ataraxionlogs | TAVROS IS IN UR SHIP, HANGING WITH ALL UR PEOPLE.

Finding Gamzee's respiteblock hadn't been too hard, he just hoped the other troll was here, and in any state to acknowledge and receive a visitor. Thinking about that made Tavros worry a little about trying the pie, but he'd just have maybe one bite and leave the rest for his friend. He vaguely remembered Gamzee being worried about not having any more pies back on the meteor, but if his friend really wanted to share this pie right now, then that was alright..

"Oh, hey, bro."

Gamzee's all smiles and actually in his room, pleased as punch and happily drinking the last of his Faygo. Tavros walking in seems to be icing on the cake, and the low, oddly fluctuating sound of his chuckle is heard throughout the respiteblock.

"Look at theeeseee. Motherfucking bed things."

Gamzee likes tasting words almost as much as he likes pie--he's grabbed markers here and there and has made his den as comfortable as he could to him, mainly drawing pictures of clowns in the background.

Well, rolling in, really. Tavros navigates his wheelchair into the room, and grins back at his best bro's infectious good humor.

"Hi! Oh wow, I like your pictures. And yes, the beds! Eridan showed me how to get blankets to make a pile on them, for sleeping. It's not as nice as your horn pile, though."

Actually the blankets were more comfortable (though somehow less satisfying) than the hornpile, but a good bro stands up for his fellow bro's weird honking obsessions.

"Yeah, brother." Gamzee's grin is genuine. It's nice to see Tavros smile--the troll has absolutely no self-confidence and it just plain bums Gamzee out. He leans forward, pulling the shorter troll up to join him on the bed.

"I miss my motherfucking stuff," He admitted. "Goddamn horn piles up in this shit, it was fucking good. But you're here, man. I can't imagine being all down and out and the only troll on this motherfucking ship. Can you imagine?"

"Oh! Uhhh...?" Which can be interpreted as 'oh, hey, you seem to be pulling me out of my wheelchair, and I am not entirely thrilled about taking a significant hit in my personal mobility, also wow I'm in someone else's bed now this is...a thing that is happening and I am not really sure what to do with it.'

What he does with it is to sort of freeze up, which probably makes him easier to move, but also means that he's kind of tense!

"Um. Hi. Okay, we are chilling on the bed now, that is what is going on. And having a conversation, and my contribution to that at this time is that I probably definitely wouldn't want to be here without you and the others, and also I wonder if everyone will end up here eventually."

"Yeah, brother." Gamzee's chuckle was genuine as he pulled out one of the last of his pies, setting it beside him and shrugging.

"Man, this whole ship is filled with so many different motherfucking people," He observed, stretching out lanky limbs and wiggling his toes for a moment.

"All of these motherfucking worlds. All.. Crammed in. Man. Wouldn't it be cool if some motherfucking worlds were created using the discs and stuff?"

Tavros can't stretch his legs or wiggle his toes, so he sort of tucks them up self-consciously.

"Maybe. And, there seem to be Earths that are, uh, failed timelines. There is one where Earth was destroyed and all of the humans are in space ships, and are running from AI robots, because they made the AIs mad! Um, but maybe there are other timelines, where the humans beat the game and made new worlds. Maybe that's where the big blue head guy comes from."

"Woaaaah." Gamzee's eyes grow wide but he carefully balances his horns so they won't get stuck with his own. It'd happened before and really, really sucked.

"Bro, can you imagine how many fucking games are there? Like maybe we're in a game now. A game within a game." He likes the idea--so much that he jerks his head away and grabs Tavros by his long horns, shaking his head slightly.

"What the motherfucking miracle is that, man? It's motherfucking cooool."

"Whooaah!" Tavros blinks up at Gamzee and tries not to squirm too much, though that was, uh, a lot of unexpected contact in a lot of unexpected ways.

"M-maybe?" It made as much sense as any other explanation. "But it's a really really very different kind of session, then."

The gardens were far more beautiful and green than Tavros had expected. And bigger. His curiousity about the alien foliage (and the skittering sounds that could occasionally be heard) were significantly dampened by the apprehension he felt about the meeting he'd come here to have. The strange troll had assured Tavros that he didn't intend to harm him, but this would be the very first adult he would ever meet, and he really didn't know what to expect...

This would not be his first meeting with a young troll, but this particular one holds a bit more meaning. Tavros is one of the twelve that he knew would survive Alternia's last days. Eridan, he knew was a problem child. The Signless didn't hold that against him, but he was eager to meet someone that was less... Bitter. Tavros seemed alright, from what the Signless had observed. Only after ending the conversation did he realize that he had not given the younger troll anything to call him.

Oops.

