[SCENARIO CONTINUED FROM HERE.]
You select the second oldest of the available files. An observation log — COLONY keeps these, or so you assume. He never leaves commentary or notes to organize them. He probably just memorizes them instead.
The terminal beeps beneath your fingertips, every click practically a gunshot in the quiet room. Thanks to your pass you are technically permitted to be here by the system — but you know better. There are security measures here that were not to be violated. If you are discovered, if THIS is discovered, you would likely be in trouble.
The screen loads. Text fills the margins. After a moment, you realize that it is not just a file; it’s a transcript and an audio sample. There’s also a small attachment of some kind, likely an image.
You play the audio.
[LOADING. . .
(A short period of complete silence. Then, rustling as footsteps approach, and the familiar whir of a door. A familiar voice fades in with them.)
“… I told you, it isn’t going to work.”
“So you’ve said, Captain.”
(The door whirs again. Locks.)
“Please don’t call me that. Everyone keeps calling me that. Really I mean, I don’t even know what to do with…”
(The sound of movement. Footsteps, slightly heavier but more measured than the first. The sound of something opening with a mechanical hiss — a containment unit?)
(A quiet sigh. It’s barely audible.) “That… isn’t what I think. Right? Another one?”
(A chuckle.) “Don’t sound so unenthusiastic. It’s terrible for morale.”
“Le—“
“Just put them on, won’t you? It can’t hurt. One more trial.”
“… Fine! Fine.”
(The footsteps draw closer.)
“Good. Now grab my hand.”
(A clang, like somebody knocked into something.)
“No.”
“Trust me.”
(Rapidly receding footsteps joined by another set.)
“No!”(A loud bang, like a fist slamming against metal. The footsteps stop.) “No.”
“It’ll be fine.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I’m right.”
“This isn’t the answer. It isn’t going to — it’ll never be the answer, Leander, and I don’t even know what it — you know you can’t, right? Can’t come back? Doing this won’t let you see her agai——!“
“Captain.”
(Silence.)
“… shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.”
“Prove it.”
”Leander, please.”
“Grab my hand. This will work.”
“…”
“I swear.”
(The seconds tick by. Then.)
“You...”
(Another chuckle. Warmer in tone.)
“Didn’t I say I would do it? Didn’t I promise?”
(Laughter. Loud, nearly hysterical laughter interrupts him. It’s boisterous, disruptive.)
“You did! You did, you… you magnificent bastard, you really found a way to———“]
The audio ends.
You stare at the screen. No matter how long you look at it, the text does not continue, the audio file does not extend. All that remains is a single attachment. Frustration makes your jaw tense, but you don’t have time to waste being angry. You’re running out the clock as it is.
You click it.
[LOADING. . .]
And then the screen goes dark.
No. Not just the screen — the whole room blacks out. Every terminal flickers off, every bulb extinguishes. For a moment, there is total, unfamiliar silence. Even the faint electric buzzing that comes with electronics is gone.
You are completely alone.
You turn, grasping blindly at the records pass, the imprint of the screen still on your eyes. You stumble for the door, and to your surprise the pass blinks green, the only light left in the room. It opens and you shove your way through into the hall —
Only to slam into a barrier. You look around.
There is no hallway.
Of all times for the paths to shift…
The room you are in is tiny. The door behind you closes, and there is no scanner on your side, nor a handle. It is completely featureless. There is no way to open it.
You call for COLONY. There is no answer.
You call for the Captain. There is no answer.
You call for help.
You call for help.
You call.
You call.
you.
c a l l.
. . .
. . .
. . .
[YOU CANNOT BE TRUSTED.]
[. . . ]
[THE CAPTAIN WILL LOOK FOR YOU.]
[. . .]
[BUT THE CAPTAIN WILL NOT FIND YOU.]
[ . . . ]
[I AM SORRY.]
[I AM SURE THAT MEANS LITTLE. BUT I AM.]
[CURIOSITY IS NOT A TERRIBLE THING.]
