lord have mercy

[sleeplessinalternia]

Who| Karkat and OPEN
What| After nearly half a sweep a year away, Karkat's back in the tribute tower. He's not happy about it.
Where| D1 suite, elsewhere in tribute tower, in the capitol itself
When| Week 6 and beyond
Warnings/Notes| I'll be putting up some prompts in the comments for the three locations, but otherwise feel free to make your own wildcard prompt! JSYK, Karkat has been revived a week or so after he died (roughly concurrent to when Kankri got resurrected from his) and looks roughly a year older than he was last time anybody saw him. As for warnings... there will be language, probably references to Karkat's death and a little bit of Homestuck spoilers.



Familiar overhead block surface.

Karkat blinks his occular orbs in dismay. He-- he fucking knows this place. Memories come flooding back. Panem. He's in fucking Panem. Held captive by the fucking Capitol humans. Here he was, half-a-sweep older, and now, now, he knew what a fucking travesty that really was.

"We made you," he mutters under his breath. "You should be worshipping us, not fucking turning us into reality television."

There's a paper container of mixed goods next to him on the resting platform. Karkat shakes it out onto the thermal retention fabric. A bottle of what proved to be some kind of artificial scent. A hat in the shape of a gelatinous sea creature. Rubber bouncing spheres in the shapes of his, Signless, and Kankri's heads. A pendant with an enameled picture of a hamburger on it. Gummy candies in the shape of hamburgers. A black shirt with the word DEAD written in his own blood color. A toy figure of himself whose head came off when you squeezed it.

Karkat stares down at the assorted goods. "What the fucking fuck?"

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[deafscythe]

He steps back, trying to put space between his torso and the troll before the impact. It doesn't work as well as he would like, but hopefully he'll be able to catch Karkat off-balance enough so that the troll will go down when Justin slams an elbow down onto his back.

[sleeplessinalternia]

He does go down, but he manages to grab hold of Justin's legs in time to try to pull him down with him.

[deafscythe]

Justin goes down, twisting so that once again, an elbow impacts with some part of the troll's anatomy. Hopefully the stomach.

[sleeplessinalternia]

Yeah. That's it right there. "Ooof," Karkat oofs.

They're probably going to get thrown out of this diner.

[deafscythe]

And Justin's now attempting to get Karkat into some kind of judo hold or something. This is a well-written fight log.

Luckily for everyone involved (except maybe the capitolite teenagers taking pictures and #katfight #hatesex #tributes #drama #omg) these two idiots get themselves thrown out.

[sleeplessinalternia]

Indeed it is.

Once they are tossed onto the curb, Karkat turns to glare at Justin. "This is all your fault."

[deafscythe]

"How is this my fault?" The picture of innocence.

[sleeplessinalternia]

"You're the one that reduced me to delicious fucking hamburger, you shitwit!" Karkat, however, is the picture of perfectly justifiable rage.

[deafscythe]

"Ah, such language." Justin sighs, like the troll's cursing is both offensive and deeply disappointing.

[sleeplessinalternia]

"Fuck off," Karkat snarls. "Go drown yourself in a cavernous diseased nook!"

[deafscythe]

"I would rather not." Really, Karkat is overreacting.

[sleeplessinalternia]

"GO EAT YOUR OWN GOEY DECAYING SHIT," Karkat damn near shrieks.

One of the waiters from the diner sticks his head out the door. "If you two don't get the hell out of here," he says, "I'm calling the peacekeepers."

[deafscythe]

Justin looks over at the waiter with an expression best translated as 'can you believe this screechy alien he's completely overreacting I am a complete innocent in this situation'. The waiter just glares. So, with a sigh, Justin stands and dusts off his robes, then turns to go.

[sleeplessinalternia]

Karkat glares at him. "This isn't over, shitstain," he growls, and he stomps off in the opposite direction.