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DAVE STRIDER
consider this your warning about stairs. itll just keep happening bro. im telling you man
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[Inevitably, somehow, shockingly, their plan never to sleep again totally failed. John's worse about it than Dave but eventually Dave falls asleep as well and finds himself…
…well. Surprisingly he finds himself floating in what appears to be space. The sky's dark and bits of debris are floating past him. Crumbled planets that collided into one another flicker in and out with dying lights. Dave might even recognize bits of LOHAC floating around as things glitch in and out of place. Small meteors seem to lazily soar through the air and several yards ahead of Dave is a small patch of land. The house that he saw the first time he entered John's dreams back in August sits there, but a little ways from the house in the yard is a tree. In that tree is a large treehouse.
Investigate?]
…well. Surprisingly he finds himself floating in what appears to be space. The sky's dark and bits of debris are floating past him. Crumbled planets that collided into one another flicker in and out with dying lights. Dave might even recognize bits of LOHAC floating around as things glitch in and out of place. Small meteors seem to lazily soar through the air and several yards ahead of Dave is a small patch of land. The house that he saw the first time he entered John's dreams back in August sits there, but a little ways from the house in the yard is a tree. In that tree is a large treehouse.
Investigate?]
[ excuse you it's dave's plan stop honing in on it asshole!!!!!!
dave...isn't sure what he's seeing. he does recognize his planet - he knows what the other three beta planets look like as well - but he's not sure when this happened. the planets, smashed, and the glitching in space. it reminds him of something - dirk. when he talked to dirk, and things were glitched the fuck out.
he remembers that house from another dream, and drifts closer, flying automatically, and he goes towards the tree house.
as tired as he is even in sleep, he can't tell if he's dreaming or not, logic blurred. ]
dave...isn't sure what he's seeing. he does recognize his planet - he knows what the other three beta planets look like as well - but he's not sure when this happened. the planets, smashed, and the glitching in space. it reminds him of something - dirk. when he talked to dirk, and things were glitched the fuck out.
he remembers that house from another dream, and drifts closer, flying automatically, and he goes towards the tree house.
as tired as he is even in sleep, he can't tell if he's dreaming or not, logic blurred. ]
[There are a few planets that aren't destroyed but not very many. The glitching seems to try to cling to Dave as he flies but around the treehouse itself it's a clear little bubble.
The treehouse itself is dark. There's a sleeping bag in the corner and the walls have a few shelves lined with small toys and a few books. There's a flashlight in the corner and a stack of comics, basic little details that appear fuzzy around the edges like memory can't recall them right.
There's a window. It peers down into the yard below and there's the very edge of what must have been the road once upon a time. John's standing at said window and staring outward. Unlike in Dave's dream, this time he's in his godtier pajamas and the hood's down as it flutters gently in the breeze of silent space. Beyond his head, Dave can see a full view of a wrecked universe and a few meteors zip by, crashing into bits of planets.
On the other hand, he doesn't say anything acknowledging Dave's there. The longer Dave lingers, he'll notice John seems to flicker, too. It's not a glitch but it seems to shuffle a little between 13, 16, and 18. Dave would recognize all three ages at this rate, probably. Without moving at all though he seems to be waiting for something. Or watching.
And then he shifts to lean out the window, ready to climb right through it.]
The treehouse itself is dark. There's a sleeping bag in the corner and the walls have a few shelves lined with small toys and a few books. There's a flashlight in the corner and a stack of comics, basic little details that appear fuzzy around the edges like memory can't recall them right.
There's a window. It peers down into the yard below and there's the very edge of what must have been the road once upon a time. John's standing at said window and staring outward. Unlike in Dave's dream, this time he's in his godtier pajamas and the hood's down as it flutters gently in the breeze of silent space. Beyond his head, Dave can see a full view of a wrecked universe and a few meteors zip by, crashing into bits of planets.
On the other hand, he doesn't say anything acknowledging Dave's there. The longer Dave lingers, he'll notice John seems to flicker, too. It's not a glitch but it seems to shuffle a little between 13, 16, and 18. Dave would recognize all three ages at this rate, probably. Without moving at all though he seems to be waiting for something. Or watching.
And then he shifts to lean out the window, ready to climb right through it.]
I'm a little ashamed to admit how eerily addicting this game is.
Trick or treat.
Trick or treat.
