SBURG: A Homestuck RP

There was a frantic ruslting of blankets and pillows as Ronald Blanche awoke from his sleep. The room was dark and by consequence it was rather difficult to see anything. He glanced at his alarm clock. Seven AM.

His clothes were drenched with sweat and his jacket hung off one of the bedposts. He dropped out of bed and slid the jacket back on. It'd been one of those dreams again. Less dreams and more... something that skirted the borders between a dream and a nightmare, really. The scary stuff was there and it was horrifying, but, in some small way, Ronald knew he was safe from it. Protected from that unseen, unknown terror. Made him feel a bit heroic, even.

But, Ron mused as he stepped out the door and headed for the living room, he was no hero. Nope, just an entertainer. Run turned to give a friendly nod the the stuffed raccoon wearing a tophat and monocle before plopping down on his couch and accessing his Sylladex. He groaned a bit, inwardly. This thing was always such a pain in the ass to use, even after he'd memorized several of the puzzles.

The tiles clicked into place, forming the shape of a cell phone which then fell into his lap. He picked it up and looked down at the keypad, wondering who among his limited circle of friends to call. Organisation was key during these things and he didn't want anyone to be out of the loop. Plus, he was lonely. But that wasn't the point.

Though the fact that they all lived in the same place tended to make these kinds of communications rather pointless.

edited 15th Jun '11 8:14:54 PM by Bindlestick

[S] Basse: Rise Up.

Basse rose out of her bed, her hair in a tangled mess and her eyes encrusted over with that ugly grime that always appears after even the most peaceful of rests. In this case, Basse hadn't managed a particularly restful session of sleep, because she had been burning the midnight oil well past midnight, or to 6 AM to be precise. It was now 7 AM, so exactly an hour had been given to her to rest in peace. And now she had to run for school. The bus would come by in fifteen minutes. She needed to dress up, gather her supplies, and if she was lucky procure some sort of nourishment for the morning. She had no time to waste. She cursed herself for not being able to somehow get herself more time.

Basse was running five minutes later, having thrown her usual boring ensemble on and was now brushing her teeth on the move. She ran for the communal kitchen and hoped that nobody had moved her backpack where she had left it yesterday night. She normally brought it up with her, but she had been particularly exhausted after that study session and so had left the supplies sprawled out on the dining table.

edited 15th Jun '11 8:09:26 PM by Katsuun

Ron's stomach rummbled. In his rush, he'd forgotten the need for breakfast. He paused to consider what kind of idiot would ignore the most important meal of the day. Not one he'd want anything to do with, that was for sure.

He headed into the kitchen and spotted Bass. "Mornin'." He muttered. "How'd you sleep?" This was a joke, of course. Most everyone in the apartment knew about Basse's sleeping habits.

The books were still there. Good. Ron was there. Damn it. She flicked her now used toothbrush at him in irritation, and even as she did so she was already piling up her stuff on the table into her backpack.

"Spare me the comments, 'Ronnie'." Basse didn't really mean it, of course. Ron was a genuinely nice guy and she liked having him around. She was just generally under a lot of pressure. She had been called yesterday by her parents at dinner. Oh dear had that moment been awkward. "Do you think I have time to actually eat something before I run off to the bus stop like a putz?"

The toothbrush smacked Ron's forehead, though his expression didn't change. "I think there's a couple of breakfast bars or something in the cabinet." He sat down, his arms crossed on the table. He retrived Isabella from his Strife Specibus and ran his fingers across the keys. "Something up?"

edited 15th Jun '11 8:30:19 PM by Bindlestick

Basse: Food. Now.

Basse had her back to him, rummaging through the cabinets he had pointed out.

"Oh, you know how it is. I'm constantly under pressure and never seem to have time to-" She at that point turned around with two of her favorites on hand. "Oh god, please don't play. I don't need to hear that now." She didn't really hate the accordion, it was more of an ironic loathing. He was actually pretty good.

Basse was greeted by the sight of a bobcat wearing comically large sunglasses sitting in the cabinet. It appeared to be hissing at her, though its expression and body were rigid and unmoving.

"Relax, I wasn't going to play her. Just needed to make sure she was still there. S'a comfort thing, you know?" A beat. The smile on his face drooped slightly. "You don't like my playing?"

>Jack: Wake up already.

Jack awoke with a start. He had had several unsettling nightmares the previous night, but he was absolutely sure that nothing eventful would happen today. He strolled into the kitchen and saw Ron and Basse. He started making some toast while mumbling greeting to Ron and Basse.

Ron looked at Jack. "Morning, sleepyhead. How's things?" He inquired while fetching a box of cereal from the cabinet.

Basse: Oh shit you didn't mean that.

"No no no, I don't actually mean-" Her phone suddenly went off. She had set it to time five minutes to the bus' arrival, which she needed to get to the pick up point. "Oh god, I'm sorry!" She hastily scooped up her backpack and ran out before anybody could say anything else. She didn't even notice Jack coming in, she was moving so fast.

