Day 66: Game Room (Fourth Shift)

[knightspirit]

The game room, huh... In normal, everyday life, it wouldn't have sounded too terrible, but as things were, it seemed like more of an annoyance. Games were fine, but priorities.... On the other hand, Kyousuke seemed to have hit a block in figuring out the clues to the the illness, and just thinking without getting anywhere wasn't very productive, either. At this point, it may have been best to push it aside and come back to it fresh. He had his reservations about it, especially since the end of the day was rapidly approaching, but... Frustration wasn't going to get him any closer.

He poked around what games were there with resignation, still half wondering what he was even doing and trying not feel guilty for needing a break. After a while he came across an electronic device marked "Game Boy Color" and picked it up out of curiosity. He'd heard of those before... If he was right, this thing was older than he was, by quite a bit. Flicking it on confirmed his suspicions; the sound and graphics from it spoke for themselves.

Shrugging, he took it a random seat, wincing at the pain in his ribs as he sat down. He guessed it wouldn't kill him to mess around with this thing for a little while.

[Lloyd!]

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[thisisyourgod]

This guy didn't just drip sarcasm, he leaked it like someone had taken a mallet to the pipe and knocked open a hole that was now spewing sarcasm over the entire room. Hell, if Karkat opened his mouth to speak right now, some of that sarcasm would probably have leaked over into his reply as well.

"Oh my god, I've always wanted to have shit in common with some other patronizing non-human asshole." Yep, there it went. "No seriously, good job on connecting the most obvious dots in the history of that whole ancient game for wigglers. I would applaud you if I gave a fuck."

The screen on the gameboy was flashing 'GAME OVER' and he wasn't even sure how that had happened while he's been distracted. He tossed the item to the side without even bothering to turn it off.

"No, I'm not human. I wouldn't be surprised if no one here was actually human, with the way things have been going."

[longlivetheking]

That was some language the insolent little brat happened to be sprouting. Oh, the boy had no idea! The words were more amusing than actually insulting, and it wasn't like the brat was behaving any better.

"Says the one who failed to catch onto my earlier implications," Scar remarked simply, his lips forming a smug grin as he watched the brat toss the object aside. The bleeping sound still continued where it landed, and the former lion couldn't help but to find it annoying.

"As far as I know, there are actually plenty who are born looking so ridiculous," he answered, "So, pray tell, what were you before finding yourself here?"

[thisisyourgod]

"A troll." It was said matter-of-factly and with a bit of a scowl. "And no, I don't feel like going into detail on what that is. I'm missing some important physical traits is all." Such as his horns. Nubby as they were, they were still better than nothing - no matter how much anyone else might joke otherwise.

"How many sentient species would even be out there for them to pull from?" Hell, this guy could have been from his own planet, for all he knew. Or the medium. The carapaces were rarely this irritating, though. (Of course, he'd made friends with Jack Noir, so perhaps his wasn't the best opinion on the matter.)

[longlivetheking]

A...troll? Scar did not have the slightest idea what that was, but it would seem the insolent brat did not want to elaborate. Well, it was not like he cared that much. "I see," he responded simply.

Toying and sarcasm aside, the amount of sentient species was a subject the former lion had also given some thought, but he realized there would never be an answer to that question. "Who knows," he remarked, "Whenever you think you've heard it all a new one pops up."

[thisisyourgod]

That no one seemed to recognize what a troll was bothered Karkat on many levels. Most importantly, it meant that the chances of one of his friends being here (or even having been here in the past) were greatly lowered. Though if they'd arrived at the same time he had, it was possible that word simply hadn't gone around.

But he knew they would have responded to his bulletin, or he would have seen them in the halls. They could probably recognize him even like this.

"You haven't talked to any others? That's about what I thought."