[The video feed comes on to show a scowling Karkat. He has various bandaids plastered over his face and neck, though some of them appear to be peeling off.

Just off the feed, there’s the sound of sneezing, coughing, and swearing between the phlegm clogged breaths. Karkat closes his eyes at a particularly angry coughing fit. When he opens them again, he focuses on the feed and scowls.]

Can you humans keep your fucking hideous germs to yourselves? I am fucking bathing in snot thanks to you shitfigurines.

[Another sneeze from the background, and Karkat growls.]

See? I fucking swear, if you infect anyone the fuck else, I will unleash the motherfucking trollocalypse. Your weeping and crying shall be my swan song of joy. I will smear the ooze you have caused all over you, and I’ll -

[Another coughing fit. Karkat breaks off, putting his palm over the feed.]

You fucking disgust me, Pyrope!

[It doesn’t muffle the undercurrent of worry that shows through his anger, of course. His fingers scrabble at the comm and he cuts the feed, but not before bumping into something and swearing loudly.]

[In the shelter, a certain sailor soldier is heading back to where she ought to be after talking down Venom. She's rather exaggeratedly tiptoeing through the halls like that will actually help her go unnoticed, dressed in pajamas and bunny slippers. With any luck, she'll be able to just get in the door to her room and sneak right back into bed without anyone noticing whatsoever and pretending she never left at all.]

[Yeah, because there are absolutely no flaws in the plan at all.]

[OOC: Anyone is welcome to bump into her on her way through the shelter, and Team BSSM plz to be bursting her bubble~♥ :3]

[Harry is, once again, doing some more exploring of the dome! This time, his wanderings have brought him to the pet cafe, where he is sitting down, looking curiously at a little black puppy. It's strange - the only dogs he's ever known are Aunt Marge's and the less said the better, or Fang who's way too big but nice, or Fluffy, who is...a three-headed hellhound. There's just no other way of saying it. So he's not used to puppies, basically. This one seems okay, and it doesn't look dangerous...

And it's actually very friendly, Harry realizes belatedly as he ends up with an armful of warm puppy. Said puppy nudges his hand and barks - but not, Harry realizes, in an angry way.

It wants...something? Harry's not sure what, for a moment, but he figures it out pretty quickly: dogs like being petted, right?

... This really isn't so bad, he decides.

tl;dr: there's a kid in the pet cafe befriending a puppy. Bother?]