(angry) text; EDITED LATER TO BE LOCKED

[hypertoxic]

[ Being forced to answer this post and admit something she'd rather not have has left Vriska pretty peeved. She is not down with your shit, New Moore, and she is going to take her revenge. ]

What's a secret you've 8een just dying to tell someone a8out 8ut couldn't? Now's your chance! Let it all out. We're all 8eing forced into this anyway!

[ She is hoping others will be snagged like she was and forced into answering.

And it will end well if they are. ]

(ooc; Feel free to thread jack the hell out of this post if you want to leap on someone saying something shocking! GO NUTS. Interested parties are also EXTREMELY FREE to go leap on Vriska and Sherlock's thread with their own comments.

regarding the post edit: Vriska will have made good on her word and locked the post to private. Private, however, only to those who have already seen it, so no one else can stumble into it. However, if you still want to tag in, feel free! We'll all just say it came in before she locked the post. Carry on with your life ruining.)

Comments

[hypertoxic]

<33333333

[riseup]

oops???

[hypertoxic]

It's fine.
I don't mind.

[riseup]

ok, as long as you don't think it's weird then i guess i don't either!
wow, i never expected that to come up.
thanks, glasses.

[hypertoxic]

Hey, John.
Are you 8usy?

[riseup]

not really, everyone is pretty distracted by their big mouths.
why?

[hypertoxic]

Do the windy thing.
Come find me.

[riseup]

[ He never sends her anything confirming or denying her request. In fact, it takes him almost twenty minutes to extricate himself from whatever fucked up conversation he's currently embroiled in — but when John finally gets going, it doesn't take long to find her.

It's easy enough. Do the windy thing means direct the search up and out, after all. He's spent enough time zooming around New Moore like a breezy asshole, and he checks all the familiar places from high above the small city. John pauses and squints down at Genosha Tower, one of the island's tallest buildings. Bingo.

The descent is quick but the landing next to Vriska is gentle. ]

Gotcha.

[hypertoxic]

[ Vriska gets embroiled in her own bullshit again, so she's honestly pretty okay with that.

She knows he'll come.

She spots his approach from afar, so by the time he's alighted beside her any technology has been put away. She's sitting curled up, knees pulled up to her chest and her arms loosely around them. She's wrapped up in a puffy jacket with a furry fringe on the hood - something probably sneakily snatched from Ramona - but the rest of her outfit is familiar, all dark colors which help her blend in with the roof and the falling dusk.

Her smile for him is unusually melancholy as she pats the ground beside her, a sign for him to take a seat. ]

Hi, John.

[riseup]

[ She barely needs to complete the motion before John dutifully plops down next to her and bumps their shoulders together. ]

Hi, Vriska.

[ He meets her sad smile with his own, warm and sort of awkward — he wants to apologize, sorry about how the glasses made me say you were hot, but apparently he doesn't mean it because his brain won't let him say it. Welp. That sure is weird. So instead he manages a different apology. ]

Sorry everyone is being a collectively huge butt.

[hypertoxic]

[ That wins a warmer, fonder smile, and she bumps his shoulder right back.

But to his comment her response is to look away, out over the buildings below. ]

I'm probably the one who should be sorry. That post I put up would be a hilariously bad idea if there was anything hilarious about it. So I guess it was just bad.

[ She tilts her head back, looking up at the sky, awash with orange and purple and soft pink. ]

It's weird. Normally I wouldn't feel bad about doing that sort of thing at all. Normally I'd find it funny! And put all that juicy blackmail material to good use. [ Her smile briefly flickers into something wicked, but even that is subdued. ] But suddenly it isn't. Maybe this is what it means to have a change of heart.

[ She curls her knees tighter to her chest so she can rest her chin on them and look at John, instead. ]

How are you holding up?

[dialogical]

No problem.

[riseup]

that was human sarcasm.

[dialogical]

Was it?
Please elaborate.
I am always interested in acquiring new information on the ways of organic lifeforms.

[riseup]

i kind of figured you would know about sarcasm since it has to do with irony.
when i said thanks, i didn't actually mean thanks.
sarcasm is just saying the opposite of what you actually mean and we "organic lifeforms" use it for jokes.
i wanted to make something up about how it's the most complicated human emotion, but apparently there's no lying allowed.
dammit, that would have been a pretty good prank.

[dialogical]

Thank you, John human.
This has been most educational.

[riseup]

you can just call me john.
no one has called me john human in a really long time.