Jane Crocker (
cyan_maid) wrote in
jackabeelounge2017-03-26 08:30 pm
Call Me Out!
Feel like threading something out with Jane? Homestuck's canon, AUs, taking place within a game she's had CR with one of your characters with, meme-type prompts, text conversations, or otherwise? Come at me, bros!
Just warn for anything like gore, smut, etc. in the title of your toplevel and let's get down to business!
Just warn for anything like gore, smut, etc. in the title of your toplevel and let's get down to business!

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The voice that comes out of the Recognizer's loudspeaker is low-pitched and heavily synthesized. "UNIDENTIFIED PROGRAMS LOCATED. WARNING: SUBMIT YOURSELVES FOR RECTIFICATION OR BE SUBJECT TO IMMEDIATE DERESOLUTION."
Expecting compliance, the improbable vehicle begins to descend. Aradia glances at Jane, uncertain. "Um, Jane? I don't know what it's talking about but I think we should go."
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And then the voice speaks. Programs? Rectification? Deresolution? Nope, none of this is making any sense except for Aradia's proposal, which sounds pretty great to be honest. "Yeah - yeah, let's get out of here!"
LET'S LASS SCAMPER THE HECK OUTTA DODGE
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They flee together down the sidewalk. Aradia dodges and darts between oncoming programs where needed, but she feels slow. It's not just the flight. Her reaction time is down. She looks over her shoulder, where the thing is easily keeping pace with them, and raises a hand trying to stop it - with time, with telekinesis, anything - but of course nothing happens, so with a frustrated grunt she's eyes forward again.
Soon they reach a T-intersection, and Aradia skids to a stop. Which way...? Does it matter, though? She decides it doesn't, and turns back to Jane. "Split up! It can't chase both of us!" - and without waiting for a reply, she takes off.
But she's not even a few steps into the road before she stops again - a second Recognizer has arrived, at a little distance down the cross-street. "Oh, come on," Aradia whines, and she does a 180 and returns to Jane. The which-way problem has inadvertently been solved, I guess.
Above and not far behind them, the Recognizer repeats, "ALERT: ROGUE PROGRAMS. SUBMIT YOURSELVES FOR IMMEDIATE DERESOLUTION..."
(It is a very good thing that these guys don't have guns.)
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"Shit-"
Running off towards the only direction they have left, what do they do, shit, shit!
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Well, they can't go forward, they can't go back - what now?
Sideways, though, someone sticks out their arm from a narrow gap between two buildings, less than a meter wide. "In here! Quickly!"
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The person who pulled them in here is hard to get a good look at. He looks to be male, and he's wearing lit-up clothes like to the other locals, and he has short, white hair. Other than that, though. At one point Aradia calls up to him, "Thanks, but who are you?" but he only replies, "Later! Run silent for now."
It feels like forever before he comes to a stop. He feels around on the wall for something, and although it looks perfectly smooth, he soon finds it. A portion of the wall simply dissolves, and he steps through, motioning for them to follow. The gap closes the moment they're through, showing no sign that it was ever there.
For a moment, the small room on the other side is lit only by the glow from their clothing; then the running lights come on. The man presses his hand to another panel, and the elevator - it's an elevator, by the way - begins to descend.
It's only now, catching their breath, that they really get a look at this guy. His face is unfamiliar, but he's definitely young, handsome and bright-eyed. He laughs, relieved. "That was close. Thank the Creator I got to you in time... Are you all right?"
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There is more than one part of that statement that Aradia has questions about, so she starts with the one that jumps to mind first. "'Strays,'" she repeats, looking to Jane for confirmation. "Didn't one of those guys at the junction call us that?"
Hash nods again, and smiles patiently. "Stray programs, yes. Those who've lost their identity disc. I understand if you're confused - losing your disc can wreak havoc on your memory. Don't worry. You'll feel like yourselves again soon enough."
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"Right," Aradia says. "And we are not programs, either. We are very much living, breathing, organic people." And we intend to stay that way.
Though they're the only ones in the elevator, Hash glances over his shoulder as if to make sure no one overheard. Then he eyes the two of them with apprehension and... even a hint of wonder. "You claim to be... Users?" he says, his voice quieter.
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Aradia glances at Jane and shrugs, as if to say I don't get it either, then follows Hash outside.
The next area is a round room, much too large for its sole occupant, who rests in a sleek armchair in the exact center. She's tall and elegant, with pale hair pulled into a tight bun, thickly outlined eyes, tall wedge heels, and a form-fitting outfit. As with Hash, though, there's a prominent ring, roughly a foot in diameter, attached to her upper back. Unlike Hash's pale blue circuits, hers are white.
She doesn't get up as the three approach, or even acknowledge their presence. Only after Hash awkwardly clears his throat does she respond. "Yes, Hash," she says.
"Isa," he replies, nodding once.
Isa finally turns her head, sizing up her guests with an aloof expression. "More strays? You do love making more work for yourself, don't you, Hash?"
"Almost as much as I love making work for you, my dear," says Hash. Smooth line, but his delivery leaves much to be desired. "But it's worth it if I can keep them out of the Games. Would you mind, uh, spinning them up, please?"
For a moment Isa merely watches him, but then... "Very well." She rises from the chair with - it's certainly grace, but a grace that's oddly mechanical. There's a certain regimented precision to her movements. A small pedestal rises from the floor, and she passes her hand over it, summoning a ring like the ones mounted on her and Hash's backs. "Who will be first?"
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Jane steps forward. "I'll go first."