[So hey, it's probably the middle of the afternoon and it's a little drab and chilly out, so John's in a hoodie and walking home from campus to the dorm. However, he's keeping his sweater zipped up all the way to his neck as he enters the building and heads up the stairs to his shared room with Dave.
Where is Dave, anyway? Does he have time to himself before things go kind of stupid?]
Where is Dave, anyway? Does he have time to himself before things go kind of stupid?]
[So after a probably awkward library trip early in the morning John and Dave split off for hours.
It's probably very late, 1am or so.]
stars.mp3
[Rather than make Dave talk to him about anything important, he can just send this and ignore the things he's remembered lately that inspired such things.]
It's probably very late, 1am or so.]
stars.mp3
[Rather than make Dave talk to him about anything important, he can just send this and ignore the things he's remembered lately that inspired such things.]
[ the title was maybe a mistake. it makes him think of stars gathering in the sky all at once and feeling melancholy and useless, and knowing, months later, why that strange memory had made him want to cry even though he didn't really know how.
he's not in the room simply because it's easier to freeze on the roof, staring at actual stars.
he's going past twenty-four hours without sleep at this point, so john gets the brief but halfway honest message of: ]
i dont like it
[ with zero questions about what inspired it and zero explanation as to why he doesn't like it. ]
but the composition is solid
he's not in the room simply because it's easier to freeze on the roof, staring at actual stars.
he's going past twenty-four hours without sleep at this point, so john gets the brief but halfway honest message of: ]
i dont like it
[ with zero questions about what inspired it and zero explanation as to why he doesn't like it. ]
but the composition is solid
[It's pretty early in the morning and they're probably in the same bed, but John's not really making any moves to get up and actually get going. Instead, he's scrolling through something on his fancy new phone before he speaks up.]
How would you feel about skipping class and going out to this haunted house with me? Halloween spirit and whatever.
How would you feel about skipping class and going out to this haunted house with me? Halloween spirit and whatever.
[ dave generally wakes up early but sometimes he will bother to stay in bed pROBABLY if john has an arm around him or something or if he just feels like it. he's probably playing with mewpac. mewpac is probably purring. this cat is so fucking spoiled. ]
Actually skippin' or like, we go do that and then I neurotically circle back through time so I don't skip?
Actually skippin' or like, we go do that and then I neurotically circle back through time so I don't skip?
hi dave!
feliz dia de los muertos!
what are you up to this weekend?
feliz dia de los muertos!
what are you up to this weekend?
[By the time John comes home Dave's probably already on his own bed and pestering people on Retrospec. As he enters the room, he only briefly looks up from his phone before he approaches Dave and flips a can out of his sylladex.]
I still do not think I am going to die via mailbox. [He also has his back to his bed so he's. Failing to notice that everything is blue and white again instead of gray and white.]
I still do not think I am going to die via mailbox. [He also has his back to his bed so he's. Failing to notice that everything is blue and white again instead of gray and white.]
[ dave is in fact on his own bed, sprawled on his back, ankles crossed and shades on. he's at least apparently dressed to stay in rather than go out so he presumably ? doesn't have a stupid late work shift which happens sometimes. he's in like two sweaters though. and probably has the cat as well as his phone.
if john throws him the can, he'll catch it without missing a beat, but either way he'll stare. ]
...You found me apple soda?
if john throws him the can, he'll catch it without missing a beat, but either way he'll stare. ]
...You found me apple soda?
[It's probably safe to assume they've continued sharing a bed because neither of them has bothered bringing up why that's still a thing and it's safe to say John fell asleep a little earlier that evening even though it was a Friday night. Earlier he'd expressed to Dave that his head hurt a bit and he was cold before settling next to him and quickly falling asleep under the covers.
It was weird. The window was closed and the room was still but to John it still felt a little like there was a small draft blowing through every time he moved around. Lying still in bed seemed to make it stop.
So anyway. They probably fell asleep in their usual position with Dave on John's arm and not actually sleeping while John passed the fuck out, but somewhere in the early morning hours, Dave will feel a shift of John pulling away. Slowly but surely, John will be pulled away and start to rise up a few inches at a time until...well. Until he's floating a little above Dave's head.
And still sleeping. How are you going to handle that one, Strider?]
It was weird. The window was closed and the room was still but to John it still felt a little like there was a small draft blowing through every time he moved around. Lying still in bed seemed to make it stop.