[BUT I WAS UNDER THE IMPRESSION THAT HUMANS QUITE LIKED CATS.]
[. . .]
[A POOR JOKE.]
[I CAN’T HELP BUT WONDER IF IT WAS WORTH IT.]
[I DOUBT IT.]
[BUT I DO HOPE.]
(Scenario End. Ending: “Status Quo”.)
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VYVYAN WAPITI. - My Trollsona! :)
So I received a few questions about who exactly Vyvyan is, and I am making this post to answer properly.
He is my trollsona! :) And also a character that I very shamelessly inserted into my Ampora ask blog because there is something wrong with me. Also, I am not a virgo, I am actually an aquarius (go fucking figure), and Vyvyan is only a jade blood because I took a quiz and it said Jade better fit me personality wise, and honestly I kinda agree. Anyway- this post will include some art of him, and also like, basically everything about him, for anyone who's interested. <3
(Sorry if any of the art is low-res. I had to compress some of it cus I work on big canvas sizes :( )
HOMESTUCK MANDATED CHARACTER FACT FILE:
NAME: Vyvyan Wapiti (Pronounced Vivian Wah-pee-tee. Vyvyan is my middle name, and Wapiti is a type of deer.)
HANDLE: thoughtformChoreographer
AGE: 12 sweeps old (at the time of the ask blog. During Sgrub, he was 8.)
GENDER: Male, he/him`
HEMOSPECTRUM: Jade blooded
LUNAR SWAY: Derse
GOD TIER: Sylph of Mind
QUIRK: Starts sentences with --<<, meant to represent a tree. Ends sentences with 4242. . Replaces a/A with 4, and s/S with 2. Speaks with full grammar and punctuation, using caps and more punctuation for exaggeration. Will also occassionally use smiley faces in his text.
LAND: Land of Trees and Change
STRIFE SPECIBUS: Lanternkind
SYLLADEX MODUS: Confessionary Modus (Every item in his sylladex is assigned an emotion/thought process. Vyvyan has to outwardly say how he is feeling or express a self affirmation to get an item out of his modus, which is a good way of keeping himself and processing his feelings on the regular.)
WHO EVEN IS THIS DOUCHEBAG? WHAT DOES HE DO? WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS?
Vyvyan Wapiti is known on Earth-C as the "licensed professional who owns the Nature and Rehabilitation Centre". He is in charge of the facility, which is basically a mixture of a rehab centre, private hospital, mental ward and nature exhibit all in one. He is also part of the "Sburb/Sgrub Rescue Team" which will be mentioned later. He was granted these positions by Karkat, and Karkat was also the one to assign Gamzee to him as his first (and most prioritised) patient. Gamzee was incredibly volatile and was struggling to recover when first introduced to Earth-C, and everyone else was too scared or ignorant to try and help him, so Vyvyan took up that role, and his condition has since improved. He is, however, unfortunately stuck in rehab possibly for the rest of eternity, and lives there with Vyvyan.
Vyvyan makes occassional appearances in the Ask The Ampora's ask blog as Dualscar's caretaker, also. Dualscar appears to dismiss Vyvyan quite often and refuse his care, of which Vyvyan imposes on him, as jade blooded sylphs typically do.
WHAT'S THIS GUY'S DEAL?
Vyvyan appeared in Earth-C along with his friends (Castor, Linnea, and Autumn) after having completed Sgrub with flying colours and basically as little difficulty as it gets with a game so complex and traumatising. There is little explanation for why these 4 did not reap their reward of a new universe, however they all agreed the game must've deemed their session too easy, and decided they should merely live in someone else's won universe as opposed to creating their own. None of them are unhappy with this, as they were each granted positions they are quite content with, Vyvyan especially.
He and his friends run the "Sburb/Sgrub Rescue Team", a group dedicated to contacting players from doomed or infertile sessions to try and save/preserve/console them in numerous ways that would not disturb the flow of time and space. Most of these endevours are somewhat fruitless, however, they did manage to save the "Stuck...Stuck?" crew.
