>Vriska: Go to the library.

[fabricates]

Characters: Vriska Serket and Dave Strider [AU] and then Vriska Serket and you!
Format: Action
This log is: Open
Location: Black 2-A and then the libary
Summary: Vriska has to ask permission to go to the library, but once she gets there she's looking for books. Feel free to bother her!
Warnings: Language, Vriska being a bitch?

[Black 2-A - Closed to Dave]

[Okay this rights thing? Complete and total bull shit. It hadn't bothered her at first, because she didn't care what kind of food she was eating because it was all human food. But when she tries to go to the library and is turned away because she doesn't have permission? Fuck that. It had taken almost all of her resistance to not curb stomp the person that had denied her entrance. She's trying to be less of a terrible person. So instead she'd stormed back to rap on Dave's door loudly and undoubtedly obnoxiously.]

[Library - Open to All]

[After getting Dave's permission, she's holed herself up in the library with a stack of books on what she hopes is the right thing. She has absolutely no idea what she's looking for, honestly. She's pretty sure half the books she's grabbed are useless. Well, whatever. She'll check them out anyway. She just refuses to ask Dave or John to teach her this whole sign language business. Especially after John had assumed she wouldn't want to learn it. The nerve.

Okay, this book is useless. She tosses it to the side, onto another pile of books that haven't been helpful at all. Ugh, this is annoying. She picks up another book, flipping it open and burying her face in it.]

Comments

[knightime]

[Oh my fucking god, he heard you the first knock. Calm your fucking tits. He guesses that it's better then whoever knocking is barging in (he doesn't lock the door). Dave swings the door open.

...

He's actually slightly surprised that Vriska is even here. What the fuck does she want?]

[fabricates]

[So she didn't think of how she was going to word this before she got there. She's just glaring and annoyed.]

I need your permission to go to the library. [Wow that feels like bile as she says it.]

[knightime]

[He stares at her for a moment. The strongest thought that came to his head seriously really was just 'Wow Vriska reads.' or something. Oh...she's here for permission though. Whatever. He motions for her to follow him and he casually just gets out to head to the library.

Whatever. If she wants to go to the library, then they'll fucking go to the library.]

[fabricates]

[NO HER PLANS. He can't come along and find out why.]

I don't need you to come with me, I just need your permission. So write it down or something.

[knightime]

[Wow, that's fucking suspicious. Now he knows something is up. He tilts his head to the side.]

naw
i think i want a book now
hurry up

[fabricates]

[Her eyes flick over the screen and she drags a hand through her hair. This is absolutely not how it was supposed to go. Whatever, she'll just ditch him once they're in the library. It should be big enough to do that, right?

She stalks after him. Annoyed? You bet she is.]

[knightime]

[The trip to the library is relatively short and quiet. He doesn't mind either, of course. It means Vriska must be sour and that's always funny to him.]

[mrdickery]

[This is definitely not his kind of place, but so far talking to other people hasn't been of any real use. People are either just as clueless as he is or won't talk about what they know, so he's decided to take a leaf from Estelle's... well, book, sotospeak and turn to written knowledge.

There's gotta be something in these multitude of shelves that can help, right?

At least that's what his dwindling optimism is saying. After a while he's just wandering the shelves aimlessly, looking for anything that's eye-grabbing when he spots Vriska angrily tossing books about. It's the horns and skin that grab his attention because they are practically identical to that of Gamzee's. (Horn aside.)

He'll discreetly linger by one shelf and watch her, wondering if it's just the looks or if they share personalities as well. She doesn't seem like she's up to anything bad but, hey, the worst ones rarely ever do.]

[fabricates]

[It doesn't take Vriska long to feel like she's being watched. She's spent her entire time in the Veil watching other people, so she's kind of a pro at it. She glances around, eyes narrowing when they finally land on who has been presumably watching her.]

What the hell are you staring at, human? Never seen a troll before?

[mrdickery]

[Spotted, huh?]

Actually I have, and that's the problem. [He'll let her respond to that however she pleases, feeling he's justified in his rudeness considering what he's seen of Gamzee.]

[fabricates]

Excuse me?

[She slams the book closed, nearly toppling her chair as she stands to confront him.]

Are you trying to pick a fight with me? Pretty stupid of you, human. You really have no idea who you're messing with. I don't know which troll you met, and I don't really care. But lumping us all together like that is pretty fucking offensive.

[mrdickery]

[... yeah, this isn't helping his view of trolls thus far. Granted, she's justified in her rage, but as far as he's concerned? His provocation is too. He needs to know if these violent tendencies are an isolated incident or widespread across the whole race.]

It doesn't matter if it's offensive if it's true, right? And so far, I'm not seeing any differences.

[fabricates]

You come up to me basically accusing me of shit I'm not guilty of, and expect me to be pleasant? Wow, you humans sure are arrogant. Just who the hell am I acting like?

[herplaceinthesun]

[Aisha's just in the library to use the computer, because she really doesn't care about her grades here in the least bit. So she looks at the troll (at this point she's met them all but her) curiously.

She's starting to get hungry too, but that's neither here nor there.]

You know we get paid just for going to class, right? [Look, she did her time in school, okay? Passing grades are cool with her.]

[fabricates]

[Vriska snaps the book shut with more force than necessary, swiveling to to find the source of the voice. Whoa she is... Not human? Well, she kind of looks human. In the same sense Vriska does but in different areas. Well, whatever. She doesn't really care.]

It's not for your ridiculous human classes.

[herplaceinthesun]

[Girl you did NOT just call Aisha human. She gives her a look.]

Aisha's not a Terran! [And thanks for reminding her she doesn't know what she is. :(] These classes are pretty pointless though.

[fabricates]

[DETAILS.]

What the hell is a Terran? Yeah, they're really stupid. I don't understand why humans waste their time with it.

[herplaceinthesun]

[IMPORTANT ONES.]

Terrans, humans, same damn thing. Humans waste their time with a lot of stuff, I guess it's just what they do.

[fabricates]

[She doesn't care o o p s]

I've never heard the term Terran. But you're right. They waste time on everything that's stupid and nothing that's actually important.

[cmonstepitup]

[And along comes a hedgehog, mindng his own business and running around without a care in the world.

Oh right it's the library, he can't run in here. But he likes to see what other people are doing. It's kind of interesting.

So he happens upon Vriska, eyes the books she has, and lets out a small whistle.] You plannin' to read all of those today?

[fabricates]

Sure, if people would quit in- [She slams the book closed, eyes turning to glare at the newest interruption as she speaks.]

What the hell are you supposed to be?

[cmonstepitup]

Never seen a hedgehog before? [A talking one, at least.]

[fabricates]

[She rolls her eyes.]

Obviously. Who let a talking furbeast in here?

[cmonstepitup]

Hey hey, I'm not just a 'talking furbeast.' I'm Sonic the Hedgehog! [Self-Proclaimed Most Cool Guy Around. You dig?] You don't exactly look human to me either.

[fabricates]

And I care why? You just look like any other animal to me. [You're talking to the self-proclaimed 8est there is here.]

And greeeeeeeeat observation, nookstain. That would be because I'm a troll.