[John leaves Dave to his training with Dirk and decides that he should maybe get up. Breakfast with his best friends was a good idea even if he wasn't certain he was up to the whole eating part of breakfast, but it meant more time with Dave and Rose and that was always acceptable.
Not long after, he finds himself taking the blanket off of his bed and wrapping it around himself like a cape, carrying it out of his hut and over to the next one where Rose resides. A quick message to Dave of "hey, we are at rose's" goes out before he knocks once and lets himself into Rose's place.
Dad Egbert raised him with some manners, so he at least toes off his shoes at the door before shuffling in and settling in a blanket-pile near Rose's bed. On the floor, he's using the bed to prop him up even as he bundles up again and gives her a slight grin, a brief explanation of "Dave's bringing breakfast and we're figuring stuff out" before he lets his eyes droop shut again.
Rose, apparently, can carry on her morning the way that she had while John mid-morning naps. All they have to do now is wait for Dave.]
[ post awkward training session dave does indeed head to rose's. he has one big bowl of oatmeal and smaller bowls and spoons to dole it out into, and when he comes in he glances around before taking a seat on the floor by rose's bed.
he's in jeans and a long-sleeved shirt and his shades, and he looks no worse for the wear. ]
Everyone ready for some quality oatmeal? I've never actually had oatmeal. Poptarts were so much more temptin'.
[ when john appears at her door, she lets him in to blanket nest without question. he can even nest on the bed if he wants though it's. definitely not been made up. rose lalonde is a slob let's not lie. she probably had dave draw her a decent sundress or something, also. because running around in their godtier pajamas feels a little stupid when their godtier powers are caput.
but she will go back to her knitting of whatever until dave arrives. ]
Define "quality". Is this the Strider Art Special?
[He had been dozing while Rose worked and somehow he managed to sleep like that. He may crawl up to the bed later but this is fine and instead he grins slightly.]
You could've made poptarts for yourself, idiot. That was an option. [He cracks an eye open to look.] It actually looks right so it is an update from Strider Quality Art. Am I the guinea pig for this?
[ a slight amused chuckle. this asshole friend will take a bowl but she's waiting for john to try it first SHE TRUSTS DAVE she doesn't trust his art. or dirk's skills quite yet enough to eat a striderx2 special w/o a guinea pig. aka john. ]
Deconstruction as a fixing method for artistic matter creation is fascinating, really.
[John's shifting a little in his nest but he does take the bowl from Dave before he lifts his eyebrows. His appetite's still hit and miss so he stirs a spoon around in the bowl despite being grateful.]
Because it's the opposite of what you'd expect? I noticed that, too. Wouldn't that be more like reconstruction? [...okay look he'll take a small spoonful of the oatmeal? It's apparently edible enough?]
Then I suppose we should be grateful that your art skills are more impressionist than lifelike.
[ rose will begin to eat it once john takes a bite. SORRY DAVE. but she nods in approval and give him a pat on the shoulder. ]
In related news, powers-wise, I attempted to create a replacement for our sylladexes. A bottomless bag. Unfortunately, it's... bottomless, it appears. [ she'll point with her utensil to the smallish knit bag in the corner. it's charmed to be bottomless and therefore anything that goes in is uh. kinda gone. whoops?? ] So I may rather need to specify in the enchantment the space or number of items it can hold.
[He's not eating a lot but it's still more than Dave? Come on, Strider, eat your own masterpiece. On the other hand he shivers again before pulling the blankets around his shoulders even as he appears very interested suddenly.]
I mean, our sylladexes could only hold as many items as we had cards so if we specify, or even create slots inside the bag, somehow that could help? But then you have bigger items. How do we store those?
Slots sounds awfully... RPG-like. [ says the homestuck ] I'm not sure such an unlimited grab bag is within the albeit unknown limitations of my power. How big of items do we really need to store, though? I figured canvas bag size or backpacks might be the most efficient, otherwise we'd need to store the bags within other bags.
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Dave, if you don't start eating your oatmeal I'm going to assume you've casually poisoned us to inherit our riches.
Man, how could you be so cruel to poison us when one of us is already down? [But he's giving a lopsided grin as he thinks on that.]
We have our weapons--well, Dave and I do--but a backpack should work for just about everything else I think? When I was grabbing stuff from the forest and the mansion everything could fit in my hands. And a backpack would be pretty hard to misplace.
Please, if I was gonna take y'all out you'd be taken out. [ having said so dave will start eating, though, having been reminded about the food. he's not too quick about it, but. ] Also, what riches? John's Chinese finger trap isn't worth murder. Full offense, John. Also a backpack sounds good then? Might be easiest to stitch yourself somethin' to make you sew or whatever fast first. I can do you up a sewin' kit.
So you claim. [ dave you're not an assassin. ] Perhaps like the Countess Elizabeth Bathory, you'd kill us for our blood. To drink or bathe in, whichever.
[ SAID CASUALLY, AS SHE EATS ]
I have wanted to see if my powers extend to other forms of needlework beyond knitting. [ since she HASN'T TESTED THAT YET, DAVE ]
[He reaches out to nudge at Dave's shin with his foot. Jerk.]
I don't want anyone to bathe in my blood though. [Why are his friends stupid. But he's keeping up with the conversation and at least seems more like himself than the night before.] That would be really sweet if you could do, like, sewing and crochet and like. Whatever other kind of needlework there is. What other needlework exists besides that?
