Looking for an asshole with a helmet welded to his face. Apparently armed and volatile. Further details will be disclosed on a need to know basis. Anyone with information will be rewarded.

Who: Xion and Homura
What: Spending time together! Like Xion had said a week or two prior.
Where: ARRROUND. Robbin' Baskins maybe? Then elsewhere? Maybe the park? MAYBE THE PLAYGROUND? Wherever strikes their fancy.
When: Maybe the 15th or the 16th? We just don't know.
Why: Because cuties.

[ Well. She had promised her friend that she'd text her to hang out when things calmed down. And they hadn't, really, very much - in fact, things had been quite busy! But Homura was still her friend, and she wanted to make time for all of her new friends.

So she'd finally made the decision to text her, chirpily asking if they could go get ice cream and then find something fun to do! Which was pretty vague, but a pretty decent game plan in Xion's mind. What better way to spend a day with a friend, really?

And that is how she ends up in front of the ice cream store, waiting for the other girl. Dressed cute, as has become her way. ]

Who: Karkat and Vriska. Potentially with cameos by Dave, John, and their school lunch burritos. And pudding cups.
What: It's been about a week since Vriska's midnight channel, and Karkat makes an ill-timed remark. It goes over poorly.
When: Some days after this. BACKDATING IS FOR AWESOME PEOPLE.
Where: The school cafeteria. AND THEN THE ROOF.
Why: Because screamy assholes need to shriek at each other until they feel better and also realize they were fighting over precisely nothing.

[ It was not exactly an easy decision for Vriska to waltz back into school once she'd recovered from her ordeal enough to do so. It wasn't that she was embarrassed by what had happened, so much. To be embarrassed would imply she had any shame left to feel, that such an emotion hadn't been burned from her entirely in the fires of immense public scrutiny and, to her chagrin, pity. No, there was no shame in her now. All her fucks had been taken and she had none left to give.

But there was an emotional rawness, a burn on her pride and her bearing that was still slow-oozing and refusing to heal. It hurt to be ripped open in front of everyone you care about, everyone you've tried so hard to impress. It hurt to learn, at the same time as mostly everyone else, that you were in love with your very taken moirail and best friend. It hurt to be brought so low and it hurt to know you were the reason your friends all had to risk their lives. It hurt in a much different way to know that they were willing to take that risk even after seeing what they saw, knowing what they knew about you now. That was a gentler hurt, but far deeper, too.

She's kept her chin up. She is proud. She is Vriska Serket. She bows for no one, not even herself.

But she can be forgiven if she's a bit tetchy as she sulks her way into the cafeteria that day at lunch, right? Forgiven a bit of, perhaps, overreactive tendencies that might lead her to take even the most innocent comment far, far, far too personally.

Sulk sulk grumble over her tray of human grub as she slouches her way to a table. ]

I have a problem.