MOSTLY OPEN [action & network]

[hypertoxic]

WHO: Vriska Serket and YOU, plus some closed prompts.
WHERE: All over, really.
WHEN: May 2nd for the prompts in the body of the post, but I'll probably also put up closed headers for the rest of May and use this as a catch-all log as well.
WHAT: Vriska's been a statue for a month. She's going to wake up confused and deeply unhappy. Please hit me up at heartfuls for plotting if you'd like to plan a specific thread, i am 100% open to anything!!
WARNINGS: A foul mouth and an upset teenage disaster with god powers. Anything can happen if you just believe??


[ CLOSED to Minato ]

[ She wakes up.

... first of all. She wakes up, when she doesn't need to sleep and doesn't remember trying to go to sleep. With no real clear idea of why or how or what the fuck, she just kind of abruptly comes back to herself while standing on her feet.

She is so baffled by this state of affairs that it takes her a second to notice the ... rest. The rest, which is: 1) like two blankets wrapped around her, 2) a sign hanging off her neck??, and 3) her hair feels DISGUSTING, why IS that.

Never once in her life and death has Vriska been okay with losing control. And the dawning realization that some Really Weird Shit Must Have Happened without her even knowing does not exactly make her happy. Her expression undergoes an amazing transformation from blank confusion to apoplectic rage in record time. ]

.... Minato? MINATO? [ shrill. very shrill. and loud. she at least recognizes that she's outside their hive when she looks up and boy he better have some kinda answers. ]


[ OPEN to all ]

[ The answers are not satisfying, regardless of what they actually are.

Whenever her talk with Minato ends she'll end up going towards the center of town because it's the best place she can think of to yell at the largest possible number of people all at once. ]

WHAT the FUCK is WRONG with this FUCKING TOWN? I HATE THIS FUCKING TOWN! WHAT THE FUCK!

[ YOU. yes you. god, why did you walk past her range of vision, that was a mistake. ]

EXPLAIN.

[ ... explain what. she doesn't specify, instead just pointing furiously at your face, so, like, take that as you will? ]


[ NETWORK open to all, #005682 ]

I HATE THIS ST8PID AWFUL TRASH HEAP PI8CE OF SHIT 8ULLSHIT TOWN!!!!!!!!
There is 8IRD SHIT in my H8IR and I swear to god I am going to FUCKING KILL whoever 8rought us here!!!!
DXXXX UGH!!!!!!!!

[ did you think she was done yelling. because no. she's not done.

vriska serket is never done yelling. ]

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[hypertoxic]

[ Vriska shuts her eyes, and the tears flow down her face. this time she isn't hiding them, can't hide them. because all at once the poorly held-in fury she's been trying to keep from unleashing at him, not the target it's meant for, bubbles over, and words explode out of her. ]

You will! You will, because they all do! And that's really fucked up of me to say because no one knows better than me that I drove them all off, over and over again, but-- fuck, why don't you get it? I'm bad news. And I'm not saying that to -- to sound like some badass, Minato, I really fucking mean it! You don't manage to drive off someone like J--

[ jjjjjoh fuck.

vriska abruptly stops talking, tugging at her hair again. not as hard, but hard enough that the repeated motion probably has to hurt, right? ]

This was a mistake. Big idiot Vriska, fucking up again making you feel like--

[ ... ]

If I told you to leave me alone, would you?

[messianic]

... No, I wouldn't.

[Minato says that quietly, but firmly, reaching out to carefully, gently try to rest his hands over her hands--not to try to pull them from her hair, but to try to encourage her to at least stop tugging quite so hard.]

I'm sorry if that's troublesome for you, but... I don't want to leave you alone, Vriska-chan.

[So he won't. He's staying right here by her side, just like he said he would.]

It's okay if you don't trust me yet, or don't believe me that I won't leave. I'll just have to prove it to you, until you can believe me.

[He has the time and the effort to do that now--and he will.]

[hypertoxic]

[ Her hands ball into fists beneath his, but ... she does stop tugging.

In the end she just stares furiously at the floor, hiccuping as she tries to get control over her breathing again. ]

I don't, [ she says, short and sharp. ] Trust you. I barely know you and you're probably just -- just some soft-hearted loser, so-- so--

[ ... hiccup. wretchedly: ]

So you better prove me wrong or I'm going to be really pissed!

[messianic]

[Oh Vriska... yeah. That seals the deal. She absolutely, definitely needs someone to stay by her side, to keep her from being lonely...

