. we should forget about our friend and keep partying like everything’s normal.” and laura’s like “haha, you’re probably right, jake. i’m just being paranoid.”

if a murderer / monster / generally creepy dude were about to break into the room you’re currently in, what would you do with what you have?

i mean, in theory i’d throw the hardcover copy of it that’s beside me at his face to give me a second to get to the lighters and hairspray that are on my dresser and barbecue that motherfucker, but in reality i’d probably freeze up and die horribly. all my genre savvy is wasted on my bullshit bio response. siiiiigh.

if you’ve played until dawn before, who didyou most identify with?

unfortunately, i have not. however, i did watch all 10 hours of yms adam’s play through of it because, while i am not a gamer, i am both horror and choose your own adventure trash. i enjoyed it thoroughly. i didn’t connect with any of the characters too strongly, but if i had to pick one, maybe josh? (let’s not read into that too much.)

are you leaning towards a gender / sexuality / name for your character? what is it? we really want to know.

well, if you’re reading this you’re currently on the mock blog for my son, matty colt. he’s a straight (but not narrow ayyy) cis-male, and his archetype is the athlete. he’s got a good heart but he’s super susceptible to peer pressure, which leads to a lot of confusion about who he really is and what really matters to him. i’m planning to do a full character analysis of him at some point (i originally intended on him being your stereotypical alpha male to a tee, but then i was like ‘let’s dig a little deeper into that archetype and make him more real!’ and then he got… pretty sad tbh what have i done), but for now if you’d like to know more, there’s a tiny bit of (subject to change) info here. anyway, i’m so incredibly psyched about this game, so if anyone wants to chat or whatever hmu anytime. love y'all already.

[blatherkatt]

Title: The Calm Is Terrifying When The Storm Is All You Know  [Homestuck]

Prologue 3: Regarding Karkat Vantas

Summary: There were two kinds of trolls who went to Earth: rich shitheads with too much money and free time, and desperate assholes who couldn’t survive on Alternia, even with the best efforts of the young Condesce. Karkat hated the planet almost immediately, but with his home planet too dangerous for mutants, he really didn’t have any choice but to hide out on this weird little diurnal planet. At least he’d be safe. Or so he thought, right before blundering his way into an accidental friendship with the son of an anti-troll terrorist. 

Rating: M

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of Alternia-Typical violence and bigotry; Pesterlogs

FIRST | PREVIOUS | NEXT

Note: Dates and times used correlate to local date and time in Houston, Texas, for the sake of simplicity of the reader.

grimAuxilitrix@Trollian.net sent to carcinoGeneticist@Trollian.net 4 PM 11/23/14:

Hello Karkat

I Am Writing To Let You Know That I Am Fully Settled In And Things Are Going Well

Earth Is Actually Quite Nice If Very Different And Porrim Has Been A Wonderful Help In Getting Me Settled In

She Has Asked Me To Let You Know That If Things Get Too Heated Where You Are She Is Willing To Give You Shelter Here As Well

Okay I Confess That She Probably Said That Because I Expressed Concern For Your Well Being Seeing As I Keep Hearing Terrible Things

It Sounds As Though A Lot Of Highbloods Are Getting Very Agitated And Violent As A Result Of The Reforms Put In Place By The Empress And I Honestly Think You Might Be Safer Here

This Planet Is Strange As Are Its People And I Dont Really Understand Their Culture At All Yet But They Are Much Kinder Than Highbloods And Will Not Care About Your Unique Circumstances At All

It Might Be Perfect For You

I Know That It Is A Daunting Prospect But Please At Least Consider It

carcinoGeneticist@Trollian.net sent to grimAuxilitrix@Trollian.net 3 AM 11/25/14:

GOD DAMMIT KANAYA STOP TRYING TO GET ME TO MOVE TO EARTH WITH YOU. I CAN PROTECT MYSELF JUST FUCKING FINE, OKAY? IM NOT A HELPLESS FUCKING WRIGGLER, HERE. BESIDES, IVE GOT PLENTY OF PRACTICE KEEPING MYSELF HIDDEN, SO IT’S NOT LIKE ANY OF THOSE FUCKERS ARE GOING TO FIND ME, BUT EVEN IF THEY DO I CAN FIGHT THEM OFF JUST FINE. IM NOT GOING TO RUN AWAY LIKE A TERRIFIED BARKBEAST, TAIL FIRMLY BETWEEN MY FUCKING SHAME GLOBES.