He arrived at the gardens as soon as he was able to. By now he no longer bothered to wear anything to hide his features. The Signless saw no reason to. No one that would do him harm was present. Perhaps he should still be wary, but the other trolls here were just children and the last of their kind, at that. He would hope that the hemospectrum would mean less to them now.

Hearing someone approach, Tavros turns his wheelchair. His blood color isn't as obvious in the ship-issued jumpsuit, but the text color was a dead giveaway.

Tavros, for his part, was just...staring at Signless. He'd been prepared, in a vague way, for the older troll to be bigger than him, but having spent his entire life around trolls his own age, it was oddly disconcerting. That wasn't what was disturbing, though. That wasn't what was unnatural.

"Wow. You look just like Karkat. Only Dave-colored. ...And not annoyed."

Okay, THAT was bizarre.

The Signless wasn't really all that concerned with blood colors and the like. Though the staring was a but unnerving. Granted, he was used to the attention, in a way. There were times where trolls would watch him speak for hours at a time. Then again, there were those that looked upon him with hate and disgust in their eyes. The one thing that the Signless was not accustomed to, was seeing fear. When there was fear in someone's gaze, it was never because of him. No one feared him, as far as he knew, at least not in the way that Tavros was showcasing.

Attempting not to scare the young one more, he stayed a good distance back. He would not come too close. Not right away. The Signless still held a soft smile on his features, hoping that it would calm the other slightly. The wheelchair was also of note. Interesting, considering he did not know too many trolls that would survive paralysis of that sort.

He chuckled at the words spoken to him. Yes, that wasn't really surprising to hear, if what he had gathered about his Second was true. "There is, perhaps, a reason as to why I would look like this Karkat I keep hearing of."

Oh, right. "I am the Signless. Or, rather, that is what those of my time see fit to call me."

Tavros shakes his head and goes brown up to the ears, realizing that he'd been staring like that. RUDE!

"S-sorry, sorry! Um. He's a friend of mine, and I miss him being around, so it's uh, maybe got me off guard some, to see you. I would say you could be his ancestor, even, but he has a sign. Uh. If they meant that title literally."

Had he introduced himself as the Sufferer, Tavros might have clued in, but the Signless lived and died so long ago that he was the stuff of legends, and legends that the Condesce had tried to suppress.

Unfortunately, the Signless would not know the fact they started to call him something else after his passing. Instead, he was mulling over the idea of his Second having a sign. Perhaps he was told wrongly? No, the Signless was sure that if the one called Karkat was the one leading these young ones, then it was the Second Signless of his visions. Yet what would work as a sign? There simply were no signs for trolls of their caste, or lack of one.

"Of course I meant that literally. There is no designated signs for those of our blood color."

That part should have been obvious.

"Uh. Well, I don't actually know what Karkat's blood color is. He always uses grey text, and his sign is grey. Uh, it looks like this."

Two circles, side by side, almost joined by arches above and below.

"I guess...if his blood is the same of yours, some of our friends would give him a hard time about it, so that could be a reason why he didn't advertise it. I always thought that, maybe, he was making a statement about it, and always thought that he was pretty brave to do that!"

"Uh. Were you...a Cavalreaper?" There weren't a lot of positions available to the lower classes in the fleet.

"I suppose if he arrives, then I shall have to ask him," he replied, thinking it over. It would be a perfect opportunity to hide. After all, he would hide behind the Dolorosa's color when writing as a wiggler. It was harder to do that when he grew older and thus was why he started those sweeps of aimlessly wandering the planet. However, the Signless thought it was better that way. It would be interesting to hear about the sort of life that Karkat lived.

Back to the present, he shook his head. No, he never joined up with the military or anything of the sort. How would he have been able to? "I admit that I did not meld well within the confines of our society. Truthfully, I was more of a speaker than a fighter."

"Yeah! Man, none of us ever got a chance to meet an adult troll, so I'll bet that he would be very interested in that, and especially if you have a direct relation to him, in an ancestral way!"

Tavros is starting to relax and get more animated.

"Um, okay. What fleet job did you have, then? Uh, here, Dave seems to talk on the intercoms a lot, did you do something like that?" It hasn't quite occurred to Tavros that Signless comes from a time before all adults were required to join the extraplanetary fleet.

All the better. As the younger troll was responding more favorably, the Signless took a step or two forward. He didn't want to scare the other away, so now that the air was becoming less tense, he would attempt to get a little closer. It would make speaking easier.

Once more, he shook his head. "I am afraid you misunderstand. My companions and I never joined with the military at all. We traveled Alternia."

Well, Tavros is undoubtedly a bit bashful, but he stays put and keeps smiling, taking Signless at his word.

"O-oh. Ohhhh. You're from a long time ago."

