>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

[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.

[herplaceinthesun]

[Gurrrrrrrrl . . . but she laughs, a bit dark.]

Good to hear someone with some sense around here~ So if Aisha can asking, what's important to you?

[fabricates]

There's plenty of shit that's important to me. You're going to have to be a little more specific than that, non-human.

[herplaceinthesun]

Well, I would say "what are you studying", fellow non-human, but you seem a little ashamed of it.

Besides, that's the obvious thing to ask, huh?

[fabricates]

Ashamed of it? Yeah right! More like it's really none of your business. And for the record, I'm a troll.

[herplaceinthesun]

I can feel the shame from all the way over here! Hmmm . . . probably mad that you have to admit you don't know something~

[She winks, if she's not exactly on the money with this bet she bets she's close.]

And I knew you were a troll, there are a bunch of you around here. [She's just still pissy about not knowing what she is.]

[fabricates]

[Yeah, she pretty much hit the nail on the head. But Vriska's not going to let her know that.]

You sure are nosy! Is all of your race like that, or is it just you that's obnoxious??

[herplaceinthesun]

Aisha's not obnoxious! [Yes, yes she is.]

And I'll have you know I come from a mighty race! How dare you insult the mighty . . . WHATEVER AISHA IS!

[fabricates]

[Oh man, that gets a laugh out of her.]

You can't remember what you are? Laaaaaaaame!

[herplaceinthesun]

SHUT UP! It is really, really fucking lame though.

[POUTING!]

[fabricates]

You're telling me to shut up while you're agreeing with me? Talk about contradictory!

[Laughing at her.]

[herplaceinthesun]

Oh please, Aisha's not the only person in here who doesn't remember stuff.

[All the glares.]

[fabricates]

Who forgets their race? That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard.