my heart's not fluttering or anything

[quadrangle]

Who: Hamsteaks,Team RWPY, & Dipper
Where: GOLDENROD INN, specifically Dave and Karkat's room but possibly others as well? It depends.
When: 3/5, afternoonish/evening/well into the wee hours of 3/6
Summary: A certain travel party largely consisting of traumatized teenagers initiates a team building exercise, AKA sleepover. This is clearly the best idea ever and will in no way backfire at all.
Rating: PG-13 for, uh. Homestuck vocabularies.
Log:

[Despite having been in their immediate vicinity for three weeks, Karkat had somehow managed to avoid talking to most of the people in their group for any significant length of time. A lot of it was personal preference because yes, he was still intermittently freaking out about being a human surrounded by humans, but the fact that he'd blown up at two of the other party members and probably guaranteed that Jade or Dave or both would be auspisticizing between them for the foreseeable future (oh god please no) didn't help matters. He'd rather stay in his damn room or hide in the local bookstore than deal with any of that bullshit.

Unfortunately, maintaining his busy schedule of staying the fuck away from other people as much as possible was untenable, especially when his best friends were also their friends and he literally had no excuse to keep putting it off—unless he could say he needed to take his Pokemon on a walk? Do people even take Pokemon on walks? Would Dave even buy that when neither Merope nor Sharru have shown the slightest amount of interest in going on walks? Well, okay, no, Dave might not even care, but Jade...

Either way, the moment his roommate decides on the impromptu movie night, sends out texts to inform the others, and begins putting together a Sweet Throh and Hella Sawk flyer for their door to mark the occasion (why is he friends with this moron again) is the moment Karkat's fate is sealed.

They're going to have a sleepover, and everyone is invited.]

Comments

[callbacks]

Why not. Are you the dibs police now, Weiss. Are you.

[usedglaciate]

No, but that's like calling dibs on calling shotgun. You can't just go around doing that.

[callbacks]

I dunno, as Earth's preeminent scholar on dibs law, I'm pretty sure my technique checks out. It's the same concept as patenting intellectual property, it was my idea first so I get to take it to the bank.

[usedglaciate]

Preeminent scholar on dibs law? Really, Dave?

[...but at least she's laughing. Point to you, Strider.]

[callbacks]

[The laugh earns her a sliver of a smile in return.]

It's a specialized field. I'm in high demand.

[usedglaciate]

I'm sure you're flying all over Johto settling dibs disputes. Dibsputes?

[callbacks]

Yes. Those exact 'sputes. See, you get it, you know how to pick up what I'm putting down. You could be dibs police, I'm willing to sponsor you through dibs cop academy.

[usedglaciate]

What, pray tell, does it take to be dibs police?

[callbacks]

Street toughs and a heart of gold. You gotta be incorruptible to walk the dibs beat, girl.

[usedglaciate]

I think I've got that.

[callbacks]

Then I look forward to seeing you on the force, Officer Schnee. Someone's gotta maintain order in this town of people grabbing shit willy-nilly without even considering the time-honored "I saw it first" regulations. Rule twenty, subsection B, for the record.

[usedglaciate]

[Weiss grins, snapping to attention and giving a salute.]

You've got it, Detective Strider.