carcinoGeneticist [CG] began trolling tentacleTherapist [TT]!
CG: IS CALLIOPE OKAY?
CG: ROSE THIS IS IMPORTANT.
CG: FUCKING ANSWER ME!
CG: BITCH CUNT MOTHERFUCKER!
CG: ANSWER ME! GODDAMMIT THIS IS LIFE AND DEATH!
carcinoGeneticist [CG] ceased trolling tentacleTherapist [TT]!
Karkat was close to a panic attack. He wasn't going to stop trying to contact someone. He sent a message to ectoBiologist and gardenGnostic, asking them to try and talk to Rose. Then he messaged turntechGodhead.
carcinoGeneticist [CG] began trolling turntechGodhead [TG]!
CG: I NEED YOU TO TELL ROSE TO MESSAGE ME.
TG: you dumbass why hasnt it occured to you that shes sleeping
TG: its 3 am
TG: most people are asleep
CG: FUCK! WHY AREN'T YOU ASLEEP?
TG: i was but i woke up from this crazy weird dream
TG: there was a sentient dorito and lil cal
TG: fucking weird
TG: i think mr t was there at one point but i cant be sure
CG: STOP SMOKING POT BEFORE YOU GO TO BED, MORON.
TG: this may surprise you
TG: i have never done drugs in my life
TG: because drugs arent cool
TG: crack is whack dawg
CG: FUCK I'M LEAVING NOW.
TG: dope
TG: more like nope
TG: cocaine
TG: more like nocaine
TG: sopor
TG: more like you will be so poor after you get addicted
TG: lsd
TG: more like ls bitch please
CG: THAT ONE WAS LAME.
CG: I'M GONNA SEE IF SOLLUX IS AWAKE.
TG: okay
TG: im gonna try and sleep
TG: hopefully ill remember my dream in vivid detail
TG: ill tell you all about it
CG: YOU DISTURB ME.
turntechGodhead [TG] ceased pestering carcinoGeneticist [CG]!
carcinoGeneticist [CG] began trolling twinArmageddons [TA]!
CG: HEY FUCKASS.
CG: CAN YOU HELP ME OUT.
TA: iif you a2k niicely then 2ure
CG: PLEASE HELP ME FIND A WAY TO CONTACT SOMEONE WITHOUT BEING TRACKED ON EITHER END.
TA: that2 no problem
TA: when do you need iit by
CG: AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.
TA: what are you gettiing your2elf iinto
CG: A POLITICAL SCANDAL AND GANG MURDERS.
TA: dont get your2elf kiilled
CG: I'M TRYING.
CG: URANIUMUMBRA IS CALLIOPE'S ACCOUNT ON HERE. TRY TO CONTACT HER. DON'T TALK ABOUT ME, THAT MIGHT GET YOU IN TROUBLE. IF SHE DOESN'T ANSWER, TALK TO ROSE OR ROSE'S OLDER SISTER.
TA: ro2e ha2 an older 2ii2ter
TA: why do all of my friend2 have an older 2iibliing
CG: I DON'T KNOW. I'M GOING TO GO, I NEED TO FIND SLICK.
TA: dont let hiim kiill you eiither
CG: I'LL TRY.
carcinoGeneticist [CG] ceased trolling twinArmageddons [TA]
Karkat closed his laptop and tried to breathe slower. Logically, he would be safe for a while. The Midnight Crew and The Felt had been in a stalemate of power for years. If Karkat was attacked, he'd have the full support of one of the strongest gangs in Genesis City. But his friends didn't have that benefit.
He checked the time. Three forty-five a.m. With luck, Slick would be awake, and not drunk. He left his room, trying to walk quietly. He heard Kankri's snores from the room beside him. Even in sleep, the guy was loud. It took him nearly five minutes to descend the stairs. At night, the creaks in the house seemed to be amplified, deafening.
He heard a loud laugh, a slam of a bottle, and a thwack. From the sound of it, the members of The Midnight Crew were playing cards, and Slick had added another hole in the table. Entering the dining room, Karkat was assaulted with the mixed smell of liquor and smoke. They were playing poker. Droog and Slick had the most chips, with Boxcars trailing not too far behind. Deuce had a depressingly small amount of chips, but appeared to be enjoying himself nonetheless.
"Slick," Karkat said, foregoing greetings. "We need to talk."
"Let them hear it, kid. It's about today, right?"
"Yeah," Karkat replied, sitting at the empty seat. Boxcars offered to deal him in, but he refused. "The guy who died, he was in hiding for years. He got me my informant from The Felt, and suddenly turns up dead."
"How were you talking to your informant?" Droog asked.
"Pesterchum."
"Too easy to be hacked. The Felt now has the potential to access your account, find you, and kill you." Karkat shrugged, swallowing uneasily. "You might have to stay holed up at the casino for a while."
"I have finals tomorrow," Karkat protested.
"Can't let him miss those, that'll look suspicious," Slick said. "Ms. Paint could drive him there and back. She won't mind if it's to keep him safe. When his tests are done, we'll put him into hiding."
Droog considered this. "I could take a few days off and watch him, Spades," Boxcars said.
"Won't be necessary," Slick replied. "The doll is more than capable of watching his sorry ass." Karkat glared at Slick, then got up to leave. As he walked out, he heard Deuce say, "Gee, he really must've screwed up!" Then a chorus of agreements.
Karkat scowled and went back up to his room, not really caring whether or not he was being loud. He went into his recuperacoon, not bothering to strip, before realizing that he had a math final tomorrow. Fuck.