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<p class="no-indent">Did he hear her right? He can’t imagine she
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could <em>possibly</em> mean...</p>
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<p class="calliope">CALLIOPE: gamzee.</p>
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<p class="no-indent">Calliope puts her hands together and pulls
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back, smiling sweetly. Her voice is sugar-sweet again.</p>
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<p class="no-indent">Dave gives him a light bro-punch in the arm
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and tries to smile.</p>
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<p class="dave">DAVE:enjoy your date</p>
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worst fears.</p>
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<p>But his worst fears are confirmed for him without him having to
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do anything, unfortunately, which seems par for the course.</p>
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<p class="jane">JANE: Good morning.</p>
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<p class="no-indent">Jane sits up in the bed and stretches her arms
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over her head. Her body is a perfect hourglass in naked profile.
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Jake’s eyes trace the curve of her spine against his will. They
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Lollipop on his bedside table. It sits, like evidence at a murder
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scene, beneath an empty bottle of vodka and far more sets of
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underwear than the number of people accounted for in the room.</p>
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<p class="jake">JAKE: Um...</p>
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<p class="no-indent">...Jake says, but Jane shuts him up with a
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finger over his lips. She slides into his lap and settles her
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bottom into the space between his thighs. There’s a blanket between
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<p class="no-indent">Jane stares up at him, her eyes so bright
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they’re practically clear, like tropical water on a sunny day. She
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looks like girls do right before they’re about to cry.</p>
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<p class="jane">JANE: Jake...</p>
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<p class="no-indent">Oh, how could he deny her anything?</p>
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<p class="jake">JAKE: What was i even saying? Im being terribly
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<p class="no-indent">It’s not the most rousing speech Jake has ever
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given, but it seems satisfactory enough for Jane. He releases a
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tremendously relieved sigh when Jane breaks into a smile.</p>
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<p class="jane">JANE: Oh, Jake!</p>
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<p class="no-indent">He flails when she kisses him. But this time,
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there’s no doubt he hasn’t said no.</p>
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<p class="no-indent">Still no answer. Dave lets himself in. It’s
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not like his bro would actually mind. They’re family, after
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all.</p>
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<p class="dave">DAVE: bro</p>
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<p class="dave">DAVE: hey</p>
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<p class="no-indent">Silence throughout the studio. Dave starts
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flitting from room to room, checking for any signs of Dirk.</p>
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<p>This is strange. The guy doesn’t usually go out to do things,
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<p>John sneezes.</p>
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<p>Dave and Karkat jump apart like opposing magnets.</p>
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<p>Oops.</p>
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<p class="john">JOHN: uhh, hi guys!</p>
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<p class="no-indent">John waves dopily and hopes that he doesn’t
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look as buffoonish and mortified as he feels. Dave and Karkat are
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still staring at each other from the corners of their eyes, warily.
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ringer for her old Witch of Space uniform. Jade touches the body
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with the toe of her shoe, and then gasps when it rolls over to
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reveal its face.</p>
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<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
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<p class="jade">JADE: its...</p>
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<p class="jade">JADE: ME???</p>
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</div>
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<p class="no-indent">Karkat and Dave stick their heads over the
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edge of the pit.</p>
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Makara-Crocker is at her side, serving as her ever-faithful shadow,
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holding her arm to steady her as she tries to revive teen-Jade’s
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corpse.</p>
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<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
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<p class="jane">JANE: Jake!</p>
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<p class="no-indent">Vitriol leaks from every letter of his name.
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John and Dave exchange a knowing look: who’s supposed to be the
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kismesis here, again?</p>
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are standing shoulder to shoulder, very much in stable, devoted,
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interspecies Love. Kanaya catches that gaze, and holds it, for a
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very long, tense moment.</p>
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<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
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<p class="jane">JANE: Um. Roxy...</p>
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<p class="no-indent">Kanaya interrupts, tone clipped and dry.</p>
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<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
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<p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Perhaps We Should Not Talk About That
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<p class="no-indent">It takes the corpse a while to reply. Everyone
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waits for her to speak. When the words leave her mouth, they send a
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chill through the cathedral air.</p>
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<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
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<p class="calliope-dead">JADE: i am not jade.</p>
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</div>
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<p class="no-indent">Slowly, Jade raises her head. The stage makeup
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Roxy applied earlier is running down her face in dark rivers. Her
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eyes are solid black. Even more than black, it seems. They are
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<p class="no-indent">She twitches her dog-ears and raises her face.
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Her mouth is a neutral line, but her eyes are burning
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furiously.</p>
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<p class="jade">JADE: i heard everything</p>
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<p class="no-indent">The two of them stare at each other for a long
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time. John isn’t sure how he’s supposed to read this moment. He
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used to know Jade better than he knew anyone, but in recent years
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</div>
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<p class="no-indent">John and Jade stop. There is another shadow
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cast in the doorway. A much darker one.</p>
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<p class="jane">JANE: Excuse me.</p>
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</div>
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<p class="no-indent">She says in a sugar-sweet voice.</p>
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<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
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<p class="jane">JANE: But what the FUCK is going on in here?!</p>
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edge of the door. Everyone else is clustered around the doorway.
