and it's hard to dance with a devil on your back

[here's Vriska sitting in some corner somewhere, surrounded by pencil drawings she's been doing to pass the time-- most are of herself dressed up as a pirate, but there are some of randoms sigels that she copied from the ones painted on the walls of the basement (she has no idea of their significance, but she thinks they look cool), and a couple abstract-y ones that look a bit like lightning bolts]

So check it out-- I was going to write up a whole guide for you guys! That's right: What To Do When Your Planet Is Being Destroyed By Fire And Shit Raining Down From The Sky, by Vriska Serket. I think I wrote up about half of it after I found out that the Animus were serious about trying to kill all of us, but that was before it turned out that they were actually incredibly bad at it!

So anyway, change of plans. No more guide, but I'm still going to be incredibly magnanimous and offer up all the advice. Sure, maybe the fix we used to escape the meteors back on Alternia isn't really something that can apply here, but I'm still a huuuuuuuuge expert on surviving situations that go shithive maggots. Or just surviving in general.

Just try not to pile on too many questions at one time-- I'm sure you're all dying to hear my suggestions, but I ain't got all day! In addition to making some decorations for whenever I get back to my hive, I have a pretty sweet magic pot to cary stuff in, so I've actually been extremely busy collecting supplies! I've been doing water runs. Through the fire outside. And I haven't been seriously injured even once.

Yeah!

Hey, asshole! I need to talk to you.

[OOC: This post is audio because I figure not everyone wants her courier crap showing up on their flist, but anyone that's told me here that they don't mind her typing quirk will be getting her hiding behind text. If you reply to this and don't mind text responses, please let me know via that link! ♥]

No shitty, fake dreams today! I guess all you night-sleepers are going to be off the hook, too. And even better, after it got dark I went looking for more supplies, and I'm coming back with aaaaaaaall the loot!

[all the loot, in this case, appears to be a very large tub-like container filled with green slime that she's pushing in front of her, and... a big plastic bag overflowing with about fifty Magic 8-Balls that she's dragging behind her]

Look at all these oracles! I found a couple lying around, and so I spent a few hours digging around for more and came up with the rest. Getting this stuff back without being able to captchalogue it is going to suck, but it's worth it. Isn't it?

[Vriska reaches into the bag and pulls out one of the 8-Balls, shaking it and then peering at the answer window]

... "Signs point to no". Well, fuck you too, then!

[and she smashes it on the ground and continues on her way]

Juuuuuuuulieeeeeeeet.

Are you there?

[OOC: This post is audio because I figure not everyone wants her courier crap showing up on their flist, but anyone that's told me here that they don't mind her typing quirk will be getting her hiding behind text. If you reply to this and don't mind text responses, please let me know via that link! ♥]

Hey, city! If you have horns, grey skin, and don't remember aaaaaaaanything about where you come from, talk to me. I'm from your world, and since I do remember things, I can help you out and give you all kinds of important information!

[big toothy smirky grin 8)]

[OOC: This post is audio because I figure not everyone wants her courier crap showing up on their flist, but anyone that's told me here that they don't mind her typing quirk will be getting her hiding behind text. If you reply to this and don't mind text responses, please let me know via that link! ♥]

Man, this place is just turning into Troll City lately! What with weirdo future Karkat having been stuck here for perigees, meeeeeeee coming in just before that whole place flooded, and our poor, misguided, confused, obviously brain-damaged Tavros showing up just a few days ago.

Okay, so maybe three isn't really a lot, but it's one fourth of our entire species these days so shut up.

Aaaaaaaanyway, you all should probably ignore those losers. No, you definitely should! Especially if they type in brown and don't make much sense and talk shit about me. They don't know anything about anything.

But enough about them! What the fuck is going on with everyone else? You all are acting like total idiots and while it's actually pretty hilarious to watch, I don't really get it, haha. Explain!

[OOC: This post is audio because I figure not everyone wants her courier crap showing up on their flist, but anyone that's told me here that they don't mind her typing quirk will be getting her hiding behind text. If you reply to this and don't mind text responses, please let me know via that link! ♥]

[Vriska shows up on the video screen looking almost like her normal self-- horns, grey skin, ripped and ratty clothing, robot arm and eyepatch...]

[... oh yeah, and then there's the fact that she's completely submerged underwater and has sprouted gills to accommodate that]

Wow, okay, apparently soooooooomebody didn't get the news that I'm not actually a seadweller!

[she tugs on one of her new appendages with a grimace]

This shit had better not last too long! I mean, I guess it's no reeeeeeeeal inconvenience-- as a fully-leveled petticoat seagrift, I naturally spend so much time out at sea, you have no idea. I'm pretty much the best swimmer there is! I'd just rather be on the water instead of in it.




This would be so much better if I had a ship.

[OOC: This post is video because I figure not everyone wants her courier crap showing up on their flist, but anyone that's told me here that they don't mind her typing quirk will be getting her hiding behind text. If you reply to this and don't mind text responses, please let me know via that link! ♥]