Janine might be another good name for Piggot.
Ooh, or for the ironies, Director Joy(ce) Piggot.
I wasn’t kidding when I said there are a lot of good J names.
Tag: 10.3p1
Janine might be another good name for Piggot.
Hello, test subjects. Jerry here.
I just wanted to thank you once more for taking part in today’s experiment. If you are still sentient and capable of moving your body by any means – be it legs, arms, tentacles, burping or something else – please proceed to the waiting room to fill out the questionnaire.
Scribes will also be available for those who can no longer write for whatever reason. Please refrain from eating the scribes, as they cost about twenty bucks each to replace. Also, if you must devour other test subjects, please wait until they’ve finished the questionnaire.
After you’ve finished the questionnaire yourself, you may leave the premises through the door to the left.
Thank you again for your participation.
While awaiting trial, Armmaster spends some of his time reading Homestuck, after remembering that Miss Militia recommended it to him a while back.
He finds himself relating quite a bit to Vriska Serket, a morally ambiguous character who, largely due to her desire to be important and draw attention, tries to set things up so she gets to be the one to kill the bad guy. (And also loses an arm at one point.)
Headcanon: Besides her Homestuck shipping charts, Director Piggot also keeps shipping charts involving the Wards and Protectorate (separately, of course). Unlike her more personal and more deeply hidden Homestuck charts, though, the PRT shipping charts are based entirely on which relationships make for better PR, and thus largely match the hero fandom’s most popular ships.
It has not occurred to Piggot that Dragon has full access to all files in the overall system, including those that are normally only accessible to the specific users. Dragon is fully aware of Piggot’s secret Homestuck shipping and disagrees vehemently with most of her ships.
Dragon’s OTP is Terezi ❤ Sollux.
Headcanon: Besides her Homestuck shipping charts, Director Piggot also keeps shipping charts involving the Wards and Protectorate (separately, of course). Unlike her more personal and more deeply hidden Homestuck charts, though, the PRT shipping charts are based entirely on which relationships make for better PR, and thus largely match the hero fandom’s most popular ships.
End of Parasite 10.3
This was a good chapter, though some parts were kinda forgettable.
Nah, I’m kidding. It was overall a good battle and I love someone’s power, though I can’t for the life of me remember whose.
And then Dragon. Welp. I don’t know what all she can do remotely, but I wouldn’t underestimate her. One thing I guess she could do is send remote-controlled mechs into the building, but this is her filesystem we’re trying to copy, and she probably had a hand in designing a fair bit of the equipment around here. I’m guessing she can do a lot more.
By the way, I don’t think we’re ever going to actually see Dragon in person. It seems like her gimmick that she always, always, is remote and computery. She didn’t even show up to the Endbringer battle in person, as far as we know.
In fact, the only evidence we have that she isn’t completely virtual is that she’s supposedly the one building mechs and Birdcage security measures and such.
Anyway, next time, lets face the cold wrath of the Dragon. See you then!
Dragon. She was onto us. Yeah, that was pretty bad, as these things went.
Yeeah.
“Elevator’s down.”
“Of course it is,” Tattletale sighed, “There are stairs, through the door by the little window, where the tourists look in,” Tattletale said.
Down as in further down the shaft, or disabled as a way to hinder the Undersiders?
She waited with one hand poised over the USB drive.
A half second before the last blue dot on the screen disappeared, the entire room plunged into darkness. The computer screens went black.
…shit.
Silence reigned for a few heartbeats. It wasn’t Grue’s power, though. I could hear my own breathing.
“Someone cut the power?” Imp asked.
“No,” I heard Tattletale, “Separate power source, buried deeper beneath the building.
Hm. Then what?
Same with the computers, there’s nothing upstairs or even in the city that could turn them off. They’re hooked up to that power source, they’ve got internal batteries, and the only external connection is by satellite linkup. They might terminate our connection to the computer database via the satellite feed, but not the lights.”
In that case, something’s definitely fucky here.
Shadow Stalker, any trouble outside?
“So this is bad?” Imp asked.
A computer generated face appeared on the computer screens, illuminating us and our immediate surroundings with the pale glow the image cast. I didn’t recognize the face, but I could guess.
…Dragon.
What is this, some sort of preprogrammed security measure against exactly what Tattletale was doing?
Also is this an actual video call or a prerecorded message? I’m inclined to guess the former.
“Bad luck he got one of us, yeah.” Tattletale made a face, “Regent, let us know if there’s movement from Grue up there, through Shadow Stalker.”
Good to have a literal extra pair of eyes sometimes.
“We’re going to have to fight our way through their reinforcements if we wait too long,” Regent said.
Right. That’s a bit of an issue.
“Probably. But not the Protectorate. The only one who could get here fast enough to matter would be Velocity, and he’s dead.”
Let’s hope there don’t show up like fifty PRT soldiers, then.
“They could have new members like the Wards did,” I said.
That is a good point. Hell, the Wards are in the process of recruiting another one, who would be able to get here in a jiffy.
Tattletale frowned, “True. They recruited those guys fast. Especially since they’ve been here a few days.”
Well, that’s not quite what the situation is. Actually, this might be a good time to point out that Weld and Flechette were at the Endbringer battle.
“Either way, we should make a quick exit,” I advised. “Fast as we can manage, anyways, with Grue being stuck like he is.”
As the screen filled with more gibberish, reaching the point where there was more white text than blue background, we prepared to make our exit.
Yeah, better hurry.
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