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CG: LISTEN THE FUCK UP @EVERYONE.

TG: dude its 4 in the morning

TG: what the fuck

CG: CHECK ON YOUR FUCKING SPRITES.

CG: JANE JUST HAD A MISERABLE FUCKING EXPERIENCE WITH HERS JUST FULL ON FUCKING DISAPPEARING.

CG: AND NOW WE HAVE ONE MORE MOUTH TO FEED. AS IF SHIT WAS NOT STRESSFUL ENOUGH.

GG: oh god

GG: is that why my head is killing me

CG: WHO KNOWS. YOU'RE KIND OF A SPECIAL CASE.

CG: THAT MIGHT BE IT. SAY SOME CRYPTIC FUCKING SHIT THAT ONLY SPRITES WOULD KNOW.

GG: ummm

GG: i got nothing.

CG: WHAT IS AN ULTIMATE SELF?

GG: thats the question of the century huh! ._.

GG: i think we should strive to be our best selves every day

CG: OKAY. I PICKED A REALLY BAD FUCKING QUESTION I GUESS, BECAUSE THAT'S PROBABLY WHAT A SPRITE WOULD HAVE SAID ANYWAY?

CG: BUT IT'S ALSO WHAT YOU WOULD HAVE SAID IF YOU WERE REGULAR AND WORKING ON YOUR INSIPID REGULAR BRAIN.

CG: IT'S A TOUGH MIX TO TRY AND DECOUPLE.

GG: :c

GG: be nice my head hurts

CG: I'M SO SORRY M'LADY. MUST I HIDE MY DONG RINGERS?

CG: MUST I REDUCE MY SCRAPING VINES TO A HARSH WHISPER FOR YOUR PRECIOUS FUCKING BRAINS WHILE YOUR SPIRITUAL FUCKING GUIDES ARE DISINTEGRATING BEFORE YOU?

GG: my sprite was a part of my brain!!

GG: and between that and the green sun being sucked into a huge hole in the sky

GG: some sympathy would be fucking nice. >:c

CG: RIGHT.

CG: HOW IS YOUR SPRITE, DAVE?

TG: not my sprite anymore ask jake

GT: Right! I let them out of the pendant doodad and they immediately tacklepounced a fish from 50 feet away and are giving it the walloping of a lifetime.

GT: They sure are refraining from restraint with eating that raw fish.

GT: Just making a RIGHT mess of their whole supper, more blood than there is tea in china!

CG: ALRIGHT, THAT'S PROBABLY ADORABLE, SOMEHOW.

GT: Theres so much blood.

CG: HOW ABOUT YOU, ROSE?

TT: Jasprosesprite came to my house while I was in search of something to say goodbye.

TT: It's been about 5 minutes, and I've just been sitting here since.

TT: They might still be around but it's not uncommon behavior for cats to find some place secluded to hole up and die in.

TT: They knew they were dying... interesting, to say the least.

CG: MY CONDOLENCES. BUT AT LEAST WE KNOW, RIGHT?

TT: Right.

CG: WHAT ABOUT YOU, JOHN?

CG: JOHN YOU'RE IN THIS FUCKING MEMO, I CAN SEE YOUR PESTERCHUM TAG.

CG: JOHN.

TG: ...

GG: ...

EB: nanna's gone.

TG: jesus

CG: I'M SO SORRY.

EB: it's alright. is jane here?

GG: Yes, I'm here.

GG: I've been silently freaking out, but you know. Listening.

EB: when you get a chance, she left an envelope for you.

GG: ... Alright.

GG: Hm.

GG: I'm... just really unclear on the order things seem to be happening in.

GG: I went upstairs to find my sprite's components scattered on the floor.

GG: Tavros's head and the goddamned cat, both in the same place.

GG: (He's still sleeping soundly, by the way.)

GA: Tavros

GG: Yes.

GA: Hes Back

GG: Yes. I kind of... panicked.

GA: I See

CG: I ALREADY TOLD HER NOT TO BRING BACK ANYONE ELSE.

GA: Good Call

GG: John, were we both the first to enter the medium?

EB: um...

EB: i was, then rose, then dave, then jade.

GG: Right.

EB: i don't see the connection.

GG: I entered first, then due to shenanigans I had to enter again.

GG: If it's just our sprites, and then recently, Rose's sprite, who contained Roxy's sprite as well, there may be an order to this?

EB: oh i see.

TT: Chronologically, we all entered at once, as the last entry.

TT: Sawtooth and Squarewave are our second and third entrants, respectively.

EB: wow, that's a really messed up entry.

TT: You do what you have to.

GC: NOT TO P1SS ON YOUR CORPS3 P4RTY BUT TH3R3S SOM3TH1NG SORT OF PR3SS1NG >:[

CG: WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

GC: YOUR3 4LL 4L1V3 4ND W3LL

GC: 4ND SOM3 FR34K 4CC1D3NT 1SNT GO1NG TO T4K3 YOU OUT

GC: BUT

GC: 4ND 1 DONT KNOW WH3R3 SH3 GOT TH1S 1NFORM4T1ON

GC: D1RKS SPR1T3 1S 4N 3SS3NT14L P4RT OF TH3 F1GHT

GC: 4ND 1T S33MS L1K3 H3S B33N SL4T3D FOR 4 COSM1C 3X3CUT1ON

EB: the fight?

GC: 3NGL1SH

EB: ... oh shit.

EB: um. we can grieve later.

CG: IF ARADIA IS AROUND, EVENTUALLY WE SHOULD HAVE HER BUILD A CORPSE PYRE.

CG: I'M SURE SHE'D BUILD THE SHIT OUT OF THAT.

EB: sure, what ever.

EB: we need to get our shit in gear.

EB: dirk, can you corral your sprite?

TT: Already accounted for. Dude has not left my sight in days.

CG: WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN FUCKING DOING, ANYWAY?

CG: IT SEEMS LIKE A BAD IDEA TO JUST LEAVE YOU TO YOUR OWN DEVICES.

TT: Building shit and destroying it, over and over.

TT: Arquiusprite has a technical mind that only rivals my own and enjoys destroying robots, and I've got plenty of leftover Sawhoos from something that doesn't quite need explaining, that could use a good pummelling.

GG: Scattering trickster stuff everywhere has got to be bad for your health.

TT: I don't disagree but the dude insists on it.

TT: He seems to enjoy it in a manner that borders on... fetishistic.

GG: Arquiusprite or the Sawhoos?

TT: Both.

GG: Eugh.

EB: if he's still around, we should probably get going, then.

EB: who knows how long we have.

CG: EXACTLY.

EB: karkat can you do the @ every one thing?

CG: YOU CAN DO IT YOURSELF.

EB: i'd feel weird about it! you don't, so...

CG: UGH. FINE.

CG: @EVERYONE GET YOUR SHIT IN GEAR.

CG: YOU'RE TAKING ON ENGLISH SOONER THAN EXPECTED.

GA: Mmm

CG: KANAYA, WE'RE STAYING HERE.

GA: I Know

GA: Its Just Absurd

GA: If It Were Not Literal I Would Say I Feel A Drop In The Pit Carved From Me

GA: It Is Filling With Dread

CG: WE CAN JAM ABOUT IT LATER, IF YOU'D LIKE. WE SHOULD KEEP THIS MEMO FREE, SO PEOPLE CAN TALK IN IT.

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