(Someone just woke up in a new place.)

[armorangel.livejournal.com]

[It took everything that Varon had to not freak out so instead, he opens his door and looks down the hall. Left, then right. Nothing out of the ordinary here. One week and two places, nothing really surprises him much anymore.]

Oi! What is this place? Who's in charge!?

[He's not in a bad mood, just...confused? Yeah, that's the better term.]

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One trollkid for you. I can ditch the font color/typing quirk if it bugs you. So just let me know.

[alltakingurnose.livejournal.com]

[What Varon will find himself looking at is obviously not human. Tavros is short, has grey skin, yellow eyes and horns. Also, he's in a wheelchair. He just kind of stares for a moment.]

[spottedtraveler.livejournal.com]

Hello. You are in an apartment complex. My name is Samantha what's yours?

[cows-withguns.livejournal.com]

Your in an appartment complex.

[Says the guy sweeping up some broken glass in the hall. He doesn't look up from his task yet. He doesn't want anyone cutting their foot.]

And Allen's the one in charge. But I can help if you want.

[lackslucidity.livejournal.com]

[Vexen is peering around a corner at Varon. Oh good, fresh meat new person.]

In Granddaddy's house of course. Did you bring me klondike bars?

Hey look. MORE trollkids. No amount of culture clash will prepare you. HONK.

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[Someone squeezes a bike horn rather loudly right behind you.

Nothing like sharing a bit of good proper mirthterror with the new arrivals. He has the best of intentions, but Gamzee's taste in joy has always been a little strange, and it's just been getting stranger as he's been going off of his drugs sopor slime pies...]