[Hmmm.] I want to know how far our powers really stretch here. I have ideas, too.
The phrase "I have ideas" comin' from you seriously worries me.
[ SAID AS HE POINTS HIS SPOON AT JOHN before taking another bite of his oatmeal. ]
But yeah, we should learn how to use and abuse our shit, since they locked us out of the usual stuff...at least our combat skills are pretty much untouched.
Don't be selfish, John. Share your youth. [ re: blood bathing. ]
Sewing, crochet... embroidery? Cross-stitch. Needlepoint. Maybe others. [ she's not a total expert. kanaya would probably know more about certain areas, fabric-wise. ]
Agreed. On both learning and being worried about John's ideas.
I don't want to share my youth either. [But he's leaning back against Rose's bed and stirring his food again.] I will leave all of the needle stuff to you then. But my ideas aren't that bad! At least...not for this. I was thinking...I don't think I have a size limit on what I can bind together. And someone else brought it up when I was talking to him last night, and I really think this might work? But I was thinking of trying to fuse the huts together to make a bigger living space or something. Not sure how yet, but it is a thought I had.
[A pause.] But yeah we can still fight so that is something.
I don't want to bathe in John's blood, feel free to not share it John. But okay, that sounds like a thing that could be done...although maybe practice on some empty ones before ours?
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Not long after, he finds himself taking the blanket off of his bed and wrapping it around himself like a cape, carrying it out of his hut and over to the next one where Rose resides. A quick message to Dave of "hey, we are at rose's" goes out before he knocks once and lets himself into Rose's place.
Dad Egbert raised him with some manners, so he at least toes off his shoes at the door before shuffling in and settling in a blanket-pile near Rose's bed. On the floor, he's using the bed to prop him up even as he bundles up again and gives her a slight grin, a brief explanation of "Dave's bringing breakfast and we're figuring stuff out" before he lets his eyes droop shut again.
Rose, apparently, can carry on her morning the way that she had while John mid-morning naps. All they have to do now is wait for Dave.]
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he's in jeans and a long-sleeved shirt and his shades, and he looks no worse for the wear. ]
Everyone ready for some quality oatmeal? I've never actually had oatmeal. Poptarts were so much more temptin'.
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but she will go back to her knitting of whatever until dave arrives. ]
Define "quality". Is this the Strider Art Special?
[ are we sure drawn food is like. edible. ]
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You could've made poptarts for yourself, idiot. That was an option. [He cracks an eye open to look.] It actually looks right so it is an update from Strider Quality Art. Am I the guinea pig for this?
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[ dave will roll his eyes (the shades block it) and portion out the oatmeal, handing over the bowls to his ASSHOLE FRIENDS. ]
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Deconstruction as a fixing method for artistic matter creation is fascinating, really.
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Because it's the opposite of what you'd expect? I noticed that, too. Wouldn't that be more like reconstruction? [...okay look he'll take a small spoonful of the oatmeal? It's apparently edible enough?]
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dave stirs his oatmeal around without any indication he'll start eating, though. ]
It's just a creative interpretation of the rules. If you destroy somethin', it may as well be a thing that's useful to destroy.
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[ rose will begin to eat it once john takes a bite. SORRY DAVE. but she nods in approval and give him a pat on the shoulder. ]
In related news, powers-wise, I attempted to create a replacement for our sylladexes. A bottomless bag. Unfortunately, it's... bottomless, it appears. [ she'll point with her utensil to the smallish knit bag in the corner. it's charmed to be bottomless and therefore anything that goes in is uh. kinda gone. whoops?? ] So I may rather need to specify in the enchantment the space or number of items it can hold.
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I mean, our sylladexes could only hold as many items as we had cards so if we specify, or even create slots inside the bag, somehow that could help? But then you have bigger items. How do we store those?
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[ or combine two enchantments via John...also dave has just forgotten he has oatmeal already though he absently stirs it still. ]
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[ pause ]
Dave, if you don't start eating your oatmeal I'm going to assume you've casually poisoned us to inherit our riches.
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We have our weapons--well, Dave and I do--but a backpack should work for just about everything else I think? When I was grabbing stuff from the forest and the mansion everything could fit in my hands. And a backpack would be pretty hard to misplace.
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[ SAID CASUALLY, AS SHE EATS ]
I have wanted to see if my powers extend to other forms of needlework beyond knitting. [ since she HASN'T TESTED THAT YET, DAVE ]
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I don't want anyone to bathe in my blood though. [Why are his friends stupid. But he's keeping up with the conversation and at least seems more like himself than the night before.] That would be really sweet if you could do, like, sewing and crochet and like. Whatever other kind of needlework there is. What other needlework exists besides that?
[Hmmm.] I want to know how far our powers really stretch here. I have ideas, too.
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[ SAID AS HE POINTS HIS SPOON AT JOHN before taking another bite of his oatmeal. ]
But yeah, we should learn how to use and abuse our shit, since they locked us out of the usual stuff...at least our combat skills are pretty much untouched.
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Sewing, crochet... embroidery? Cross-stitch. Needlepoint. Maybe others. [ she's not a total expert. kanaya would probably know more about certain areas, fabric-wise. ]
Agreed. On both learning and being worried about John's ideas.
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[A pause.] But yeah we can still fight so that is something.
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