…IM GLAD YOURE HAPPY THOUGH. THIS IS A PRETTY BIG BREAK FOR YOU. YOU DESERVE IT. (:B  

carcinoGeneticist@Trollian.net sent to grimAuxilitrix@Trollian.net 5 AM 01/27/15:

OKAY IM KIND OF FREAKING THE FUCK OUT HERE

THIS MIGHT BE THE LAST YOU HEAR FROM ME AND IM REALLY SORRY ABOUT THAT

BUT I THINK

I THINK A GROUP OF THOSE HEMOANON HUNTERS MUST HAVE GOTTEN TIPPED OFF THAT IM HERE

I KEEP SEEING THEM TRAIPSING AROUND THE FUCKING HIVEBLOCK LOOKING FOR SOMETHING

THEY CULLED SOME POOR RUSTBLOOD A FEW HIVES DOWN YESTERDAY ITS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE THEY FIND ME

THE LEADERS FUCKING HUGE I DONT STAND A CHANCE HERE

SO

GOODBYE I GUESS

grimAuxilitrix@Trollian.net sent to carcinoGeneticist@Trollian.net 2 PM 01/27/15:

Karkat You Are Not Going To Die Okay

We Will Get You Out Of There

Hold On I Am Having Sollux Open A Chat Room And We Can Talk About This In Closer To Real Time There

— twinArmageddons [TA] opened a group chat at 2:22 PM 01/27/15 —

— twinArmageddons [TA] invited grimAuxilitrix [GA] —

— twinArmageddons [TA] invited carcinoGeneticist [CG] —

— twinArmageddons [TA] invited gallowsCallibrator [GC] —

TA: alriight ju2t real quiick before everybody 2tart2 2houtiing off rapiid fiire liike ii know you all fuckiing love two, plea2e keep iin miind KK ii2 liiterally liightyear2 away and iit ii2 goiing two take a few miinute2 for hii2 me22age2 two reach u2 and vice ver2a.

TA: 2o let2 all at lea2t try two pretend we arent a bunch of iimpatiient fuckiing bulge fondler2 okay?

GC: 1 M4K3 NO PROM1S3S >:]

CG: OH YEAH SURE LETS ALL JUST BE TOTALLY FUCKING PATIENT ITS NOT LIKE IM GOING TO FUCKING DIE ANY MINUTE HERE OR ANYTHING

CG: NO OMINOUS DANGER LURKING IN THE SHADOWS OR ANYTHING NOPE

CG: JUST ME AND MY NEW FUCKING BEST FRIENDS WHO ALL WANT ME DEAD

TA: KK calm the fuck down were tryiing two help you here.

GA: Karkat We Can Get You Out Of There I Promise

CG: GET ME TO WHERE EXACTLY? EARTH?

CG: OH YEAH SURE LETS JUST GO TO THE FUCKING ALIEN PLANET

CG: EVEN IF I HAD ANY INTENTION OF GOING THERE HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO PULL THAT OFF?

CG: IF I SHOW UP AT THAT SPACE PORT THEYRE GOING TO FIGURE ME OUT IMMEDIATELY AND SOMEONES GOING TO CULL ME IN A FUCKING LOAD GAPER STALL

TA: dont fuckiing iin2ult me KK, god, why do you thiink iim here?

TA: KN may not know what 2he2 doiing, but TZ can open a fuckiing chat room.  

GA: Hey

TA: 2o iit2 not liike iim ju2t here to get u2 all talkiing.

TA: iim forgiing you 2ome documentatiion a2 we 2peak, a2 far a2 everyone at the 2paceport wiill know you are ju2t another de2perate ru2tblood a22hole lookiing for a break.

CG: OH.

GC: 4ND 1 4M PR3P4R3D TO H3LP YOU OUT W1TH TH3 P4P3RWORK ON TH3 34RTH S1DE OF TH1NGS ONC3 YOU G3T H3R3 >:]

GA: As For Where You Will Go Once Here Porrims Offer Still Stands

GA: You Will Have A Place To Stay If You Are Okay With Doing Some Rather Simple Work

CG: OH GOD. WHAT AM I DOING, MODELING DRESSES?

CG: FANTASTIC. ILL JUST LEAVE HOME AND BE A FUCKING FASHION MODEL. LIVING THE DREAM HERE ARENT I!

CG: ON SECOND THOUGHT IM JUST GOING TO LET THE FUCKING HUNTERS CULL ME.

GA: No

GA: Its Just A Desk Job Karkat

GA: Mostly It Will Involve Sitting Around And Very Occasionally Handling The Money

GA: She Wants You To Work The Cash Register It Is A Very Simple Job

CG: THE WHAT?

GA: I Will Show You When You Get Here

CG: I DONT RECALL EVER FUCKING AGREEING TO THIS CRAZY SCHEME. I STILL HAVE NO FUCKING INTENTION OF GOING TO EARTH LIKE A COWARD.

TA: fiine diie then.

GC: HON3STLY K4RK4T

GC: YOU 4R3 B31NG A HUG3 WR1GGL3R 4BOUT TH1S

GC: DO YOU R34LLY H4V3 4NY B3TT3R 1D34S H3R3? 34RTH 1S YOUR B3ST B3T R1GHT NOW.

GC: 1TS W4Y L3SS HOST1L3 TOW4RD TROLLS 1N YOUR S1TU4T1ON, MOSTLY B3C4US3 HUM4NS DONT R34LLY G3T TH3 H3MOSP3CTRUM TO B3G1N W1TH.

