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[White. White, white, and fucking white. Karkat actually grimaces and shields his eyes as he sits up and takes in his surroundings. There's someone else in here too, but he ignores them in favor of taking stock of his surroundings. Furniture, facilities, this one room, and no portals whatsoever. No doors, no window.]

What the actual writhing fuck...

[He grimaces and stands up, giving the room one more careful once-over. There can't possibly be no exit, right? How the hell did he get in here?

He presses on the wall, then knocks on it. There's no give, and no answer. He raises his fist to slam harder on it when something weird catches his eye.

KARKAT. And a... barcode?

He turns to the other person in the room in trepidation. What the hell was going on here?

Date: 2017-02-24 12:58 am (UTC)
turntex: (pic#10642700)
From: [personal profile] turntex
[Where Karkat falls silent, Dave frowns up at the ceiling for lack of a more specific target, immediately defaulting to mouthing off.]

And who the fuck is this? Hello? C'mon, you gotta give us more than that to go on. And also maybe an exit. Just sayin', clearly someone fucked up when designing this room and I'm already anticipating some minor issues, like getting us food and letting us leave and whatnot.

[It's easier to think about that kind of thing than the other bombs that were just dropped there. "Created". "Experiment". "Lifemates". Holy shit.]

Date: 2017-02-24 01:30 am (UTC)
turntex: (pic#10642694)
From: [personal profile] turntex
[Well, that draws Dave's gaze back down from the ceiling. He gives Karkat a mildly offended look.]

Wow. Rude.

[Somehow, he can't really blame Karkat. Dave doesn't feel like he makes for a very impressive or appealing "destined lifemate" or whatever. But jesus, no need to be so blunt about it.]
Edited Date: 2017-02-24 01:30 am (UTC)

Date: 2017-02-24 02:07 am (UTC)
turntex: (pic#10642708)
From: [personal profile] turntex
Oh, sure, nothing personal. I'm just a complete disappointment, apparently.

[It's more mumbling to himself than a proper response. But he gets up anyway to help, taking the opposite wall and half-heartedly knocking his knuckles against it in spots while feeling with the other hand for a seam or something.

He kinda wishes it was personal. It'd be easier to just write off as more angry blustering, then. But presented so matter-of-factly, he can't help but just see it as a truthful statement.]

Date: 2017-02-24 03:23 am (UTC)
turntex: (pic#10642729)
From: [personal profile] turntex
[Shit. He said that out loud, didn't he?]

And apparently that was enough to have you screaming at the mysterious unseen assholes that you want a refund. Not even gotta wait it out to test that "compatibility", I must make a pretty awful first impression.

[It's not like he really would have considered a loud, angry alien to be his ideal mate if he was given time to consider it, after all. Hell, he really hasn't had a chance to think about it at all. Someone with a sense of humor maybe, patient and thoughtful and shit. But at least he's not just wordvomiting that shit up into the open.]

Date: 2017-02-24 07:30 am (UTC)
turntex: (pic#10642698)
From: [personal profile] turntex
Nah, you're probably right.

[Dave shrugs. Searching for a door he knows they won't find is actually pretty nice, if only because it means he gets to face a wall instead of Karkat.]

If this is meant to be some kinda soulmate crap, there should have been some instant appeal, right? Some clich├ęd romance-movie "love at first sight" moment complete with a dramatic swell of music. If your first reaction is just who's this asshole? then it can't be as perfect as match as the disembodied voice guys seem to think.

Date: 2017-02-24 08:19 am (UTC)
turntex: (pic#10642729)
From: [personal profile] turntex
[Dave turns a little to watch the pacing with an arched eyebrow, expression guarded.]

Hey, you're the one who was immediately complaining to the voice from on high. What, d'you just feel the need to argue against literally any statement made, even if it directly contradicts an argument you were making just like three minutes earlier?

[Seriously, dude, you're giving him whiplash. Do you hate this idea or not?? At least let him know where he stands with the only other person he's ever met.]
Edited Date: 2017-02-24 08:20 am (UTC)

Date: 2017-02-26 12:29 am (UTC)
turntex: (pic#10642700)
From: [personal profile] turntex
'S just Dave. "Alien Dave" sounds like the cheesiest bad sci-fi movie dialogue possible. But yeah, sure. Truce. Not that I was the one throwing a fit or anything.

[The wall seems like a waste of time at this point, so Dave shrugs and flops back onto his little cot-bed-thing.]

On that note, aren't we kinda getting ahead of ourselves with this compatability talk anyway? Like. Would we even be biologically compatible, if that situation ever were to come up? Seriously, serious question here, scientist-voice-dudes. Why the fuck are your "perfect lifemates experiments" apparently not even the same species?
Edited Date: 2017-02-26 12:30 am (UTC)

Date: 2017-03-28 01:35 am (UTC)
turntex: (pic#10642708)
From: [personal profile] turntex
[Dave continues frowning up at the ceiling, thoroughly unimpressed with the lack of explanation.]

The "perfect" part is definitely debatable, at least.

[Like, couldn't they have given them a less obnoxiously bright room too? Why does an experiment require their subjects to be blinded? Dave groans and slaps a hand over his eyes, which feel bizarrely naked for some reason.]

It's too fuckin' bright in here.


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