[This whole dress thing isn't going to fly. Neither is that talking cat thing, although that's not the weirdest science experiment Rude's ever had the misfortune to see, some nasty shit had come spilling out of Hojo's lab during the years. Still, she sits up and wonders why she doesn't have a pounding headache, because if this isn't some horrible hung-over delusion she's got no idea.

She doesn't like when she's got no idea, but she doesn't let it show on her face, just wants her pants and maybe a weapon, or a clue. Although she'd settle for her goddamn sunglasses. It takes her a minute of glancing around to find the pile of things, and that just annoys her further. Did she undress herself in a fit of too-much-to-drank? Or had someone else done it, and if so, did they need to be introduced to her fists. She eyes the vine distrustfully as she changes, but if she's dreaming, she's gotta play by the dream's rules.]

...Any of you 'cats' seen a loudmouth redhead 'round here? Goes by Reno, doesn't know when to shut her fuckin' trap?

[Might be hoping too much for her partner to be in this same fucked up dream with her, but she might be a little too used to getting into trouble together.

Rude pushes her fingers up under her sunglasses to rub the bridge of her nose before adding,]

A drink wouldn't hurt either.

No, I take that back. Let's go with the drink first, she can wait.

[ A long time is spent accessing the vine by this new individual. She tries several times to write a message, resulting in nothing more than a few harsh scribbles before ink explodes over the scroll. Three times they flash across the Vine before she gives up and, finally, a video flickers to life. She looks to be in her early teens, grey-skinned with yellow eyes bearing deep, rich blue circles beneath them. She has long black hair and a set (or half a set) of candy corn horns poking out of her head; one shaped like an arrow, the other broken off near the base. There's a sickening rip -- and part of the vine crumples to the ground in her hands. ]

Oh, shoot.

[ She stares at the broken plantlife and then at the mirror in for several seconds, brow knitted together in very visible irritation. Eventually she opens her mouth to speak, revealing a set of very sharp and several broken teeth, and it will be hard to miss the wheezy, scratching tone of her voice. Still, she comes off sounding commanding. ]

Karkat, if you are listening, my confrontation with the highblood did not go as contrived. Indeed, I was unable to bring myself to subdue her and lost consciousness in the resulting conflict. Actually, I am not even sure if you are within a position to receive my message at this point in time, as I am unsure how many hours may have passed since our encounter. I am equally unaware of my placement upon awakening.

[She pauses again, expression serious.]

It seems I have somehow been transported back into the game.