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thecapitol2014-10-06 03:41 am
69problems) wrote in thecapitol2014-10-06 03:41 am
i knew you were tribble when you walked in
Who| The Signless and Kankri; The Signless and ANYONE WHO WANTS A TRIBBLE.
What| Signless and his past life are sad together and Signless realizes if everyone had a small soft friend to comfort them things might be marginally less terrible.
Where| D5, D12
When| The thread with Kankri is backdated a little, the tribble giveaway is happening now.
WARNINGS| Nothing; will change if anything comes up.
[For Kankri]
If he's taking Karkat's disappearance hard then he knows Kankri must be too. Whatever their relationship was or was not, Kankri and Karkat were close. With that in mind the Signless makes his way down to District 5, his tribble Friend tucked under his arm. He's had his time to grieve and now he's more than ready to take care of someone else while they grieve -- and even if Kankri isn't as distraught as he thinks he might be, visiting his past self is something he feels he should do more of.
With all that in mind he knocks softly on Kankri's door.
"Kankri? Are you there?"
[For Everyone Who Wants A Tribble]
Within the next few days signs pop up all over the tribute center in all the common areas and inside the elevator. They're all a little different from each other, as though whoever made them either couldn't find a copier or didn't know copiers were a thing. They all look basically the same, though:
The Signless is now in possession of a lot more tribbles than he was just a few days ago. Between Friend, Sekhmet and Tribble Will Smith all having healthy appetites he now has a healthy stock that range from bright white to deep black (and a good deal of colors in between) in plain or stripes or spots. He's gathered them all in the District 12 common room where they cover the couches and chairs and spill onto the floor. The combined cooing isn't so much a gentle murmur of sound as it is a dull roar.
He's set up another hand-written sign by the couch that says TRIBBLES HERE and there is a small stack of cards on the table that he made by tearing up larger pieces of paper. They're each labeled with Tribble Care Instructions and the only thing written on them is DO NOT FEED underlined several times.
It just seems to him that having a small, soft thing to hold when he feels particularly horrible always helps. Logically it follows that it might help other people too, and since tribbles are so easy to multiply there's no reason not to offer. He sits back amongst his herd of puffballs and waits (and desperately hopes someone shows up, because being stuck with this many tribbles is not something he exactly wants).
What| Signless and his past life are sad together and Signless realizes if everyone had a small soft friend to comfort them things might be marginally less terrible.
Where| D5, D12
When| The thread with Kankri is backdated a little, the tribble giveaway is happening now.
WARNINGS| Nothing; will change if anything comes up.
[For Kankri]
If he's taking Karkat's disappearance hard then he knows Kankri must be too. Whatever their relationship was or was not, Kankri and Karkat were close. With that in mind the Signless makes his way down to District 5, his tribble Friend tucked under his arm. He's had his time to grieve and now he's more than ready to take care of someone else while they grieve -- and even if Kankri isn't as distraught as he thinks he might be, visiting his past self is something he feels he should do more of.
With all that in mind he knocks softly on Kankri's door.
"Kankri? Are you there?"
[For Everyone Who Wants A Tribble]
Within the next few days signs pop up all over the tribute center in all the common areas and inside the elevator. They're all a little different from each other, as though whoever made them either couldn't find a copier or didn't know copiers were a thing. They all look basically the same, though:
The Signless is now in possession of a lot more tribbles than he was just a few days ago. Between Friend, Sekhmet and Tribble Will Smith all having healthy appetites he now has a healthy stock that range from bright white to deep black (and a good deal of colors in between) in plain or stripes or spots. He's gathered them all in the District 12 common room where they cover the couches and chairs and spill onto the floor. The combined cooing isn't so much a gentle murmur of sound as it is a dull roar.
He's set up another hand-written sign by the couch that says TRIBBLES HERE and there is a small stack of cards on the table that he made by tearing up larger pieces of paper. They're each labeled with Tribble Care Instructions and the only thing written on them is DO NOT FEED underlined several times.
It just seems to him that having a small, soft thing to hold when he feels particularly horrible always helps. Logically it follows that it might help other people too, and since tribbles are so easy to multiply there's no reason not to offer. He sits back amongst his herd of puffballs and waits (and desperately hopes someone shows up, because being stuck with this many tribbles is not something he exactly wants).
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"Are you-- how have you been holding up?"
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"I've been better," he says quietly. "I- everyone we knew was gone, so we stayed with each other most of the time before the Arena. And now he's gone." He shakes his head. "I was certain they'd bring him back."
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"I am so, so sorry for leaving the both of you alone. But if I had told him he would have tried to follow and I couldn't risk that."
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The tribble is, by now, in his lap, and he clutches lightly at its fur in an attempt to comfort himself.
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"They didn't bring my Disciple back. I don't think a relationship, no matter how meaningful, is enough to keep anyone safe anymore. But I'm happy for the two of you that you at least had closure."
And now Kankri will be able to hang onto memories, even brief ones, of a real relationship instead of just frustrating pining and denial. That has to be worth something.
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He sort of turns and flops sidelong onto the bed, utterly despondent, and curls in on himself. Yeah, Signless, he's not holding up well in the slightest.
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"It's... it's not okay, but I'll survive. She lived without me after my execution, I can keep going without her. She wouldn't have wanted me to give up."
He's silent for a moment, worrying his lip (they've stopped sharpening his fangs, something for which he is extremely grateful).
"Is there anything I can do? Anything that would make this easier for you to cope with?"