As she ran, her mind suddenly began to get dark thoughts. If she had seriously insulted Ron, if her apology wasn't sufficient due to being cut short... she was suddenly very nervous and she forced down a bite of the cereal bar to calm herself. The bus was still far away, she still had time...

She managed to run to the station on time, but she was a total wreck when she got there. She had very nearly broken down crying while running over, between her paranoid thoughts and her exhaustion. Every day. Every day it was like this. Because she didn't have the time.

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

- American Entrepreneur, John D. Rockefeller

edited 15th Jun '11 8:44:09 PM by Katsuun

Ron slowly shook his head as Basse left. "Poor girl. Could use a little more... joy in her life, you know?" This question was directed at nobody in particular, but Ron wasn't really expecting an aswer. Especially not from Jack.

edited 15th Jun '11 8:48:14 PM by Bindlestick

>Answer Ron

Jack sighed. " She just needs to...To slow down a little. Enjoy things, you know?"

"I know, right? I mean, I know she's busy and all, but she needs to have a little downtime on occasion, you know?" Ron said as the flakes fell into the bowl, clacking and clattering as they did so. He paused and dug a spoon out of a drawer. "You ready for the game tonight?"

edited 15th Jun '11 9:04:33 PM by Bindlestick

>Realize the toast is burning

Jack smiled. " Oh sure! Of course I..." he stopped for a moment. " Aw, SHIT!" He had just realized he had burned the toast.

Not turning out to be a good day so far.

Ron chuckled at Jack before sitting down and eating. "You were saying?" He said, barely holding back another laugh.

edited 15th Jun '11 9:35:12 PM by Bindlestick

Jack mumbled something, sat down, and started eating his burnt toast.

"What was that?" Ron said as he took a moment to pick up Isabella and give the intrument an experimental squeeze. She was like a third lung to him. A noisy lung with keys and buttons on it that could be used to play music.

edited 15th Jun '11 9:39:47 PM by Bindlestick

>Steven: Awaken

The sound of an alarm clock goes off, as you rise from your slumber. The sun was probably shining outside or something beautiful and poetic to rant about, but, you wouldn't know. After all, you keep any doors to the outside world in your dwellings locked up with tightly vieled, dark curtains.

With a start, you get dressed in your usual attire, and at a fast rate, at that. Due to your room's position, you can hear just about everyone culminating in the kitchen. You can hear a school bus leaving, so obviously Basse must be out the door. You surmise that the other two could be anyone, your boarding house containing around six people. There's a good chance one would be Ronald, seeing as he seems to wake up earliest out of all of them. Of course, that also makes chance for Jack.

Of course, though your penchant distaste for the outside world leaves you lacking in some areas, you still like to converse with closely recognized friends. After all, you probably wouldn't want to play these games together if you all weren't at the least somewhat close.

So, you go down stairs quietly, and enter. Seeing Jack and Ronald, you grin happily and speed up a little.

"Hey...How's it going guys?..."

edited 16th Jun '11 2:36:34 AM by lightdarkhero250

>act like you're still half asleep again

You start mumbling and look like you're about to fall asleep. You love seeing Ron and Steve's reactions whenever you do this.

"Dudeyoualright?..." You wonder, inspecting the friend's state before shaking your head, not knowing what's wrong...

>Promptly worry a little, then get annoyed.

You pull back your expression of confusion in the blink of an eye. Jack seemed to always pull this kind of stunt (If you'd call it that) in the morning, and you always fall for it, even though you know he always gets a good amount of sleep.

"Come on...You know I worry about stuff like that real easy..." You return to your lax state, though with odd anticipation. For you can't wait for tonight's 'special event'.

edited 16th Jun '11 8:51:52 AM by lightdarkhero250

>Chuckle at your friend's gullibility

Steve is always good for a laugh. You finish eating your toast.

Ronald chuckled a little. He turned to Steve, that smile still plastered on his face. "Mornin', Steve. You ready for the game?"

"Yeah!...Been waiting all night...but...I guess we gotta wait for Basse to get back..." Steve started to search the kitchen for something to eat as well, obviously feeling hungry, although he didn't eat much.

"So...It's pretty much a co-op kinda deal...or something like that, right?..." He scavenged the fridge for even that lightest thing he could have for breakfast.

edited 16th Jun '11 11:37:02 AM by lightdarkhero250

"Yeah, pretty much. Some kinda' building thing, I've heard. Gamebro did a review on it but..." Ronald made a face that suggested that he wasn't going to touch that piece of garbage with a twenty foot pole.

>Force yourself out of bed.

Walter slammed a hand onto his alarm clock. He had the day off from work because someone had apparently managed to break twelve windows while riding around on an office chair. Probably that confounded Richard six cubicles down. Anyway, he'd agreed to fill in a slot on a computer game the other tenants were playing. He forced himself up and put on some old clothes.

Walter then plodded downstairs and into the kitchen. He opened the fridge and was about to get himself some decent food.

"Good morning fellas. We... hey, wait! It looks like SOMEONE ATE ALL THE EGGS! ALL OF THEM!"

edited 16th Jun '11 11:48:44 AM by Krautman