One Outfit

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Around 8 in the morning, an unfamiliar gray figure appears on the network. Or rather, at first, gray fingers, fumbling delicately with the device. Soon enough these are pulled away to reveal their owner's gray face at a fairly good camera angle

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[gewehrundblut]

"Holy shit you have horns! Can you kill someone with those? Or what about with the fangs? Do you have claws? Man, it's about time we got someone useful here. I mean, no offense some of our more recent additions, but a little kid and an ordinary teenage girl with a delinquent streak? Thaaaat's not much help." Prussia rolls his eyes, before focusing back on the communicator as he responds. "Anyways. We're actually in the middle of a bit of a situation here, so excellent timing with your arrival, Fräulein Maryam. I'm Gilbert Beilschmidt, and usually I look way more awesome than this."

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She waits a moment to compose her thoughts before responding. Well, this certainly worked better than expected. But she also hasn't actually gone through the song and dance of answering those exact questions before.

"I've certainly never tried to use my own horns that way," she says first, pressing her palm against the peak of her right horn to demonstrate that it isn't sharp enough to draw blood without actually trying. "Nor my claws since those would get in the way of practical use of the hands." Like sewing. She has priorities. "I typically fight with my lipstick but since it's been taken away that's not an option." Note how she skips the question of the fangs.

"If you'd tell me more about the 'situation' I'd better know how my other skills could be of use." Hey, maybe there's mediation to be done or something.

[gewehrundblut]

"Damn, damn, and how the fuck do you fight with lipstick? Actually, if that's a weapon, you should have it right now, 'cause we got our weapons back. Might have to go looking for it, though." He flops back onto his bed, the background changing from plain white wall to plain white pillow on plain white sheets.

"Right now we've had a space ship -a space ship! Can you fucking belie- oh, wait, you're an alien. You probably can.- crash into this lovely... uh... other space ship we call an asylum. And it had 'terrorists' inside it." He shifts to hold the communicator with one hand while making finger quotes with the other. "And now we've got the government on our arses, 'cause they want the terrorists, but they've captured two of us patients." He scowls deeply, the look on his face saying that he'll make them pay dearly.

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"Well, strictly speaking the lipstick mode isn't the one with which--" Whatever she would have said next is cut off by a brief gasp and the communicator's display flipping entirely turnways. It's left like that for a while, facing the ceiling and doing an atrocious job of actually capturing the drama behind of keys and gray cards and black chains and green cards and lipstick being cradled like a first-born child. About thirty seconds later Kanaya gets the camera set up again (with a fresh coat of black lipstick on because hell yes, her lips feel almost naked without the stuff) and reports: "You were right, it was essentially here, it's part chainsaw." Because all three of these are things to be said matter-of-factly. Obviously. Not one of them is unlike the others.

[rea_norton]

Andrea flicks on her own coommunicator - though she does, of course, look like the Medic. She's (He's?) stood in a corridor - but a new person doesn't arrive every day. And she can't help but feel suspicious. Could this possibly be one of the army men under cover?

"You're a troll? Like, a real troll? Not a costume?"

Okay, so subtlety isn't her strongest point.

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She stares at the Medic's face disapprovingly. "Yes, I am. I thought humans were better at distingishing makeup and obvious living tings. Well. I suppose you need better proof." She opens her mouth and digs one of her fangs into the index finger of her right hand; it draws bright green blood, which she allows to show for a few moments before sucking it away. "There. Is that satisfactory?"

[rea_norton]

Medic's mouth drops open. "Your...your blood's GREEN! Oh my god! You ARE a troll! I didn't even know there were such things. That is so cool!"
For a moment, she's gonna forget all about wall-bashing, and stare open-mouthed at the newcomer. "And you have fangs?"

[tendtoenunciate]

Kanaya's eyebrows are definitely rising now; Andrea's speech certainly doesn't fit with her model of adult human males' behavior.

"That's because we don't exist in your universe. And yes, these are fangs." A beat before she adds: "I wasn't aware humans didn't have the social concept of self-introduction."

[charinjo7]

[A troll? Have a red-eyed albino staring at you as he's momentarily distracted from the more sinister happenings going on around them]

''I'm Gokudera. Never heard of Sgrub or whatever, but I'm not much into games. It sounds like you've interacted with humans before..? What world or planet are you from?''

