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This post, if people would like to utilize it, can be used to quickly meet up with those you were separated or stranded from during the previous month, as well as ensuring one another of your safety.

This will help ensure that we have one place to check for such correspondences, and will not flood the network with an overabundance of the same sentiment.

You're free to utilize your own means, of course- I simply figured this would be a useful tool, after all that has happened.

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Um... I don't have anything to give you at the moment, I'm sorry. I suppose I could... make you something? If you're that interested? In receiving a reward?

[...Oh my god, who is this troll and what have they done with Eridan Ampora.]

[It's worse than he thought.]

Eridan, are... are you sure you're feeling alright?

Just peachy.

[He sticks his hands into the pockets of his jeans, arching his spine forward and shrugging a little more expressively than usual. Then he sighs.]

I'm jokin', Eq. You know, because given my track record, basic things like not dying or getting dismembered are like huge achievements?

[Oh, okay, the deadpan isn't broken. Imagine him without the deadpan.]

There ain't anythin' wrong with me, Eq.

Oh. Um... I suppose. If you're just. Joking.

[This is getting weirder by the minute. He half-expects the Troll Twilight Zone music to come on any minute now. The theme song begins in the middle of Eridan's thoughts, and after the end, the deadpan just gradually... melts... away...]

[Is it sad that this is kind of legitimately creepy, and he takes a moment to shudder at the thought of it? Yes? Okay, good, just making sure we're on the same page here.]

I, um, I... I think... Eridan... I think there kind of is?

I am.

[He tilts his head to the side.]

Okay. Why?

I don't know... you're just... acting oddly?

[Pause.]

...I'm sorry. Never mind.

It's okay.

[He shrugs again. Again with a little more nervous energy to burn.]

Odd how?

[Wow he kind of... really doesn't trust that smile. At all. So he just squirms more.]

You just... seem... more energetic, I suppose, but. Not really. [He has to think for a moment before he can come up with an answer that makes any sense.] ...Y-your body language... it's different.

Really? I don't feel all that different.

[That's an outright fabrication.]

Well, um, you're acting different...

[Is he just imagining things? He has to be, since Eridan disagrees, right? ...Right?]

[+1 totally confused Sagittaritroll.]

Huh. Maybe.

[He shrugs, trying to downplay the fact he's crawling to get out of his own skin.]

I don't know, it's been a long month.

What happened?

[Oh god. That's right. He missed an entire month. He hadn't checked on Eridan for a month, and... oh god. Oh god.]

Nothin'.

[Eridan snorted and slouched a little.]

Kinda the fuckin' problem, actually. Kinda a bitch, too. But hey.

[He shrugged.]

At least it's done now. And not everyone died, I think. Maybe.

[Another ill-timed snort.]

To be fair, a few days more an' starvation might've actually made it to the fuckin' pool 'a things to worry about in this shithole.

Starvation?

[Oh look, he's squeaking.]

Eridan, please! What happened to you all?

[The squeaking is funny, it makes Eridan grin a little. And snicker. And then he shakes his head. Whoops.]

Told you, nothin'.

[He pulled his hands out of his pockets to raise them, palms up, as he shrugged.]

No power, barely any food and a fuckload a shitty monsters to deal with. It probably sounds worse than it really was.

[Says the troll methodically starving himself all month. Right.]

[No power... little food... monsters all over... oh god. Oh god.]

Eridan, I-- I'm so so sorry. They... they didn't even pay attention to you at all, did they? Oh my god. They didn't. They just left the tower. Ohhh my god...

[Siiigh.]

I-it's because... they were too focused on us, I think. That admin, the girl... Ruana... she was there. In person. She was making them all compete over who would control the tower, but... but no one won, it got derailed. So. Ruana... Ruana... [Yeah he. Probably shouldn't have started this explanation.] ...she... she's not to be trifled with.

Eq. Equius.

[Eridan arches both eyebrows and raises his hands in a placating manner.]

Breathe. Breathin's all kinds a important. For instance, it gives you air to speak so I can understand what the hell you're talkin' about. C'mon.

[Congratulations, you are now being tugged towards the terminal's seat.]

Sit down an' start from the beginnin'. Karkat--

[Don't mind the small snarl, he's trying to get a hold of it, but it's kind of knee-jerk and the asshole is basically the reason all his emotions are kind of fucked up right now.]

--mentioned somethin', but he wasn't... really in the mood to be what you'd call chatty.

[Now catty, on the other hand...]

[So you can understand what he's talking about? Oh, look who's talking you hyporcite! But regardless, they both know by this point that Equius is brainless when tugged, so he sits down as instructed and starts from the beginning. While casually skipping over all mentions of Karkat.]

Well, um... yes. We -- the people who were taken from the Tower -- we were moved into... some other place, I don't know if it was in the Tower or not, for the five weeks or... or so. I'm not sure. [His brain wasn't exactly working properly for those five weeks, for reasons already outlined, so forgive the questionable account.] Three members of the administration, um, Jason, Dax, and Riki, they each had a... a group they were supposed to control. Um. They managed the, uh. Living conditions. And things. And each week we had a... a set of things to, um, do. For the week. And at the end Ruana gathered everyone, and... and... she tallied points for the groups. ...It ended early, week four. Um, I don't know why, but it changed then. Ruana, she took over every group...

[Don't talk about hypocrisy to him, okay. We'll be here all fucking century.]

I... am goin' to go out on a limb here an' guess this Ruana person is a very fuckin' scary bitch, isn't she.

[That wasn't a question, the dropping volume gave it away.]

But that does explain why the Tower seemed abandoned for a while...

[Back to you again, eyes slightly narrowed behind the sunglasses.]

You sure you're alright?

[This is a little more vicious than usual, not quite as wry as much as dry.]

Because Karkat sure as fuck wasn't when I found the son of a bitch.

[He nods meekly. Despite the fact that it wasn't meant as an inquiry, it still seems odd to just leave that question hanging. Or, it does to him.] Yes... she is.

[And then he's kind of shrinking again under Eridan's scrutinizing gaze, looking up at him worriedly. He shouldn't have sit down--] Y-yes, I... yes... like I said...

[He's really not fooling anyone, though.]

[Hush, sitting you down is the easiest way to ~~mother you~~ ~~nag you~~ make sure you're okay. So he arches both eyebrows, and delivers a very dry deadpan.]

We both say many things.

[He shrugs, that's the only concession he's gonna make you.]

Maybe you should go rest a while? Get the hang 'a mostly-not-completely fucked up space again?

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I love that icon, for the record.

I could probably make you one for Eridan

For the fussin grapevvine?

Of course. Eridan's will be WEH WEH, and Dolorosa's will be FUSS FUSS

Best Icon Triad Ever.

Doing this. Right now.

Perfectiong.

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