tentacletrainer | Chapter 10; Action/Voice for Karkat, John and Jade

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Chapter 10; Action/Voice for Karkat, John and Jade

[What happened]

[[She certainly didn't mind his company, as much as she bickered with him when he insisted upon taking care of her, and insisted upon making sure she was comfortable, and insisted upon getting her more blankets, knowing she would want them. As much as she argued she didn't need the help, she did appreciate it.

And so, even though the subject struck up yet more sibling snark-ery, she appreciated him offering to make her soup.

Still had a hard time expressing it though.]]

Dave, I do not care how delicious you claim it tastes. I do not care how insistent you are upon the fact it is good for me. I do not want soup.

[[He just laughed at her, and that simply annoyed her more.]]

Relax Rosie. You're not getting any better by throwing a fit.

[[Looking away with a snort, the girl glowered at the window. When a spoon clattered from being dropped, she thought nothing of it.]]

Would you please refrain from making a mess, I would really hate to--

[[Cut off by the sound of something far bigger slamming into the stove finally forced her to turn her glare towards the kitchen.

Which Dave was currently occupying the floor of.]]

...D-Dave?

[[Unfurling and scrambling from her nest, she quickly crossed the hotel room and stared down at the boy a moment, before bending down to carefully touch his forehead - which judging from how red the skin was and how it was already starting to bruise, that must have been what she heard colliding with the stove.

Carefully she shook him by his shoulders.]]

If you are trying to tease me to force some form of sincere affection from me, th-there are better ways to go about that. This is unacceptable, and I will not stand for it, so I request you sit up and cease this tom-foolery.

...Please?

[Voice for Karkat]

[[When Karkat answers, he is greeted by Rose, who definitely does not sound as put-together as usual. She's not in a panic, but her voice is shaking a little.]]

K-karkat. I require your presence immediately. Dave just collapsed, and I am unsure of what to do about i-it. I am unable to move him on my own, and am fairly certain we should not leave him on my kitchen floor.

[Text for John and Jade]

[[A text is also sent to John and Jade, as Rose is aware they would both want to know.]]

John, Jade, I would like to inform you that Dave, currently, is passed out on my kitchen floor.
I am having Karkat come over to help, and fear having more than him and I might make this complicated as it is a fairly small kitchen and room, so please do not worry about assisting.
I simply felt you would both like to know.

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[Yeah he missed the point of that last sentence entirely.]

[Seroiusly Rose, when does he not do as he's told?]

[Worried moirail, what's this? And then 'Dave just collapsed', and he's heading out the door before the message even finishes. No answer. But soon enough, he's barging on into Rose's hotel room, not even bothering to knock. Into the kitchen area next, and...]

[Dave. On the floor.]

G-god fucking damnit, Dave, stop pulling this shit and wake up!

[He drops to a crouch, and-]

[Pap!]

[... He just smacked him in the face.]

...I-I do not think that will work, Karkat. I have already tried rousing him.

[[She bites her knuckles, watching.]]

Judging from the worsening bruise his forehead has suffered, I have a feeling it will be a while before he awakens...

[He tries a second time in spite of Rose, but of course, it doesn't work.]

Did you give him some weird human disease with you being ill? John never did something like this, did he?

[That said as he starts, again not asking, to dig through whatever cupboards she might have in the area. Once he finds a glass, he fills it with cold water, then--]

[Yep, dumped - ineffectually - on Dave's face.]

Of course not! He has not been here more than twenty minutes at best! And not once has he had enough contact for such a thing to be transmitted! You are not sick, are you?! And no, John has not.

[[Though the idea she did get him sick, and that is the cause of this, had crossed her mind at one point.

Did he just...he did.

Facepalm, Moirail. Facepalm.]]

Hmmm.

[Facepalm all you want, Rose. Karkat is just staring down at Dave now, worry starting to seep into his expression.]

[He crouches beside him now, considering for a moment. Poooke, to the cheek.]

...

[Then, he pulls his last resort: he pulls off Dave's sunglasses.]

[And when Dave doesn't immediately snap out of it, he turns to look, apparently concerned, up at Rose.]

He's not waking up.

[Fortunately for John, the door remains open after Karkat's rather forcefully entry. Not bothering to knock, he enters the room, and looks around the room, slightly panicked.]

Rose?

[She said he passed out in the kitchen right? Yeah, that's right: kitchen. So that's where he goes! And holy crap, why doesn't Dave have his sunglasses on? And what's with that bruise?]

Oh my god, how hard did he hit his head?! Rose, you made it sound like he just kind of...gently slipped into unconsciousness or something!

[[At the look from Karkat, she kneels down beside him to give him some reassurance, a hand rubbing at his shoulder, but is startled by John before she can say anything.]]

Well, I hadn't actually seen him pass out, John. I just...heard it. And when I looked, he was on the floor.

[Really, Dave could just be unconscious. He could, which would be temporary and not as bad as it could be. But the fact that Rose seemed worried? That got to him, and well. Things escalate, and Karkat's far from one to stay calm easily, even if it's usually anger that's the problem. So he lets Rose rub his shoulder, just staring back down at Dave again as he tries to figure out what to do.]

[But steps, and--]

John?

[He looks up, glancing at Rose as she explains, but mostly at John. Sunglasses still in hand.]

Wait, wait--you mean--yo-you don't think he damaged his think pan when he fell, did he?

[He's not surprised Karkat's here, but he is kind of surprises him that he didn't notice until the former-troll actually said something. It takes a minute for him to remember the word "think pan," because really he's just so worried that he's not thinking about weird troll anatomy terms right now.]

I don't know dude! But I mean...a bruise like that...

[He's not going to say it outloud, but the look on his face should say enough.]

[[Brain damage. That certainly doesn't sit well with Rose either.]]

We should likely move him. Get him onto the couch, possibly, and out of this cramped space.

After that, we will focus on nursing his head.

Shit. Shit shit fucking shit.

[John, you are the absolute worst for allaying his fears.]

[He looks to Rose--moirail. Moirail. Trust your fucking moirail. Go go troll instincts, what still remain in his brain, because she is his fucking rock in this.]

[He holds out the shades.]

Rose, hold these, and don't you fucking break them. John, help me pick him up, and be fucking careful. If you drop him, I am going to break your damn nose, got it?

Edited 2011-02-24 05:43 (UTC)

Dude, I'll break my own nose if that happens...don't worry about that.

[He is DEAD SERIOUS about this. He kneels down, ready to help Karkat in whatever way he tells him to. Hopefully between the two of them, moving Dave shouldn't be much of a problem.]

[[She takes the shades gingerly with a nod, moving to make sure their path to the couch was clear, and that the couch no longer was occupied by a pile of blankets and a tissue box.

She then stays out of their way, just holding the shades to her chest to make sure she wouldn't drop them.]]

[John's seriousness is refreshing, and he has to pause a second - that's one of those good qualities Rose pointed out to him before. Still, he says nothing regarding it.]

[Soon enough, he has Dave's torso propped up, head against his chest and arms supporting his torso.]

Grab his legs. Tell me when you feel like you've got a good hold on him, then I'll count, and we lift on three, okay? Then I'll lead back towards the couch. Rose, tell me if there's anything behind me; I don't want to back into it.

[And assuming John does at told, he would count and lift, slowly and carefully carrying the coolkid back towards the couch.]

Right.

[He nods and does precisely what he's told, being as careful as is humanly possible. Once Dave is safely placed on the couch, he backs off a bit and crosses his arms, looking worried and unsure of what exactly to do next.]

oh...
im not sure what i could do to help, but i want to come over and try to do something!!

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