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reverielogs2018-07-14 07:44 am
oculusriffs) wrote in reverielogs2018-07-14 07:44 am
open; this is stupid but in triplicate
» WHO? Dave Strider + whoever feels like approaching!
» WHEN? after the music stops through the rest of the month
» WHERE? various spots around the station
» WHAT? shenanigans. not the kind of shenanigans that involve time travel, but the kind of shenanigans one does when there's too much other shit to worry about. pick a shenanigan from the prompts and let's go
» WARNINGS? none atm, except for the threat of nerdy rapping I guess!
[so, after a very tortuous week that very nearly ruined music for probably the entire station, and after enjoying the most powerful of sleeps that followed it, Dave's finally put himself back together enough to head up from his quarters on deck 4 and confirm what he was starting to suspect — that he is, in fact, the only Strider left on board.]
[and there's a lot that could be elaborated on here about that. like how he wishes he hadn't been too chickenshit to open up and talk about the things that needed to be said between them. and that he'd like to say sorry for the way he acted when they first met. and maybe say thanks for not being a completely terrible human being, as weird as it sounds to be thanking someone for that.]
[but frankly, that's all too much to deal with right now. so here's what he's doing instead!]
i. the garden
[not the one that's newly discovered and equipped to grow them even more actual goddamn food, but the makeshift one Haru's been keeping. because he's got a science project planted there, and ... okay, he knows well enough that it'll never actually succeed. he just wants to see how far it gets, if it gets anywhere at all.]
[and thanks to a resident walking encyclopedia on board, Dave is now aware that plants have different reactions to sounds. and there's something he's been itching to try, assuming the sweet sounds of the terrible pop music didn't kill the science project to begin with.]
[anyone who approaches will be met with a quirked eyebrow, and a pretty weird greeting, out of context.]
Hey. Say literally the first thing that comes to mind. [go on, give him a rapping prompt. he's gonna do it!]
ii. the corridors
[and if you're brave enough to haunt the same hallways Dave is at any point through the month, you might just hear a voice coming from the ceiling.]
Heads up!
[because the stupidest sword to ever be crafted, lodged in a space station toilet, retrieved, then cleaned, is suddenly also falling from the ceiling. it's not actually a threat, though — getting hit by it kinda feels a lot like getting smacked with a wiffle bat.]
[but yes, Dave is in fact floating up by the ceiling. yes, the gravity's working. and yes, he is attempting to teach himself how to wield the weird weapon properly. he knows it can be done — at least, he sort of knows how to best handle it now. and he's got nothing better to do, so why the hell not?]
iii. the observatory
[as time passes, though, Dave can't help but start to think something. that maybe, brief as their meeting was, and as much that ultimately went unsaid between them, it really, truly wasn't the worst thing that's ever happened to him, like he'd worried it might be. and maybe, by virtue of being who he was, Dirk's given Dave permission to just. completely shed the horrible shit in his own past that's been tormenting him, and move on. he probably won't ever manage to do that completely. but permission granted.]
[he'd been spending all this time trying to forget their interactions over the past two months, but now, he's suddenly realizing that he doesn't actually want to.]
[anyway, later on in the month, he's standing at a fixed spot in the observatory, staring out into the blinking void of space. try to start up a conversation, and as if on cue, he holds up a hand, in an attempt at shooshing.]
Hold on, it's coming back around.
[and there they are — two pieces of paper, floating along outside the station, enter from stage right. it might be hard to tell what they are from this vantage point, and you might need to follow them for a few steps to get the whole picture, but they're two comics.]
[one of them is a comic about a guy hooking himself up with some sick potrified pizza from a replicator that's literally shaped like a rear end. you get where this is going. the other one is something of an abridged version of a comic he once drew, where the two characters in question went to church, except instead of the whole church spiel they're failing to pull the fabled sord..... out of its porcelain altar. and he's somehow managed to render the sord..... even worse than it actually is in real life.]
[also, it's night for some reason. you can tell because he drew something like this at the top of this comic.]
[THIS IS INCREDIBLY SILLY.]