"That was the general reaction I received from young Ampora about it," he chuckled. In no way would he take offense from being old.

"He did not explain the era he came from very well. I was hoping, perhaps, that you could?"

"I can try, but, uh, I'm not sure I'll explain it better, than he did."

"Um. So there are no adult trolls on Alternia anymore. Her Imperial Condescension decreed that as soon as we become adults and have uhhhhhhh done the uh, the pails," WOW, embarrassing, "joining the fleet is mandatory for any troll who has survived that long. Um. This is due to a rebellion that happened, also a long time ago, where some lowbloods almost destroyed everything." Or so they were taught. Tavros is a little curious about that part. Imperial records and official histories were vague where they weren't just kind of confusing, if you really thought about them. Maybe the Signless wold know more?

Tavros headed for the spot he and Nepeta agreed to meet, grinning broadly. Enough serious stuff, time for an adventure! If Aradia was here, she would probably know all the best ways to explore what was really a big creepy ruin, sort of, but Tavros was confident that he and Nepeta could do a good job as well. It was nice to have her, too. Exploring by himself felt...creepy, and she was certainly fierce and fearless. It made him feel more confident, just to have a friend with him.

Edited 2012-01-28 00:23 (UTC)

The fierce huntress stalks her way through the jungle, following the scent of her fellow pride member. Once she found him (who just happens to be a bull or something shhhh it's a pride that promotes diversity) the two would begin their quest for the mystic valley of stars and wonder.

Or maybe it should be called the Great Valley.

Nepeta needs to think ahead of her goal next time she decides to do a roleplay scenario in her mind.

She snaps back to reality to get her bearings. The ship isn't too easy to navigate, but it's certainly not as confusing (or creepy) as the meteor. When she finally spots Tavros she has to resist the urge to pounce on him. (Again. It's a legitimate way to greet someone and she refuses to believe otherwise. It's just that the last thing she wants is to knock someone's teeth out.)

Instead she bounds over with a big grin on her face. "There you are! You ready? I've got my claws and I took some snacks from the refrigerator just in case!"

Look at her using high blood language. Refrigerator. Equius would be so proud.

Tavros does have the four-wheel device, also. One could probably effect some sort of really impressive pounce-roll, if so inclined! Tavros, however, beams in blissful ignorance of the feline doom he had so narrowly avoided.

"Wow, excellent! I have a lance, and the Tinkerbull plush, and some juice, also from the low temperature storage unit! ...Assuming that is what you meant, when you said the other thing, just now."

Jack was wandering. He did that a lot, at random times of the day, trying to get the lay of the land, trying to meet the people there on the ship, trying to figure out what he was going to do about being there. Because the truth of the matter was that he didn't really want to leave and go back. He was afraid of losing what he had there. He had hurt people, in leaving, and he was beginning to think that it might be better for everyone involved if he just...stayed away.

Hands stuck in the pockets of his greatcoat, he rounded the corner and came face to face with Tavros. Eridan's roommate, that he hadn't really seen or met beyond once on the network and then the other time when Eridan had asked for help from that other troll, Kanaya or something. He smiled pleasantly in greeting as he walked toward him. "Hey."

Oh, it was Eridan's charismatic friend. Jack sure had a lot of self-confidence. Tavros was very sure that Jack was a great captain, since that is not a job for those with low self-esteem. Jack had so much self-esteem that Tavros felt a little bit more confident just talking to him!

...Which might explain a little bit about Eridan, actually.

"Hi, Captain Harkness."

"Tavros, isn't it?" he said, with a smile, walking up to the younger troll. "We've met a couple times under several different circumstances, haven't we? How are you?" he asked, shifting to cross his arms across his chest. "How's living with Eridan as a roommate treating you, then?"

"Y-yes, that was, uh, me. In the room. When the, uh. Thing. Happened." Yes. Thing. One teenager with a hole in her torso attacking another teenager with a chainsaw for putting it there, is certainly a 'thing' that happened.

"Um. Are you okay? I was, uh, pretty much assuming no one would want to talk to us, after seeing that."

Jack shrugged. "People make mistakes. I've certainly made enough. I think I should probably get to know everyone involved a little more before I pass judgment on what all I learned about that other day." He stuck his hands in his pockets, rocking on his feet a little.

"You tell me this. Do you think that I shouldn't talk to you, after learning what I did?" He cocked his head to the side, completely serious.

"It is, uh, sort of a confusing situation even for me, honestly, and I have known them both, for pretty much a long time. Apparently, a lot of things happened after I died."

Tavros isn't confused about the people hating Eridan part. That was perfectly normal and natural, and basically the most understandable part of the whole thing. It was the Kanaya turning up as a troll vampire that he was having trouble adjusting to.

