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OPEN LOG
Who: Sollux and ANYONE.
Where: Around downtown Los Angeles, whoops.
When: Twilight on January 28th.
What: Karkat makes the mistake of leaving Sollux alone in the TB dormitories, which results in Sollux fuguing out and having a wander and upsetting a lot of people.
Warnings: Mental trauma and probably references to body horror.
It's so loud in the empty dorms that it wakes Sollux up. Karkat isn't there, and he doesn't know how long it's been since he left. He doesn't even think about it. He doesn't care - reality outside of the present is only a faint glimmer in the back of his mind.
The voices in his head are loud and clear. The voices of the dead and the dying. They were more frightening before, when their deaths had been imminent and unavoidable. Now they just linger like pedestrians waiting to catch their ride out of town.
The light looks dimmer than before, outside. Night. He decides he wants to leave.
Sollux leaves the Trailblazer dormitories without thinking to put shoes on, and wanders without direction. His appearance and identity as a troll are unconcealed, with him wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and jeans. The metal plugs and machinery built into the back of his skull is fully visible, and for once, he isn't thinking about it. As is the metal collar around his neck. He's decided that he's going to go somewhere, and do something, and he doesn't know what.
His ears flick at sounds that remind something in his ancestral subconscious of prey. Humans who see him on the street react negatively, and when he shows minimal or defensive response, they become afraid. Alternians are never especially welcome, but with one acting like this, they have no reason to believe he's actually a citizen. Especially when the only language he uses are threateningly insectoid hisses and clicks that resonate unfamiliarly from his throat.
Where: Around downtown Los Angeles, whoops.
When: Twilight on January 28th.
What: Karkat makes the mistake of leaving Sollux alone in the TB dormitories, which results in Sollux fuguing out and having a wander and upsetting a lot of people.
Warnings: Mental trauma and probably references to body horror.
It's so loud in the empty dorms that it wakes Sollux up. Karkat isn't there, and he doesn't know how long it's been since he left. He doesn't even think about it. He doesn't care - reality outside of the present is only a faint glimmer in the back of his mind.
The voices in his head are loud and clear. The voices of the dead and the dying. They were more frightening before, when their deaths had been imminent and unavoidable. Now they just linger like pedestrians waiting to catch their ride out of town.
The light looks dimmer than before, outside. Night. He decides he wants to leave.
Sollux leaves the Trailblazer dormitories without thinking to put shoes on, and wanders without direction. His appearance and identity as a troll are unconcealed, with him wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and jeans. The metal plugs and machinery built into the back of his skull is fully visible, and for once, he isn't thinking about it. As is the metal collar around his neck. He's decided that he's going to go somewhere, and do something, and he doesn't know what.
His ears flick at sounds that remind something in his ancestral subconscious of prey. Humans who see him on the street react negatively, and when he shows minimal or defensive response, they become afraid. Alternians are never especially welcome, but with one acting like this, they have no reason to believe he's actually a citizen. Especially when the only language he uses are threateningly insectoid hisses and clicks that resonate unfamiliarly from his throat.
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"Okay! Okay, no going. No going anywhere, I'm sorry. I won't hurt you, I promise. We won't go, okay? I didn't mean to upset you, Gemini, I'm sorry. I just want to help."
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"Don't want here," he pleads, but to who its not sure. "I want to go."
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"So you don't want to stay here, but you don't want to go with me. Okay."
Her fingers brush his hand, and she gently takes hold of his wrist. Kit can feel it now, the hardware embedded in his skull. Closing her eyes, she reaches out with her mind, tuning out the physical world.
Hello. Can you hear me?
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He screeches and folds forward, grasping at the plug in the back of his head, like he's trying to tear something out of them. They're all empty. He's unattached. But he can stop clawing at them, trying to dislodge whatever's gotten in his head.
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No, wait. It's okay, it's okay. It's just me, it's Kit. I'm a friend.
Taking a deep breath, Kit does her best to send him thoughts of things she usually finds soothing. Simple but elegant lines of code. Building little robots. A well executed hack. Being wrapped in a thick blanket. Running her hands over a smooth metal surface. Disassembling, cleaning, and reassembling machinery.
Shh. I can help you.
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Those soothing thoughts resonate with him, and it causes his panicked movements to slow. He backs up a little, cautiously looking up at her as he slowly unfolds. Voices that aren't hers scream inside of him too, but hers stands out like a beacon in the fog.
"Please don't vzzhxa," he slurs out loud, the last word blending into fully insectoid Alternian clicks. Inside his mind it plays out different.
Please don't change things, don't force me, please.
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I'm not going to do anything to you, I promise. But it looks like you're in trouble. Is there something I can do to help you?
Someone had done a number on this guy, that was certain.
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I...don't know. Nothing is happening. I'm just...going somewhere.
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I'm worried that if you stay out here, somebody will hurt you. Lots of humans don't like trolls very much.
With some difficulty, she focuses her eyes back on Gemini. Carefully, Kit reaches out and puts her hand on his shoulder, clumsily rubbing his upper arm with her cybernetic hand.
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Why are there humans? Even his computer thoughts sound confused and out of order. I don't know how I got here.
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You're on Earth. I don't know what you call it. The human planet? I'm sorry, I don't know how you got here either.
She braces herself for him to freak out again, fingers tightening just a bit on his arm.
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I wanted to fuck off somewhere. It was dark out so I wanted to go.
Thoughts creep in on the edge of his consciousness. Thoughts of pain and sorrow, like something he is holding back and avoiding.
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I don't think it's safe for you, out here. Is there someone you would like me to call for you?
It's worth a shot, anyway. She's not sure what else to do for him, besides get him back where he came from. Take him home, maybe, though he was pretty adamant about no going.
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I don't know how to find them.
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That's okay. I'm very good at finding people. Do you know their names?
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I don't know.
Maybe he just doesn't want to.
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Would you like to go inside somewhere and clean up a little? I can get us into this hotel without anyone bothering you. There's food.
She really doesn't want to just let him keep wandering. It's only a matter of time before he gets arrested, or worse.
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If I go with you you won't let me leave.
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I can't make you do anything. You're free go whenever you like, even if I don't want you to.
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He withdraws a little, mentally and physically.
And no I can't.
He narrows his eyes, dark thoughts tickling his mind once again.
I know I can't.
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I'm sorry.
Physical contact has never come especially naturally to Kit, but she's not really sure what else to do. Gently, she takes his hand in her organic one, squeezing lightly.
How do I find you again? I've never met anyone like--
Like me, she nearly thinks at him. But he's not, she'd know if he were a technopath. She'd be able to feel it. Still, this is the most natural conversation Kit has ever had with someone. No clunky forum or email UI between them, no layers of code, no unwieldy physical barriers, just connection.
--like you.
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I don't know.
Nothing occurs to him, and he's too scared to give her anymore clues. Even if he feels like he should trust her, he can't. Not right now, when his need to run is so strong.
I can't stay here.
Sorry.
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I know. Please... be safe. Please try.
There's a rush of feedback from Kit as she closes the connection, pulling her network away from the chip. She squeezes Gemini's hand one last time, and steps back.
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Without the connection there isn't much keeping him from following his instincts, either.