"John: Open message." Rose kept her eyes at the projection of the computer screen at all times while Hussie clicked on the button below the panel, simply named "Show Pesterlog".
Caliborn was considerably less interested in Homestuck, but nevertheless, the amount of attention was sufficient and therefore, somehow, the action of the opening of a pesterlog seemed to do a number in his brain. "AAAAAAAAAAAH! TEXT! TEXT! HIDE IT! HIDE IT!" he started shrieking, as if he had gotten a burn, and ran out of the projector room into his own newfound second floor room.
Rose and Hussie glanced at each other. The blonde only had these words: "I wonder what kind of pain reaction was that."
"Well, Caliborn never liked pesterlogs in Homestuck." Hussie could only answer with knowledge of Homestuck, rather than knowledge of the "real-life" Caliborn, who until this point had never even read a pesterlog. Rose shrugged and decided to check on Caliborn herself, and thus left the projector room.
Rose found Caliborn covered with water. Perhaps truly this was a physiological reaction, rather than an expression of an opinion. However, he wasn't too happy to see Rose around in his own room either. "HEY, BLABBERMOuTH. THIS IS MY SPACE. GET OuT OF IT."
"Can't I just pay a visit?"
"NO."
"Also, I understand that you're a cherub and all and that your reaction to text might be different to that of a human, but please. Homestuck is still ongoing."
"ALRIGHT, FINE." Caliborn brushed the water off of his face and exited his room. He and Rose then went back to the projector room, where the same pesterlog between John and Dave was still displaying.
However, this time Caliborn didn't show any sort of negative reaction. Perhaps the fact that so much text appeared in the blink of an eye scared him almost to death. If anything, Rose and Hussie were both some sorts of detectives, like the proverbial Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson, solving any mystery in their sights, including the mystery of how cherubim act in the light of their reality and other cherubim.
...Was Dr. Watson's first name really "John"? Rose wondered where she picked that up from.
At any rate, Rose began reading the pesterlog. She narrowed her eyes in disgust immediately after the mention of Little Monsters; Hussie had a point that horned punk monsters were a terrible idea. And if that wasn't the worst thing, John and Dave were apparently discussing that scene where Howie Mandel, playing the role of the horned punk monster Maurice, peed in a bottle of apple juice, as whatever prank he and Fred Savage's Brian had construed to be funny. Not to mention, the whole idea of Little Monsters was just that there's a monster dimension from which the monsters do all sorts of mischief towards innocent children, who get blamed for the mischief in turn. If Rose was somehow in the movie, she would probably have ended up dismantling the whole monster dimension to begin with.
At any rate, the conversation eventually reached the matter at hand; the Sburb Beta, which for some reason was one of the main focal points of Homestuck, despite the fact that Rose was hearing of it for the first time. Apparently, while John hadn't gotten the beta, Dave already had two copies, and yet John was willing to play the game and Dave wasn't. And since the circle of friends – both in real life and in Homestuck – was rather limited, there was no question that Rose, the one in the story, would have been involved into the matter as well. It was only a matter of time before...
"WHO EVEN CARES ABOuT THESE DOuCHEBAGS AND THEIR MOVIES ANYWAY. IS THERE AN ACTuAL STORY TO HOMOSuCK?"
"All in good time."
"LOOK, IF THAT "GOOD TIME" INVOLVES THOSE THOuSANDS OF PAGES. EVEN IF REAL PLOT IS ON BY THE PAGE ONE THOuSAND. THAT WILL ALREADY BE TOO LONG FOR ME."
"Look, you're not even tending to your sister now. You have every opportunity to leave..."
"THE TRUTH IS. THAT YOu WANT ME TO READ THE WHOLE ADVENTuRE ANYWAY. YOu ASKED ME. DON'T YOu REMEMBER?"
Hussie sighed and clicked on the next page. Luckily for Caliborn, there were no more pesterlogs with their text traps; instead, there was a simple picture of John's front yard.
"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS ROUND OBJECT HANGING FROM A TREE."
"The tire swing."
"TO ME, IT'S STILL A uSELESS APPENDAGE. TO AN ALREADY BORING NEIGHBORHOOD."
"Couldn't we have gotten more people, really? As of now, the whole readership of Homestuck is basically me and the ornery alien fellow."
"Don't you dare insult the almighty Homestuck fandom like that." Hussie's eyes remained blank, but that didn't mean that he couldn't give Rose a death glare anyway.
"I meant the readership that is right here, right now."
"Oh." Hussie felt a bit stupid; though, being stupid and misunderstanding his own characters was what happened to him a lot of times during the past two days.
"What was that thing that you said about a fandom again?"
"Well, as you see, everything was submitted by a not-so-small not-so-close circle of forumgoers, for a time. But then the people changed and became this neverending machine that puts out fanart, fanfic, fanventures, fan music, basically fan everything. That's why the cosplayers are still persistent, even a year after Homestuck is done. They just can't let go, and repeat their catchphrase: "Good fandoms don't die, they become Classic Tier.""
"Classic Tier?"
"Based on a concept of Homestuck, God Tier, wherein... I think I said too much." Hussie was contemplating his words as something that guides his current Homestuck readers through their adventure, alongside the adventure itself, and that he mustn't squander the opportunity.
It was timely thinking; the opportunity just came for the beta kids in real life, and now the opportunity was finally showing up in Homestuck.