"Thank you for helping get it under control. Um. Not a lot of people would do that, and it is really nice of you."

Jack shrugged in response. "It wasn't anything special," he said in return. "Believe it or not, Eridan was one of the first people that I met aboard this ship, and. I get that he gets under a lot of people's skin, but you guys are all, what...six, I think he said?"

"I've lived for a long time, and I've met a lot of different types of people, and believe me. What I've seen so far hasn't really given me any reason to dislike any one of you. You're just kids. Maybe not human kids, but kids nonetheless. Someone's gotta keep an eye out for you," he concluded, with a wink.

"Six sweeps. Thirteen human years. Uh, so we're not little wigglers or, anything like that!"

Yeah, being thirteen totally makes you anything other than a kid, Tavros.

"Um. But. Uh, then again, I think he is pretty used to having a moirail, and seahorsedad, around, so probably, being alone is pretty scary. Um. I don't think any of us were really ready, to lose what we had back home, when we still had a home."

All this talk makes him want to pull out the plush of his own lusus, Tinkerbull, but that is not something you do in front of strange adults. Or anyone, really, especially anyone you just told you were not a wiggler.

Jack shakes his head. "I don't think that people are ever really ready to lose what they're used to. That's part of what makes loss so hard to accept."

"He's told me about these different relationship things that you guys have, though. 'Moirails' and that sort of thing. You'd think that, with so many of you showing up in the city, this 'moirail' of his would be one of them. Maybe he's having a problem coming to terms with the fact that that person isn't here yet?"

Stats is exploring, again. He's wandering in the corridors, trying to complete his map. There are still missing parts, even if he takes other people's maps into account. This ship is huge. Much bigger than Stats used to be. And much less straightforward to get around.
And then, he sees you. Oh, this young man who almost talked him into giving another sample, this time to Xenobiology, as if Medical didn't have enough of him.

"Hello. Perhaps I can show you around?"

"H-hi." Whoa, who? Oh. The guy who didn't trust anybody but Medical. Well at least he was smiling now? That was nice.

"Uh. Okay. I was, um, thinking of looking at the shuttles, that I heard about. Uh, even if they don't work."

"Oh, yes, the shuttles. I'm helping repairning them. We might have another shuttle working soon. May I show you?" Stats will take you to the shuttles and show his work. He feels a little bad about last time and wants to make up for it.

"Oh. Do you know Ianto? And...another shuttle?"

Tavros doesn't seem like the type to hold grudges, fortunately. He'll wheel himself along beside Stats, distrust replaced with curiosity.

Stats apparently gained his trust. Good. He didn't want Tavros to be scared of him.

"Yes, I know him, a little. He makes good coffee, by the way." Not that Stats knows any other one.

"Another shuttle, yes, on top of the one we repaired the first month. The one the original crew used to restock the ship when we stopped at the station, just before you arrived. Some of us stowed away and came back with... diverse things." Stats heard of drugs, but didn't want to smear anybody's name, so he wouldn't mention them.

All right, back to the shuttles. "We might even be able to repair a couple after that. We've been looking for parts in all the shuttles and we've found some for at least these."

Tavros had seen Eridan's hair products, so he just filled in 'copious amounts of gel' in the 'diverse' category.

"Wow! I heard some, about the station visit. Uh. Did you learn any about where we are, and why we're here? Did anyone stay there?"

"Well, not much. We're apparently on 938 After Earth, whatever that means, whether Earth is gone or nobody's there anymore, and apparently something's wrong with the ship that everybody on the station knew about but didn't want to tell us." Not much, indeed. Let's hope the people would be more talkative next time.

"Oh, and everyone made it back." Stats would have felt bad for the poor fellow who would have been stuck there and unable to find a way back home along with everyone else.

"Before we came here, there were hundreds of thousands of colonists, and we're going to the planet they were supposed to colonise. We're supposed to find a way home by then, or there." That much he knew from the start.

Tavros listens to all this and looks kind of worried, but nods. He'll file that away for later.

"I guess, knowing the name of the planet, or anything about it, isn't something we've been able to do yet either." He's not even expressing it as a question - he's pretty sure they don't, or everyone would know already.

"Um. I guess if the ship can bring anyone into it from, uh, across dimensions, maybe it sent all of the colonists away? Or, uhhhh, maybe it went to go get colonists, and there wasn't anyone there, so it got confused and just tried to fulfill its mission, by assembling its own?"

TAVROS IS IN UR SHIP, HANGING WITH ALL UR PEOPLE.

Just for Gamzee!

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late tag ;_;

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SO LATE

Just for Signless!

Tav you sweet bb let me hold you

hugs are mostly not scary?

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Just for Nepeta!

WOW SO LATE apologies! ;w;

No worries! }:D

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