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[scorpiospider.livejournal.com]

[Sometime during the middle of the day, a text was sent out]

Uuuuuuuugh.
Someone mind explaining where the hell I am? This is kind of dum8.
I mean, who takes someone a8out to die and puts them on a weird island like this? Laaaaaaaame.
Ugh and I need to clean up. Some8ody point me to an a8ulation trap or 8athtu8 or whatever you call it. This red shit is gross.

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[stripping.livejournal.com]

It's just sympathy of whatever kind you'd like to call it.

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[scorpiospider.livejournal.com]

Just... shut up.

[Vriska moved over to the bed... and proceeded to strip it and make a pile with the bedding] I'm going to sleep. It's too early for this crap.

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[stripping.livejournal.com]

But that's my bed.

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[scorpiospider.livejournal.com]

And you don't have a proper recuperacoon, it's now my pile.

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[stripping.livejournal.com]

Where am I supposed to sleep?

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[scorpiospider.livejournal.com]

Not my problem. [Vriska burrowed into the pile]

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[stripping.livejournal.com]

This is how I'm repaid? Hmmph.

[He settled himself into a chair. Far be it from him to argue with an adolescent girl. Who apparently fed people to spiders, but he wasn't thinking about that now.]