GC: 1TS NOT A TH1NG FOR TH3M 4T 4LL.

GC: 4ND YOUV3 GOT FR13NDS H3R3 WHO C4N H3LP YOU, 4S 1N, YOU KNOW, TH3 ON3S YOU 4R3 T4LK1NG TO R1GHT NOW???

GC: WH3R34S ON 4LT3RN14 YOU 4R3 ON YOUR OWN.

CG: FUCK.

CG: I DONT REALLY HAVE A CHOICE, DO I?

GC: NOP3

GA: Not Really

TA: no.

CG: GOD DAMMIT.

CG: ALRIGHT, JUST.

CG: TELL ME WHAT I NEED TO DO.

GA: You Will Want To Pack Everything You Want To Take With You

GA: Things Like Clothing And So On You Can Easily Replace Once You Get Here So I Wouldnt Worry About That As Much But Make Sure You Bring Everything You Really Cant Replace

GC: K33P 1T TO TWO B4GS THOUGH

GC: 1T SUCKS BUT TH4TS 4LL W3 COULD 4FFORD

CG: YOU HAVE TO PAY FOR BAGS??

CG: WAIT. YOU GUYS ARE PAYING FOR THIS?

GA: Do Not Try To Argue With Us On This Please Karkat We Have Been Preparing For This For A While

CG: OH SO YOU FUCKERS WERE ALL JUST WAITING FOR ME TO BOARD THE COWARD TRAIN, WERE YOU?

CG: GO ON. WHO WON THE FUCKING BET? WHICH ONE OF YOU GUYS MADE BIG BUCKS OFF MY FINAL ADMISSION OF DEFEAT?

GA: No One Was Taking Bets We Just Wanted To Be Prepared Just In Case

TA: ii totally wanted two bet on how long iit would be but KN had two be a fuckiing buzzkiill.

GA: Sollux Can We Not Do This Now

GC: UUUUUGH

GC: K4RK4T STOP WH4T3V3R HUG3 R4NT YOU JUST ST4RT3D TYP1NG 4ND L3T US F1N1SH 3XPL41N1NG SH1T TO YOU SO W3 C4N M4K3 SUR3 YOU DONT D13

GC: 1 ST1LL H4V3 SOM3 FR13NDS PL4N3TS1D3

GC: 1M T4LK1NG TO VR1SK4 NOW

CG: PLEASE TELL ME THIS ENTIRE PLAN DOESNT HINGE ON VRISKA.

GC: SH3 H4S PROM1S3D TO B3H4V3

GC: 4ND 1F SH3 DO3S NOT, T3LL M3 WH3N YOU G3T TO 34RTH 4ND 1 W1LL D34L W1TH H3R

GC: 4NYW4Y SH3 W1LL B3 OUTS1D3 YOUR H1VE 1N TWO HOURS TO P1CK YOU UP 4ND G1V3 YOU SOLLUX’S 1LLEG4L DOCUM3NT4T1ON

GC: SH3 W1LL DROP YOU OFF A D1SCR33T D1ST4NC3 FROM TH3 SP4C3PORT SO 4S TO 4VO1D SUSP1C1ON

GC: TH3 WORK3RS 4T TH3 PORT W1LL PO1NT YOU TO TH3 SH1P YOU N33D TO BO4RD

GC: ONC3 YOUR3 ON TH3 SH1P YOU 4R3 PR3TTY MUCH HOM3 FR33

GA: I Will Be Waiting For You In Houston

GA: It Will Take A Few Days For You To Get Here Of Course But I Will Meet You When You Arrive

GC: 4ND L1K3 1 S41D 1 W1LL H3LP YOU D34L W1TH TH3 HUM4NS P4P3RWORK

GC: 1 H4D TO D34L W1TH 1T ON MY OWN 4ND TH3N H3LP BOTH K4N4Y4 4ND SOLLUX F1GUR3 TH31RS OUT

GC: SO B3TW33N 4LL TH4T 4ND MY LIN3 OF WORK 1 4M PR3TTY MUCH 4N 3XP3RT >:]

CG: WHAT THE FUCK IS HOUSTON.

GA: Oh

GA: Houston Is The City Where The Spaceship Lands

GA: And Also Where Porrims Shop Is And Therefore Where You Will Be Living

GA: At Least Until You Are Adjusted Enough To Earth To Decide If You Want To Do Something Else I Suppose

GC: Y34H HUM4NS PUT 4 PR3TTY B1G D34L ON N4M1NG PL4C3S

GC: YOU G3T US3D TO 1T PR3TTY QU1CKLY

CG: OKAY.

CG: OKAY I THINK I CAN DO THIS.

CG: IM GONNA START PACKING.

GA: See You In A Few Days

GC: GOOD LUCK >:]

TA: later KK.

—twinArmageddons [TA] closed the chat room —