So anyway. They probably fell asleep in their usual position with Dave on John's arm and not actually sleeping while John passed the fuck out, but somewhere in the early morning hours, Dave will feel a shift of John pulling away. Slowly but surely, John will be pulled away and start to rise up a few inches at a time until...well. Until he's floating a little above Dave's head.
And still sleeping. How are you going to handle that one, Strider?]
[ well first the fuck of all he's going to make the very smallest disgruntled protest noise when john dislodges him but after a second he'll realize. why that is a thing. staring at his idiot best friend floating a little above the bed while asleep, dave feels a deep irritation possibly tinged with affection.
but also exasperation. why is john flying while asleep why is his life this stupid and dave reaches up with his left hand to grab john's, tugging on it. ]
- Hey, idiot, she's gonna attack you.
[ because a floating human is a great target for CAT. ]
but also exasperation. why is john flying while asleep why is his life this stupid and dave reaches up with his left hand to grab john's, tugging on it. ]
- Hey, idiot, she's gonna attack you.
[ because a floating human is a great target for CAT. ]
It's not like you to ignore me.
私,何か悪いことしましたか?
I'm starting to get worried...
私,何か悪いことしましたか?
I'm starting to get worried...
i dont speak japanese but i speak google translate
i dont think you did anything wrong
unless
you count not giving me a personalized signed flyer to ninja warrior
hand delivered and like embossed in gold
i guess that could be considered wrong
with comic sans
i dont think you did anything wrong
unless
you count not giving me a personalized signed flyer to ninja warrior
hand delivered and like embossed in gold
i guess that could be considered wrong
with comic sans
Two things:
1. It feels like I'm driving a little further to reach the store?
1. It feels like I'm driving a little further to reach the store?
[It's safe to say they probably didn't speak very much in the morning on the way to the psych ward. He's still not sure who Dave's visiting and he doesn't think to ask questions, so the drive is music and quiet chatter before John parks the car and lets Dave head inside.
He doesn't open Dave's door for him this time.
Dave said it would be an hour and he finds himself settled in the driver's seat of the car. He leaves it on idle, the heater on and John scribbling in his usual notebook. The notebook rests on the steering wheel and he's hunched over with his eyes glued on the page even as the radio plays at a low volume and his hand flies over the paper quickly before erasing half of his work and starting over.
This is probably the position that Dave finds him in. Given he's in full-concentration-mode, he doesn't notice Dave coming back to the car or anything. Will he actually only be an hour? Who knows.]
He doesn't open Dave's door for him this time.
Dave said it would be an hour and he finds himself settled in the driver's seat of the car. He leaves it on idle, the heater on and John scribbling in his usual notebook. The notebook rests on the steering wheel and he's hunched over with his eyes glued on the page even as the radio plays at a low volume and his hand flies over the paper quickly before erasing half of his work and starting over.
This is probably the position that Dave finds him in. Given he's in full-concentration-mode, he doesn't notice Dave coming back to the car or anything. Will he actually only be an hour? Who knows.]
[ i'm glad dave stopped the door-opening thing he liked and appreciated and burned it to the ground instead, lord.
as usual, dave is meticulous about time: he's not gone more than an hour and he yanks the door open himself and slides in and does not look at john's notebook because he's starting to get used to simply not asking and not peering over at what john is doing instead of leaning in and making comments or doodling notes in margins. which, yeah, previously he would have been nosy as fuck about anything musical john was doing, but "a personal project" and too much distance means he's not even bothering to acknowledge it happening now. instead he focuses on shutting the door and absently rubbing his hands together and staring at the building he'd just left. ]
I might want to come back next week. [ there's something strange in his voice, maybe, but it's soft and distant before his eyes flick away from the psych ward. ]
as usual, dave is meticulous about time: he's not gone more than an hour and he yanks the door open himself and slides in and does not look at john's notebook because he's starting to get used to simply not asking and not peering over at what john is doing instead of leaning in and making comments or doodling notes in margins. which, yeah, previously he would have been nosy as fuck about anything musical john was doing, but "a personal project" and too much distance means he's not even bothering to acknowledge it happening now. instead he focuses on shutting the door and absently rubbing his hands together and staring at the building he'd just left. ]
I might want to come back next week. [ there's something strange in his voice, maybe, but it's soft and distant before his eyes flick away from the psych ward. ]
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