If he can at all do good now that he has some time again, he has to do what he can, doesn't he?

So quietly, but firmly:]

I will.

I'll prove you wrong, so that you have reason to trust me someday. Just wait and see.

[hypertoxic]

[ hiccough. she rubs at her face, the height of awkward uncertainty. croakily: ]

Sure, whatever! God. What is it with all the cute boys in this town that don't seem to be fazed at all by suspicious broads with dangerous pasts?

[ reaches up and

pushes on

his face

because that's a sane and rational way to defuse the awkward tension! ]

Go be cute at someone else, you're grossing me out.

[ You've become friends with Vriska!

Vriska will now die for you. ]

[messianic]

[VRISKA NO.

But also, wow.

He's shoved back by that hand on his face, at least a little, blinking--and then he just shrugs, tucking his hands back into his pockets.]

... Yeah, okay. I'll see you back home anyway, later.

[So it's fine? It's fine.

Vriska can't escape him.]

[hypertoxic]

[ a pause.




... and then: ]

Wait. I need someone to tell me what the fuck I missed.

[ she's so tired ]

[messianic]

[............ oh my god Vriska.

He just reaches out, and tugs at her sleeve idly.]

Come on. I'll tell you everything, but let's go back to the house for a bit. [It's not like there's any great rush on getting anywhere in this place...]

Is there anything in particular you like to eat? Some of the food has color and flavor now, so it's a lot easier to eat.

[He'll cook!]

[hypertoxic]

[ she makes a disgusting sound like snork and lets him lead her inside. ]

No. I don't actually need to eat so you don't need to waste anything on me.

[messianic]

[Wow. Minato snorts softly in return.]

You don't need to eat...? Does that mean you can't eat at all, or...?

[That she just doesn't have to? The distinction is important--though for now he's just leading them both towards the few seats they have in their home that are actually fixed up and not going to break. Furniture!!]

[hypertoxic]

[ dON'T MAKE FUN OF HER SHE'S CONGESTED FROM CRYING :(

why can ghosts get congested? no one knows. ]

I can, but I don't need to. It's part of the fun of being a ghost, you see.

[ drawled, at least a little, but her mood is improving, bit by bit. she will throw herself into one of the seats and curl up in the tiniest possible ball she can contort her body into. ]

[messianic]

[Vriska... She can, but she doesn't need to, but...]

Are there certain kinds of food that you like?

[That's what he's getting at here. Sometimes, having a nice meal can be a good mood booster too.]

[hypertoxic]

[ stares at him, for a moment.

something about the shape of her expression changes. she doesn't smile or anything, but the lines of her face soften, a little. ]

Sure, but I don't think it's anything we have here. Trolls have pretty different diets from humans. Seriously, I'm okay.

[messianic]

[...Well, for now he'll take that; this isn't an interrogation session, after all. Instead, all he offers up is:]

I'll ask you about it later, then.

[He's!! Determined!! To feed her!!

Though for now, as promised:]

Let's see... it's been about a month, so... I guess you missed our shadows trying to eat us.

[hypertoxic]

I missed-- what.

[ minato. ]

[messianic]

Our shadows?

[Yeah, just...roll with it. He gestures to his shadow, being an innocent shadow on the ground.]

They were playing tricks on us to try to stress us out or hurt us. If they succeeded enough...they would eat the person who they were the shadow of.

I'm kind of relieved you missed that, honestly.

[hypertoxic]

[ Somewhat despite herself Vriska leans slightly over to stare at whatever shadows fall across the floor, but especially her own and Minato's, before looking up at him with deep incredulity. Not that she doubts him, just, wtf? ]

... I ... guess I'm also relieved I missed it? What the fuck. You didn't get eaten, did you?

[messianic]

No, no... I'm fine. I was fine.

[He's at least quick to reassure Vriska of that. After all, it was just that other people got eaten in front of him.]

Don't worry. There was just a lot going on, that's all... sometimes, it really does seem like weird and dangerous things happen in this town.

[hypertoxic]

Good, [ she says, like he'd be in trouble if he wasn't fine.

idly she chews on one of her nails, taking a moment to snort at poor minato. ]

Sometimes? Please. This town is a death trap waiting to happen, and we're all just squealing little rats caught in the snare!

[messianic]

[He would not put it past her to get him in trouble for not being fine. Vriska's just that sort of person.

But also, that's...]

Isn't that kind of a grim way to look at it...?

[He shakes his head quietly.]

I think, sometimes...that this place reminds me of a cry for help.