[but, also poignant, somehow? it's completely unclear how they got out there in the first place. but it almost seems like Dave meant it as a tribute, or something.]
iv. wildcard
[not enough shenanigans for you? make up your own!]
» WHEN? after the music stops through the rest of the month
» WHERE? various spots around the station
» WHAT? shenanigans. not the kind of shenanigans that involve time travel, but the kind of shenanigans one does when there's too much other shit to worry about. pick a shenanigan from the prompts and let's go
» WARNINGS? none atm, except for the threat of nerdy rapping I guess!
[so, after a very tortuous week that very nearly ruined music for probably the entire station, and after enjoying the most powerful of sleeps that followed it, Dave's finally put himself back together enough to head up from his quarters on deck 4 and confirm what he was starting to suspect — that he is, in fact, the only Strider left on board.]
[and there's a lot that could be elaborated on here about that. like how he wishes he hadn't been too chickenshit to open up and talk about the things that needed to be said between them. and that he'd like to say sorry for the way he acted when they first met. and maybe say thanks for not being a completely terrible human being, as weird as it sounds to be thanking someone for that.]
[but frankly, that's all too much to deal with right now. so here's what he's doing instead!]
i. the garden
[not the one that's newly discovered and equipped to grow them even more actual goddamn food, but the makeshift one Haru's been keeping. because he's got a science project planted there, and ... okay, he knows well enough that it'll never actually succeed. he just wants to see how far it gets, if it gets anywhere at all.]
[and thanks to a resident walking encyclopedia on board, Dave is now aware that plants have different reactions to sounds. and there's something he's been itching to try, assuming the sweet sounds of the terrible pop music didn't kill the science project to begin with.]
[anyone who approaches will be met with a quirked eyebrow, and a pretty weird greeting, out of context.]
Hey. Say literally the first thing that comes to mind. [go on, give him a rapping prompt. he's gonna do it!]
ii. the corridors
[and if you're brave enough to haunt the same hallways Dave is at any point through the month, you might just hear a voice coming from the ceiling.]
Heads up!
[because the stupidest sword to ever be crafted, lodged in a space station toilet, retrieved, then cleaned, is suddenly also falling from the ceiling. it's not actually a threat, though — getting hit by it kinda feels a lot like getting smacked with a wiffle bat.]
[but yes, Dave is in fact floating up by the ceiling. yes, the gravity's working. and yes, he is attempting to teach himself how to wield the weird weapon properly. he knows it can be done — at least, he sort of knows how to best handle it now. and he's got nothing better to do, so why the hell not?]
iii. the observatory
[as time passes, though, Dave can't help but start to think something. that maybe, brief as their meeting was, and as much that ultimately went unsaid between them, it really, truly wasn't the worst thing that's ever happened to him, like he'd worried it might be. and maybe, by virtue of being who he was, Dirk's given Dave permission to just. completely shed the horrible shit in his own past that's been tormenting him, and move on. he probably won't ever manage to do that completely. but permission granted.]
[he'd been spending all this time trying to forget their interactions over the past two months, but now, he's suddenly realizing that he doesn't actually want to.]
[anyway, later on in the month, he's standing at a fixed spot in the observatory, staring out into the blinking void of space. try to start up a conversation, and as if on cue, he holds up a hand, in an attempt at shooshing.]
Hold on, it's coming back around.
[and there they are — two pieces of paper, floating along outside the station, enter from stage right. it might be hard to tell what they are from this vantage point, and you might need to follow them for a few steps to get the whole picture, but they're two comics.]
[one of them is a comic about a guy hooking himself up with some sick potrified pizza from a replicator that's literally shaped like a rear end. you get where this is going. the other one is something of an abridged version of a comic he once drew, where the two characters in question went to church, except instead of the whole church spiel they're failing to pull the fabled sord..... out of its porcelain altar. and he's somehow managed to render the sord..... even worse than it actually is in real life.]
[also, it's night for some reason. you can tell because he drew something like this at the top of this comic.]
[THIS IS INCREDIBLY SILLY.]
[but, also poignant, somehow? it's completely unclear how they got out there in the first place. but it almost seems like Dave meant it as a tribute, or something.]
iv. wildcard
[not enough shenanigans for you? make up your own!]
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