echidna | ❄ sixth reminder

❄ sixth reminder

[ morning ; 1338 benny road ]

[ Jade can't help but feel something is wrong this morning when she wakes up. She feels like she's missed something, almost like she's been asleep for a long time. She stumbles out of bed, feeling a little fuzzy, noticing the changes to her room. The window's been repaired, there's a backpack that she didn't have before with half finished homework on the desk. She doesn't really start to feel concerned until she looks at the calendar on her wall, which has been flipped over to October.

That can't be right.

She grabs it from the wall, bursts out into the hallway still in her nightgown and clutching it to her chest. ]

Karkat? Gamzee?

[ phone ]

Hi Mayfield! Long time no talk! Or maybe we did talk, but it wasn't me me, it was creepy drone me. I'm not really sure what happened, I can't remember anything since, hmmm, a couple weeks ago, I think, after the zombies. I don't remember going home, or being here, nothing! It's kind of scary, but I'm glad that I was a normal creepy drone and not a murderous creepy drone. I really hope that doesn't happen to me again. Have you ever had something like that happen to you? Not even just droning but, I don't know, something reeeeally creepy where you almost... don't exist. It's kind of scary.

Oh, and apparently I'm a girl scout now, hehe.

[ afternoon ; your front door ]

[ There is some pretty persistent knocking at your front door right now. If and when you get around to answering it, you will find Jade on your doorstep, wagon stacked high with boxes of cookies behind her. She is looking particularly adorable right now, all dressed up in a girl scout's uniform. ]

Hi!! Do you like cookies?

[ phone; fail filter to eridan ]

Eridan? Hi, um... how are you?

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Don't give me that.

Look, I don't need it to be an actual thing. I just don't want to let him down again, and if he ever knows he needs me, then it means I probably did. So there's that.

I don't think that's true.

Oh, Harley doesn't think it's true. Everything I believe must be wrong.

Wow Karkat, I can tell you are using sarcasm to show you are taking me very seriously right now!

Fuck you.

I'm terrible at this. I cause enough damage on my own, I have no idea how I'm supposed to go around stopping anyone else from ruining everything when that's basically all I do.

You are not terrible at this! Okay, sure that thing with Terezi was kind of, well... you know, but that worked out okay right? And I know you are sort of the troll leader but that doesn't mean you have to be in charge of stopping things from being ruined.

I'm not sort of the troll leader, I am the troll leader. What the fuck is my job if it isn't to make everything turn out all right?

You don't understand at all.

I think there is something you don't understand, and that is the fact that even if you are the leader it doesn't mean you are suddenly in control of the whole world and everything that happens. A leader is supposed to guide people but you can't actually force them to do anything, so when someone does something stupid that doesn't suddenly make it your fault!

There's more to it than that. This isn't just some whim I had when I woke up one night to try to corral a bunch of demented hoofbeasts. This is literally the entire reason I exist, so yes, I should be in control of everything that happens, but I am just not good enough.

You are perfectly good enough. We are all your friends, and everyone likes you and thinks you are a good leader. The only one who doesn't think so is you, and that's really stupid.

You have no idea what you're talking about. If I told you everything you'd agree with me.

Then tell me, and we'll see if you're right.

Edited 2011-10-03 02:13 (UTC)

[He's quiet and looks conflicted briefly.]

I can't.

I've never told anyone. And you know, I can see that maybe you won't think any less of me, humans are fucking strange, but I can't stand to think that you would.

Trolls are even stranger. [ Her voice is gentle, almost soothing, and she steps forward to wrap him in a hug again. ] I'm not going to make you tell me, but I really wouldn't think less of you, no matter what.

[He hadn't realized he needed this, but he does, and he is quicker to return the embrace than he usually would be. It's hard to care about his pride when he's actually voluntarily talking about this with her, even if it's in a vague way.]

Yeah.

Maybe I just don't want to be told it's okay I failed. Am I completely shitfucked in the pan or what?

If I told anyone it would be you.

You might be, just a little. [ She laughs softly, embracing him as tightly as she can manage. ] But that's okay, and messing up or making mistakes is okay, and talking about it is also okay.

Okay.

We can talk, maybe. No promises.

You probably don't want to hear this shit now, though, do you? You just got back and I already have you awash in waves of my own pointless melodrama.

Sounds good!

I wouldn't mind listening to it right now, but I also am very hungry.

Yeah. Sorry.

We can go get some breakfast or something, then.

Yay! [ and she gives one last squeeze before letting him go, grabbing his hand and leading the way to the kitchen. ] I am really happy to be back, even if this place is horrible half the time.

Yeah, sure.

[He seems pretty distracted and not completely paying attention to her, but he'll follow her to the kitchen.]

[ Jade notices this, but isn't entirely sure what to do about it. She sort of wants to talk about things now, feels a little worked up by it, but doesn't want to push him more than she already has. Breakfast proves to be a suitable distraction for her, because as soon as she sees it, smells it, she feels like she hasn't eaten in weeks. She settles herself down and digs in, but once she's slowed in stuffing her face she can't help but feel like the silence is a little awkward. ]

[The problem is he's made up his mind to try and talk about it, but he can't stop thinking about it now that he has. It scares him a little and he's not sure what he agreed to so he just sort of absently sits and eats handfuls of cornflakes without milk. He does want to talk now, but he probably needs a little pushing if it's going to happen.]

[ She watches him from across the table, swinging her legs and rolling her fork between her fingers. She props her chin up in her hand, setting the fork down to drum her fingers against the table instead. And she'll just go ahead and blurt out; ]

I think maybe we should talk right now!

Not in the kitchen. Fucking nosy as always.

[It's not a no, but he'll let her finish her breakfast.]

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