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Jade stares at John with a dark expression. After a beat of
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silence, Harry Anderson starts crying.</p>
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<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
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<p class="john">JOHN: i... i...</p>
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<p class="no-indent">Roxy won’t meet his eyes. Dave won’t either.
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John turns to Tavros, opens his mouth to apologize, but the kid
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just ducks deeper into the closet, trembling.</p>
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<p class="no-indent">The meteor is passing beyond the fall of
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night. Dead-Jade, standing half in light, half in darkness, looks
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up at the sky.</p>
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<p class="calliope-dead">JADE: not soon enough.</p>
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</div>
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</div>
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</body>
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get used to, living hand-to-mouth inside a cave. It’s that
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persistent fucking leak directly above his desk that is driving him
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to distraction.</p>
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<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
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<p class="karkat">KARKAT: SWIFER!</p>
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<p class="no-indent">Swifer Eggmop pokes her head into the
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chamber.</p>
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horns and distinctive shoulder-hunch. Of course.</p>
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<p>John snorts back his tears and jaunts forward with a jolly
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wave.</p>
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<p class="john">JOHN: hi, karkat!</p>
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<p class="no-indent">Karkat blinks and looks up, startled out of
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his thoughts. He’s grown gaunt since John last saw him in real
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life. In his Alternian military fatigues, and his admittedly
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elegant bound. John watches him rappel down the cliffside until he
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disappears beneath the precipice shadows. Wow. Karkat grew up to be
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kind of cool. Who would have guessed?</p>
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<p class="dave">DAVE: no john dont do it</p>
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<p class="no-indent">John spins on his heel to see Dave in the
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doorway, holding a bottle of champagne. He looks smart in his
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three-piece tux, but he’s still sporting the same old Stiller
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picture is still in his wallet: faded, dog-eared, marred by ragged
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white lines down the center from being folded and unfolded so many
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times, deep enough to be called valleys at this point.</p>
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<p class="john">JOHN: right.</p>
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<p class="dave">DAVE: right</p>
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<p class="no-indent">They fall silent for a moment, soaking up the
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atmosphere, sipping their booze, contemplating the suckiness of
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being an adult. Dave lets out a soft laugh and slaps John on the
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crater and peers through the smoke.</p>
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<p>He recognizes the ghost immediately, because he sees a younger
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version of her almost every day.</p>
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<p class="john">JOHN: vriska?</p>
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</div>
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<p class="no-indent">Vriska’s face snaps up, eyes blazing. Eyes.
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Actual eyes, with expression, color, pupils, and everything.</p>
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<p class="no-indent">Jane’s eyes rake up and down Gamzee’s body,
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like she’s carefully considering her response. Her face is
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expressionless when she answers.</p>
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<p class="jane">JANE: Begone, clown.</p>
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<p class="no-indent">Jane turns, and waves the security away. The
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uniformed men drag Gamzee from the bridge. The sound of honks
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a wheezy, guttered honk. It comes out slowly, mournfully, like a
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broken bike horn getting backed over by the rear wheel of a
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hearse.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): EVVVVVVVVER</p>
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<p class="no-indent">She spins out from under his flailing arm and
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does a full 360-degree pirouette off the fucking handle to deliver
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a ruthless Knife Chop straight to the cartilage at the center of
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and honest. Her eyes are perfectly clear. There is no other word
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that could possibly do justice to her expression. She looks
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happy.</p>
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<p class="rose">ROSE: Thank you.</p>
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<p class="no-indent">She comes forward to give him a kiss on the
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cheek. John wraps his arms around her shoulders, pulls her into a
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tight hug, and breathes in the scent of her hair. Whatever the
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tangled black hair, and stunned faces, her expression begins to
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slowly melt. It then drifts quickly, from phase to phase, to one of
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wonder, then anguish, and finally, abject horror.</p>
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<p class="john">JOHN: oh god.</p>
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<p class="no-indent">Vriska and (Vriska) both start shrieking at a
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pitch John’s only ever heard one time before. It was a sound that
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once accompanied the end of everything. A sound once heard the
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backs up a few steps, studying the corpse. If her body language
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signals any remorse or sadness, the witness in the bushes certainly
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<p class="vriska">Vriska: (Eep!)</p>
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<p class="no-indent">Oh shit. (Vriska) had already forgotten about
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her, somehow. Her stylishly dressed teen duplicate, who surely just
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witnessed not only the original feat of debauchery, but all the
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compromising activity which followed as well. (Vriska) would
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probably need to have a few words with her.</p>
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<p class="vriska">Vriska: Um...</p>
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<p class="no-indent">Vriska stands up slowly from the bush,
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obviously trying not to look at the lifeless clown. She puts a hand
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behind her head and seems to be casting about desperately for the
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<p>When next he’s jostled awake, it’s by a figure that looks
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uncomfortably like—</p>
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<p class="john">JOHN: dad?</p>
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<p class="no-indent">As John blinks away the sleep from his eyes,
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the man looming over him comes into focus. It’s not his dad—it’s
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Jake Crocker. Who actually is his dad, but in a far more
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like being dashed with a bucket of ice water, though. All of John’s
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gloom and malaise surges back to the fore like air filling a
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vacuum. He feels hungover.</p>
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<p class="john">JOHN: oof...</p>
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<p class="no-indent">John lies immobile on the floor tile. Jake
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draws up to look down at him in confusion, striking a pose that is
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<p class="no-indent">He runs a hand through his hair, and looks
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<p class="dave">DAVE: i think im gay</p>
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<p class="no-indent">Obama purses his lips in that trademark way of
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his—thoughtful, serious, contemplative. He nods slowly, letting the
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silence grow, as if considering precisely how to deliver the most
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<p>Wait, this doesn’t seem right, she thinks. When she closed her
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eyes, she was dramatically lingering about her bedroom at home.
