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[Out of Milliways, Sort Of:

We have all seized the white perimeter as our own
and reached for a pen if only to show
we did not just laze in an armchair turning pages;
we pressed a thought into the wayside,
planted an impression along the verge.]

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Outside, snow lies thick on the Milliways grounds. Or at least that part of the Milliways grounds that includes the entrance to the Labyrinth.

It's some distance from that entrance, though, where there seems to be a stirring under the snow. As of something -- or someone -- burrowing up through it.

The head that emerges in a shoosh of scattered snow is possibly familiar to the casual viewer, although less so than usual: the blue fur hood is gone, replaced by a thicker tawny-brown fur hood with tufted ears. The bright eyes that blink up at their surroundings from under the hood, though, are cheerfully yellow as ever.

"We made it!"

[Three pups, three muns, tag any or all! Open until it scrolls. Slowtime is love. ETA: feel free to tag any or all of the trolls after they have arrived in the bar!]

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Karkat's aggressive locomotion puts him at an innate disadvantage in navigating snow; Kanaya is graceful, and Nepeta is, well, cat-footed, but Karkat kicks and stomps his way through life and right now all he is succeeding in doing is creating localized flurries and stamping the snow underfoot into icepack.

After another faceplant:

"THAT'S IT, I'M GOING TO DIE OUT HERE. JUST LEAVE ME. LEAVE ME BEHIND AND COME HARVEST MY CORPSE LATER ON FOR A FRESH SUMMER WARDROBE. OR FASHION MY CARCASS INTO A TOBOGGAN AND SAVE YOURSELVES."

"JUST PROMISE TO AVENGE MY DEATH ON WHATEVER MAGICAL ASSHOLE DECIDED TO MAKE IT BE FAKEASS WINTER ON AN ASTEROID. THE WEATHER HERE IS MADE-UP AND FRAUDULENT AS SHIT IN THE FIRST PLACE, SO WHY WOULD YOU MAKE IT BE LIKE THIS IF YOU HAD THE OPTION? SOMEONE IS TO BLAME AND THERE MUST BE A RECKONING."

The fact that this monologue is delivered face-down in a pile of snow probably robs it of its proper weight. Or comprehensibility. Propping himself up on his elbows:

"WAIT, WHAT ARE YOU SAYING ABOUT HOLIDAYS?"

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Nepeta is seriously considering carrying Karkat the rest of the way.

"Mid-Sw33p's Eve? I think you're right, Kanaya. Do we want to do anything special fur it?"

"Well," she says consideringly, absently reaching down to heave Karkat up by the collar of his new jacket (hey, the armour plates act like handholds!) and keeps him upright. "Shephard might want to do a perimeter walk with us this sweep..."

"Other than that, I don't see anything wrong with doing things like we did last time?"

"GO FIGURE THAT THIS HOLIDAY ALREADY TURNED INTO A WORTHLESS JOKE..."

However, Karkat's holiday-related grumblings are all, as usual, firmly shoved down the ~~turkey~~ memory hole.