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[Karkat, after disappearing and reappearing, is for formality's sake being reprocessed through the labs just in case his memories have been stolen again. The staff tries to go through the script and repeatedly remind him that even if he remembers Sirocco, he might not recall everything and may be disoriented. He's been repeatedly telling them to shut up and leave him alone while being jostled around.

They knew this was coming. The pressure cooker just sprung a leak. He can be heard from the apartments easily.]

OH MY FUCKING GOD GET AWAY FROM ME YOU PRIMITIVE SHITSPONGED PSEUDOSCIENTIST NOOKSNIFFING RETARDS!

I fucking know! Anemoi! Jobs! Monsters! Apartments! My name is Karkat Vantas and I'm a troll from Alternia and I had several terrible friends and was an apalling failure! My symbol means "freak of nature who should be skewered full of arrows and burned alive for being awful garbage" and my lusus loved dead things that smelled like shit! My wriggling day is the twelfth bilunar perigee of the sixth dark season's equinox! I have an extensive collection of dumb romantic comedies on my grub drive! I remember all the pointless bullshit I rememered while I was in this dump and I remember all the new and inane memories I made with the amnesiac chump asshole brigade who lives here!

[He tears a calendar off the wall and begins kind of crumpling it up a little just for effect.]

How long was I even gone, anyway?!? Should I have aged or something? Was I in stasis? I can't fucking make sense of your bizarre so-called "human earth calendars!" What even is a "month?" Like four solar sweeps? Wonderful! The more time I missed in these zany human-infested behemoth leaving-grounds the less I can claim to have witnessed of the shittiest gathering of wiggler-fucking morons in probably all universes ever!

NOW WHERE'S MY FUCKING ROOM KEY?!?

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[ ... well, that sure is a yelling guy. She doesn't even know some of those words, so Ilya is just curiously staring, apparently unfazed by the yelling. ]

You were here before, but left?

Wow, we've got a quick fucking learner here. You really picked up on the subtleties of the message I've been overtly screaming about all day. Yes, little human wiggler, that is probably a thing I did.

But how is that possible? We can't leave this place, can we? [ apparently she's just.. ignoring the insults.. ]

If you know, you have to share the secret with everyone else!

[Rude. And here he was going easy on her.]

Look, little girl. I know your thinkpan is even more minuscule and underdeveloped than the average here, but I need you to seriously wrack it for this: if I left on purpose last time, why wouldn't I be doing it again?

How am I supposed to know? Maybe you liked it here more than you liked it back home, who knows! [ a huff. ] Besides, it's very rude to insult a lady's intelligence!

Edited (oops, icon) 2012-06-16 21:01 (UTC)

In my culture, insulting a lady's intelligence is how we say hello, maybe, three names of soup, and of course that a lady has just said or done something really fucking stupid.

But for future reference, I don't like it here, and no, I have no idea how I disappeared and came back.

[ there's another near-huff, but at least she seems to drop the first topic for now. ]

So we can even randomly leave and come back without even meaning to.. This place is so weird! Can't it at least leave us alone when we think it's done messing with us?

Small human, I have important advice for you about the universe, much less Sirocco. Nothing is ever fucking done messing with you. It's bullshit all the way down.

But if it's always just messing with us, there's got to be something we can do against it, right?

We shouldn't just have to endure it!

You want to be defiant at the universe.

It's better than doing nothing as long as you still have a choice!