WEEK ONE: SUNDAY, POST GROUP MEETING

[ well, after That Meeting was over, dave would have hooked a hand on dirk's arm, said "a'ight, come with me" and dragged him off to an area where they can maybe be alone and have enough room for...whatever...the hell he dragged dirk off for.

dirk gets a measured look before dave crosses his arms - dropping dirk's - and says: ]

Ground rules for comin' with me into dangerous shit: you guard the rear, I'm on point. Solid?

[ before dirk can answer, he adds: ]

You're less familiar with weapons that ain't the damn katana. I'm more familiar with 'em. So, point's me. [ he's tense and hesitant when he continues with: ] ...And you guard my back. [ he's usually more than a little wary about having dirk at his back, so this is. probably progress? ]

WEEK TWO: MONDAY MORNING, ROOM 112

[ since presumably going up to dirk after breakfast or whatever and going "hey i need your help with a thing" might result in dirk following him, dave will drag dirk off to room 112, though he stops short in front of the door and casts a glance sideways at dirk. ]

Can you sew? I mean, you - he could. Better than me.

[ ...? presumably he needs help sewing. something. unless this is just one of his many random interrogative questions. ]

WEEK TWO: MONDAY AFTERNOON, ROOM 112

[ well after that dave just drags dirk back to the motel - he lets go once they're out but continues on anyway, only slowing when he's sure there's no pursuit - and back to room 112. he doesn't say much so dirk could split off if he wanted, but once he's in his room he digs out all his medical supplies. disinfectant, bandages, painkillers, alcohol pads, and disinfectant cream.

he dumps them on the bed and doesn't drag off his shirt because: ]

Glass. [ muttered and of course he doesn't have tweezers. he gets a shirt to wrap around his hand so he can start. digging the shards out.

the shirt he is wearing is completely gonna bite it? he sits on the bed to start this, frowning in concentration. ] What'd you get.

[ burns - weird ones - he catalogued. but what else? ]

MONDAY AFTERNOON...ISH...

[ so anyway i guess the striders are very willing to take punishment and stupid risks. dave opts to make his choice as [ redacted role ] on monday after they patch themselves up from round one. after that, they head to the locked building to try to pry some boards off the windows to see if they can like.

see inside?

if not they'll probably #yolo and open the thing anyway. ]