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[She looks a bit surprised by the red eyes. They remind her of someone she knows, oddly enough. In a sense. A tiny comfort.]

Alternia is our planet, in our universe. In playing Sgrub we created the human universe, but due to a complex and paradoxical failure, we weren't able to rule it as gods as we should have. So we were attempting to troll the humans, but I only had a short time to learn about them before, well, ending up here.

[charinjo7]

[Her specie created an entire universe by simply playing a game? Well, he was willing to believe the craziest of stories after staying in Carriero for this long]

''That must suck. Do you hate humans then?'' The alien that had appeared for a brief time after the period with earthquakes had despised humans too, but this one seemed much more open to questions at least. ''What do you mean by trolling?''

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[Really the game is more the externalized thing that happened to come through them... the entire story is a long one, complicated, and features several stable time loops. She doesn't understand all of it herself. It spans multiple universes, after all.]

Our leader does hate them, but in all bluntness Karkat hates everything. [She refers to him with a very faint hint of the reverence that Gokudera uses when he talks about the Tenth.] He's the one who exhorted us to troll them -- antagonize them, that is. Show them the full extent of our species' wrath. Hence how the verb is named after our species.

[furgotten]

Canada remembers to turn on his communicator to respond, but not to actually respond right away. As a result, there's what seems to be a human child staring at Kanaya for a very long moment, before he blinks a few times, and shakes his head.

"I'm sorry, but you don't look like the trolls I know."

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...she just has to wonder what other trolls this kid knows. That is probably a very interesting story. She speaks gently but with a fair degree of skepticism because the last she heard there certainly weren't trolls on earth. "That's probably because I'm an alien. So if you knew any trolls on earth, by definition they wouldn't be the same as Alternian trolls."

[furgotten]

"... I see." He's not quite sure what an alien, or an Alternian is, but she seems to know what's she's talking about. And it makes sense. Fish is different different places, too. "Oh, and hello. I'm sorry you're here now, too. Please don't die."

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...well, that's sure the opposite of foreboding. "I'll do my best not to." ...how old is this kid, two?

[wwrathofangels]

What was that Kanaya? You thought you might get a respite from your fellow trolls, particularly the whingier members of said race?

Haa Haa. Hee Hee. Hoo Hoo.

...Nope.

When the feed comes on it's pretty obvious Eridan is hiding under his cape. "Kan! Thank cod! WWhere the fuck is this place an' wwhy are wwe here an' wwhat's wwith all the humans? An' wwhy is it so glubbin' bright?!" The harsh, bright lighting against stark white walls and floor are not kind to his sensitive eyes.

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Her eyes widen with a combination of astonishment, concern, and disappointment. Astonishment: Eridan's here! Concern: Eridan is here... Disappointment: Eridan is here, and in all likelihood nobody she knows but Eridan, or at least nobody else more competent. Without thinking she clutches the communicator a little closer in her general emotion.

Alright. Time to play auspistice between him and the white wasteland world as best she can.

"As far as I can tell we've been kidnapped by an entity rivaling Skaianet in power at the least. I'd suspect Doc Scratch, though it seems to be the humans' universe, possibly another timeline. But it is a facade of medicinjury so I don't think the theory can be ruled out. Several third parties have come in to terrorize the other kidnapping victims, it's very complex and I don't think even the humans understand. As for the white, humans put into their decoration virtually everywhere we would have black. They're diurnal, remember."

[wwrathofangels]

Meanwhile, his reaction had gone between astonishment, concern, and relief that it was a troll he actually liked and would talk to him nicely. "WWhy do they hawe to make eweryfin so bright, though?" He pouts slightly before regaining his composure, resuming his usual sulkish glare while burrowing a bit more under his cloak. "The sun's bright enough wwithout them addin' to it or usin' ridiculously bright lights." Still, despite his complaints, the auspisticising is very much appreciated, even if he won't express that.

"So, wwhat are wwe goin' to do about any a this? I'we got my wwand an' my rifle, so wwe should probably jus' fuckin' abscond from this place."

[tendtoenunciate]

"They find light pleasant for some reason..." She shakes her head - any more conjecture on this topic is going to be pointless considering she's working purely from conjecture, most of it derived from Rose and not the humans here at that. Besides-- Right! There's some very important reason they can't just up and leave. Of course. "One of them said this facility was within a spaceship, and also there are at least two third parties with rifles. And we have no idea where this universe is relative to our own, or even timeline."