[They reach the communal kitchen with little trouble, and Terezi lets go of his hand to rummage around. They don't have separate bottles of applejuice, but they do have some juiceboxes and a large jug of it. She takes the juiceboxes and fills a large glass pitcher up as high as she dares. She rummages and procures, in addition to that: a quart of strawberry icecream, a bottle of analgesics (which she has to identify by scent as she isn't familiar with the way humans label their medicines), and a plastic receptacle full of something that says "chicken salad" and smells good even though she doesn't know what it is.
She divvies the spoils up and shoves half of them at Dave, then sniffs around.] Anything else you need?
[There's all sorts of interference in this, visual glitching and white noise and an unholy sort of screeching periodically, but it appears to be an attempt to record (photograph?) a drawing, at first, then shifts up toward the flowers that are apparently the subject of said drawing before turning around to the artist herself, her brow furrowed and finger tapping the bracelet for a moment before the feed cuts out. It looks a heck of a lot more troubling than it should with all the errors.]
[There is a fuzz of static, and an audio feed that should have been a video that only reveals half of a word:] --mmine? [before fizzling into thirty seconds of static.]
[It's thirty seconds that she sits through, squinting at the screen in a way that could be argued as either cute or very unbecoming. Was that--? This time, the video is on purpose. Every moment of visual is grey and distorted and jagged, but there are a few snatches of distinguishable audio.]
[-- Ah. Definitely Terezi's account. (She thinks.) It's an easy enough message to decipher, she thinks, unless she's making some kind of huge oversight somehow.]
--m f-ne --mething must b- wr--- --th the -etwork. My bracel-- ---ms --ay but I c------ -----st-nd you e------.
Oh for fuck's sake. My messages keep being bounced around to other people. Glad you're doing fine, most people are here too. Some frost bite but the healers are taking care of that.
This is stupid. First, Roxy is stuck in Zaglo. Then Naruto's message of brohood goes everywhere. Now we're playing fuckin' Jeopardy. I'm not buying a damn vowel. If Loki wasn't laid out, I'd think he was screwing with us.
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