Apocalypsestuck .:A Homestuck RP::Open:.

[Skrooker]

(I was not.

Notified.

Of ANYTHING.

What's going on here?!?!)

[remade]

(message may not have sent. I'll check my outbox)

[b l u r r yg h o s t]

[ didn't we agree on,

Post-apocalyptic Earth setting.

The Homestuck characters (fan and canon) are the only survivors after the unknown cause of the planet's destruction and are forced to rely on each other for survival, despite the fact that the Earth is crumbling apart from the inside and the odds are stacked against them.


? o.o ]

[Skrooker]

(If we did, I was not notified of it. And that scares me a little. Kinda important for the person who started the roleplay in the first place to know what the plot is, right?)

[b l u r r yg h o s t]

[ lol didn't you think of it though? XD ]

[Skrooker]

(Well, yeah, but I didn't know if we'd all agreed to do it. I take everyone's opinions into account, and was not notified of said opinions, so of course I had no clue as to what we were doing)

[Evil Muffin Overlord]

(I honestly don't mind. That one seems fine to me! ^.^)

[Skrooker]

(Okay then. Since it seems we have all agreed here, and my miniature panic attack is over with, I shall start. Just give me a moment and I'll edit this when I'm done prewriting)

"Daily log number 83.

So far nothing has happened. Other than Becquerel and I, as well as the occasional lizard or rabbit and the everlasting swarms of flies, the landscape is barren of life. I suppose I must thank Bec for staying with me, even though I know as well as he does that I am only the link to seeing his mistress again, if she is still alive, that is. But still, a dog's company is better than no company at all.

The nightmares are less frequent, but they are longer and more grotesque now. Sometimes I can't stand to close my eyes, out of fear of seeing that hideous green monster with his blind, bulging eyes searching me out, seeking to end me... Sometimes it seems so real I can't tell between nightmare and reality anymore...

I have seen no survivors, or heard of any; the place is so quiet a car alarm can be heard from fifteen miles in any direction, especially unhindered by the leveled and crumbling buildings. Without Bec and my log I'm sure I would have spiraled slowly into insanity long ago. Maybe it still might happen. I don't know."

Haley stopped the recording and put the tape recorder back into the backpack she carried along with her before pulling out an open bag of lemon drops and popping one in her mouth. Luckily she still had several more bags; she went through them quickly. Alongside the candies she had several bottles of water and just about any canned food she could salvage from abandoned grocery stores. And of course, a battery-operated music player and headphones, and then more backup headphones in case the wires broke. She needed music, apocalypse of not. Did it still count as stealing if there wasn't any government or police force to stop her and deem it a crime, or if it was the only thing keeping her alive? She didn't know. And frankly, she didn't care.

Other than Bec the only company she had was the occasional lizard or a swarm of flies. The flies were in plenty because of the dead bodies strewn about the globe, and the lizards in plenty because of the flies. She really didn't know what had happened; she merely woke up one day to find just about everyone on the planet dead. After a thorough check of her hometown she had deemed with relief that none of the bodies were those of any of her friends, so there was a good chance they were still alive. If they had managed to survive the past three months of desolate wasteland and limited food and water supplies.

Haley sighed and leaned back, rolling the lemon drop -- now rubbed smooth by her tongue -- around inside her mouth, sucking it gently. Heavy metal blasted in her ears, succeeding in calming her down alongside the tangy sugar bomb in her mouth. She still wondered how everyone she knew was faring if they were still living, Karkat especially. They had known each other since their diaper days and Haley knew that he was not really one to keep himself together during a crisis. Like that one time back several years ago, when Karkat had gotten the bright idea of jumping off the roof with a trash bag for a parachute -- God, he was stupid back then. She had tried to stop him and had ultimately failed, and Kankri was tasked with catching them both, only for all three of them to end up tangled in a barbed-wire fence and in hospital beds for nearly three weeks. Karkat had panicked then, and he was sure to have panicked at some point now. She chuckled at the old memory and started stroking the ever-alert Bec lying on his belly beside her. "Wake me up if something happens, m'kay?" The white dog grunted in acknowledgement, and she slowly drifted off into a nightmare-free sleep, with Five Finger Death Punch blaring in her ears.

"I've been a thousand places and shook a million hands
I don't know where I'm going but I know just where I've been
I've flown a million miles and I've rode so many more
Everyday, a castaway, a vagabond, battleborn"

[Evil Muffin Overlord]

Keplyn huddled himself against the wall of a house, as he had found himself doing more and more often at this point. It was the only one he had found where the sight and smell of the disaster couldn't follow him, and that was a relief. He leaned his head back, and closed his eyes, hoping only for a bit of sleep. Instead, he began to remember the awful things that had already happened since that day... Waking up, and everyone was gone, dead, except him, as far as he could tell. Keplyn had run through the town, searching desperately to find someone, anyone, who wasn't lifeless. That first day, he had just collapsed outside, underneath a huge oak tree, and cried. He didn't remember how long he had cried, or when he finally fell asleep, but Keplyn had kept himself from crying since then. Mostly, he just wandered, looking for supplies, because at this point, he had given up hope of finding even a single soul. Breaking windows, picking locks, and taking what he could find, that was his life now, because who was left to care anymore?

Foriot looked around, even though he knew it wasn't needed. It was an instinct though, he couldn't stop himself from it. But he looked around, and picked the lock on the door quickly. He then stepped inside, and closed the door after him. The house was huge, compared to the other places he'd been raiding lately. Foriot rubbed his hands together, and got to work. He first found the kitchen, and checked the fridge. Most of the stuff in there wouldn't be good, but some things don't need to be cold. He grabbed a few juice boxes, and put then in his messenger bag. Then he checked the cabinets, and raided a few boxes of cereal, two cans of tomato soup, and a box of Triscuits. Foriot figured it was enough for right then, and that he could come back later if he needed. Curious, though, he went upstairs, and checked out the rooms. The beds were certainly nicer than the one he'd been using, and after all, there wasn't anybody to tell him that this house wasn't his... With a grin, he threw the bag down, and fell backwards onto the bed... His bed, he decided. His house.

(Is this okay? I figured it's been a while, but I wasn't sure how long, so I made it more... Fluid, time-wise. ^.^)

[itsfaye]

((Is Dirk still open or am i late?)