OKAY, BUT LIKE, THE JUICY STUFF. WHERE'S HIS TRAUMATIC BACKSTORY?
Back on Alternia, prior to Sgrub, Vyvyan was a very atypical troll. For starters, jade bloods are already rare as it is, especially male jade bloods, as most are female. Not only that, but he was not the most responsible of trolls. He was in charge of caring for a mother grub, as all jade trolls are assigned to do so. However, having lived in deep forest for most of his life, he became addicted to the effects of mushrooms he found within said forest. The effects of the hallucinogenics he would ingest quite often would leave him very mentally and physically unwell, and unable to properly care for his lusus or himself. One day, his mother grub died of unknown causes - however, Vyvyan's neglectfulness and deteriorated mental state was the main blame of this untimely death. The mothergrub was too young to have created a matriorb, and Vyvyan was sure to be culled for the failure he had become. However, when sitting aimlessly waiting for death and nook deep in a bad trip, a similarly atypical deer-like lusus found him. He was adopted by it, and given a second chance instead of slaughtered like any other in his position would have been. His new lusus quickly corrected his behaviour, teaching him what was/was not safe to forage, how to help himself, and eventually, how to help others. As Vyvyan grew up, he realised there was not much mercy on Alternia for those struggling from mental disorders. The heavy stigma meant there were almost no outlets for support. His big dream was to create something similar to the human concept of therapy and counselling, but for Alternia. This was an impossible feat to accomplish, until, of course, Sgrub happened. When introduced to Earth-C, Vyvyan was finally given the resources needed to create such an outlet for trolls in need of help. And he now spends his days spreading this kind forgiving treatment to anyone who may require it.
WHAT A LOSER LMAO.
Anyway yeah!!! Thats my lil guy :)
Some additional info ig:
He is dating Autumn, @digitalminstrel's trollsona (she is my gf irl :3 hehehehe!!!! <3 )
He is close friends with Linnea (@henryscircus) and Castor (@seeingstarzz)
Vyvyan is NOT a rainbow drinker, but feel free to ask him about this!
He and Gamzee are soulmates, however have not properly discussed this and therefore have not realised their potential for moiraileagence. This is because Vyvyan's JOB is to look after Gamzee, and Vyvyan does not properly realise how defensive he can get with Gamzee even when not in his presence. To his other patients, it is quite obvious he has a favourite. The 50/50 is Vyvyan acting as the stand-in lusus Gamzee never had, and Gamzee being on his best behaviour and even physically protecting Vyvyan like a guard dog should he become endangered (which happens unfortunately often, as some of his patients can be quite volatile as Alternian trolls are not entirely used to the whole idea of therapy).
He still likes foraging, and part of his daily activities with recovering patients is going on long walks, specimen watching (birds and bugs), observing rivers and other natural structures and (Gamzee's absolute least favourite) early morning hiking.
Vyvyan's quirk is a nod to 42 being my special number. It is also a nod to 42 being the answer to the universe.
He has a very slight lisp
Vyvyan does not speak to all of the heroes and doomed trolls on Earth-C, however has interacted with Eridan (who visits Gamzee sometimes), Tavros (who visits Gamzee frequently), Equius (who comes to rehab for anger management and anti-castism), Karkat (who appointed him to have such a facility in the first place), Gamzee (his first patient), and Sollux (who is contacted whenever the Rescue Team base encounters power outages or other technical difficulties.)
Vyvyan is diurnal, and unfortunately, Gamzee is now as well. Most of his other patients are nocturnal, and so Vyvyan sometimes does both day and night shifts. He wants more people to work at the centre with him to help him run it, however the only person who tried to sign up so far was Kankri, and Vyvyan did not see him fit to be a therapist just yet. (--<< Ther4pi2t2 need to uh... Do le22 t4lking, 4nd more 4ctu4l li2tening to their p4tient2! 4242.)
ANYWAY YEAH so thats my trollsona. Thank you for reading if you at all bothered :) feel free to ask him anything!
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