WEEK ZERO: FRIDAY, 10PM, THE POOL

[ should dirk choose to take dave up on the haphazard offer, he'll find the fourteen-year-old knight of time sitting crosslegged by the pool shed, his back leaning up against it. he has a monogrammed innsmouth motel paper pad and a red pen he got somewhere and is doodling to keep himself from freaking the fuck out. just shitty comics and random asides. he's kind of hunched over it, but.

dave also apparently found a wristwatch somewhere, though it looks like it's from the 1950s, so that's new.

he will pause in his mindless doodling when he hears anyone, eyes flicking up (he has not taken the shades off), and speaks in a much more measured manner than he ended the last conversation: ]

Sup. [ like he didn't snap at dirk or spend the rest of the day dreading a thing he legitimately offered. no big deal. ]

WEEK ZERO: FRIDAY, EVENING, ROOM 112

[ SO. when kaito and jason finally congregate in the room pre the time they apparently have to be there, they will find dave - who has been in and out all day - on one of the beds, cross-legged. he's not yet aware there are three people, but can be easily kicked to the futon. the fourteen-year-old has a METRIC FUCKTON of red pens and a lot of paper pads, all monogrammed with the motel logo and shit, on the bed? and also on the bedside table? and scattered around? THERE ARE 200 OF THESE THINGS, WHY.

he also has for some reason a set of dentures on the nightside table. what the fuck is he doing. anyway his rules are on the bed to the side and he's mostly drawing terrible comics of terrible quality to pin up around the room later or something, but once everyone is there he will kind of look up and start off with: ]

The television doesn't work, so I'm pretty sure they're gonna kill us. How am I gonna get by without my soaps.

[ dry and deadpan and not (entirely) serious. ]