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<p class="rose">ROSE: John!</p>
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<p class="no-indent">She shoots up in bed, tugging the IV taped
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under her elbow. Kanaya is sitting at her bedside, hemming a
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sundress. She thins her lips and gives Rose a half-lidded look.</p>
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fixed on the window at the other end of the room. The night is
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dying behind the thin, pale curtain. She can barely see the
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moon.</p>
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<p class="no-indent">She looks back to Kanaya, eyes wide and
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<p>She holds her thoughts. They can wait, and there’s much to
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discuss. She taps a button, and lowers her head a little closer to
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a mic on the panel.</p>
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<p class="rose">ROSEBOT: Dirk.</p>
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<p class="no-indent">She supplies a courtesy pause, as if waiting
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for him to reply. He usually doesn’t.</p>
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his chest. She bounces them there a few times, enjoying the way
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troll skin is just a bit thicker than human skin, taut like the
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membrane over a poorly maintained drum.</p>
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<p class="jade">JADE: a husband....</p>
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<p class="no-indent">She begins walking her fingers up the length
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of Karkat’s sternum. Karkat knows damned well what a husband is.
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He’s been force-fed enough bad movies from Dave to pick up any
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<p>It would be pretty easy to mistake his reaction for arousal, so
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it’s understandable that Jade is extremely surprised when Karkat
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snaps his jaw shut and chomps down on her hand.</p>
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<p class="jade">JADE: OW!!!!</p>
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</div>
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<p class="no-indent">She flies back, literally, spiraling up
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towards the ceiling so fast that her skirt puffs up and she gets
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all tangled in her clothes for a few seconds. She clutches her
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</div>
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<p class="no-indent">Jade pinches his ear and twists hard, smiling
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pleasantly.</p>
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<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
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<p class="jade">JADE: get fucked karkat</p>
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</div>
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</div>
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</div>
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</body>
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corporate bailouts?</p>
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<p>Well, Jane thinks with a heavy sigh, now that she’s not running
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for president, it doesn’t really matter, does it?</p>
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<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
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<p class="jane">JANE: Jake?</p>
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</div>
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<p class="no-indent">Jane feels rather like a princess in an
|
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animated film with the way her voice echoes up three flights of
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circular staircase. The mansion is dark and cramped—tall, narrow
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@ -353,6 +356,9 @@
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face. His eyes are so green, and they’re glittering with naked
|
||||
adoration, for her. It’s all for her. He nudges a knuckle under her
|
||||
chin and tips her face towards him.</p>
|
||||
<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
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<p class="jake">JAKE: Jane...</p>
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</div>
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<p class="no-indent">He’s so close that Jane thinks he might kiss
|
||||
her. She shuts her eyes and lets his husky wine-breath wash over
|
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her face.</p>
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@ -372,6 +378,9 @@
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<p>But Jake doesn’t register her mortification or frustration
|
||||
either. He just keeps smiling and gazing into her eyes, warm and
|
||||
drunk.</p>
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||||
<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
|
||||
<p class="jane">JANE: Well, then.</p>
|
||||
</div>
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<p>With a deep sigh, Jane shoves Jake off of her and stumbles back
|
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to where his horrendous-tasting wine is stored. She pops open a
|
||||
bottle of briny-smelling moscato and tips it back—this embarrassing
|
||||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
@ -214,6 +214,9 @@
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|||
like a rock on the outside, but has a layer beneath like mulched
|
||||
flesh. Kanaya’s hands are soaked blue with bloody yolk when she
|
||||
finally lifts the grub and holds it up to the light.</p>
|
||||
<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
|
||||
<p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Rose Look</p>
|
||||
</div>
|
||||
<p class="no-indent">Rose looks. All troll grubs appear kind of
|
||||
samey, but this one has a familiar look about her. Asymmetric
|
||||
horns, one crescent, the other harpoon-like. A mussed mane of hair
|
||||
|
|
|
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|
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<dc:date opf:event="publication">2019-04-20</dc:date>
|
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<dc:date opf:event="modification">2019-10-27</dc:date>
|
||||
<dc:date opf:event="modification">2019-10-28</dc:date>
|
||||
<dc:rights />
|
||||
<meta content="0.9.18" name="Sigil version" />
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<meta name="Sigil version" content="0.9.18" />
|
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<dc:identifier id="BookId" opf:scheme="URI">ExNdphPEM</dc:identifier>
|
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</metadata>
|
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<manifest>
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