[Dave learn to sleep places. HONESTLY Dirk doesn't object entirely because he doesn't expect Dave to sleep tonight at all. He'll just get him tomorrow.
Dirk stands up, dusts off his pants, and walks over to Dave. He stops.]
When was it three quarters of a year since we met? I calculated it for about today but the calendar shifting and time travel gets me.
[ he usually discounts them for other people and doesn't quite count that time towards knowing anyone anyway, so it's a dumb question, but. dave is just sitting at the desk that got moved in a while ago, instead of the chair at the desk. because why not. ]
We actually won't hit the exact three quarters for a little bit over 16 more days, so you're off by a hair. [ he has no idea why dirk is asking for specifics, but dirk doesn't usually bitch as much as others do about Exact Times, so dave goes on. ] 255 days 13 hours 27 minutes 54 seconds and counting or 6133 hours 27 minutes 56 seconds and counting or 368,008 minutes 3 seconds and counting or 2,2080,485 seconds and counting.
[Inside is… a picture book! On the right side, each fold contains a drawing, while on the left side, there is a poem. The book is hand-bound, hand-drawn, and hand-written. He used yarn to stitch the pages together, tying knots at either side.
Each of the pictures is a setting. They’re beautifully drawn—Dirk actually is capable of art, surprisingly, and seems to have done a good job on these scenes. The locations should be familiar. It starts with the rooftop on LOTAK and goes forward to the kitchen on base as it was at first arrival, a dreamscape, the volcano, the dream pods… The newest page is the tree they had their last conversation in. In fact, all of them are locations where Dave and Dirk have had an important conversation. Each of the scenes holds a sense of serenity and peace to them.
Paired with each image is a terrible Seussean poem in the style of Green Eggs and Ham. Except instead of talking about not eating green eggs and ham, it is written along the lines of “We would be brothers in a tree / We would be brothers by the sea.” It is honestly hilariously simplistic because Dirk has to get his irony in somewhere, and it is apparently by pretending they're in the ages 5-8 reading group.
There several extra sheets, not yet inserted, which can easily be added in thanks to the way Dirk bound the book.
Dirk is of course watching Dave with some intense scrutiny here. He is not great at hiding his nerves in terms of that level of focus.]
It's, uh, been in the making for a while. This seemed like the best time for it.
dave's never really been good at the drawing portion of artwork. camerawork he can handle - he's done bad shots on purpose there before but actually has an eye for framing things. nine-ish months of near continuous photo-taking has actually improved his skill there. nothing and no one can improve his actual drawing and painting skills, and this has never really bothered him. rose and dirk both got the actually decent crafting genes, he thinks - though admittedly he's not sure about roxy's art skills. maybe it's one of those things that just skipped one of four.
it's reminiscent of one of rose's over the top sentimental gifts because apparently she got that from dirk. dave turns each page carefully, the book in his lap, and just....
he feels a lot of things, almost too many things, but it's a good kind of too much instead of a bad one. there's no settled feeling other than "slightly overwhelmed" so his expression is one of those default neutral ones as he hits the end, and shifts his gaze from the book to dirk.
the poems mean something, and he wonders suddenly how long it takes dirk to believe anything he tells him, anything dave said to him in any of these places. will it ever be easier for either of them? ]
Thanks. For this. [ dave shuts the book, as gently as possible. he should be able to say something else, or just hug dirk, or something, so - ] Do you want to see LOHAC? Just telepathic.
[ he doesn't have any presents on him, okay. an impression of his planet is the best he can do on short notice. ]
[He tries not to stare at Dave through every turn of the page. He does not do well. He tries not to worry about whether it's the good overwhelmed or bad. He fails at that too. He tries, very hard, not to be afraid of that neutral expression, and even the 'thanks' doesn't comfort him.
But when Dave closes the book, gently, Dirk thinks that maybe he did okay.]
Uh. Sure. That'd be cool.
[His breathing is still very quiet. The nerves still haven't faded.]
[ a lot of LOHAC he hadn't liked. the danger and metal and death. but there were always parts he did, and even lava has a weirdly comforting quality these days because on the whole, LOHAC hadn't completely sucked. he'd liked his consorts. he'd learned how to loop there. there'd be truly terrible parts, but -
something good. okay. one of the more absurd moments comes to mind and dave concentrates just enough to let through an image/feeling of the LOHAC stock exchange. there's absolutely no real reason to share this, or anything else. it's just a dumb thing he thinks will either make dirk laugh or which would, you know, at least baffle dirk enough to be kind of amusing.
dave's game playthrough was a little bit stupid, in retrospect. the nakodiles had been too easy to trick but he's felt mostly amused affection for them when they weren't stealing his shades or whatnot. the stock market had been his first ever series of bullshit loops built out for a long while and had been a kind of funny learning curve. impressions of heat and turning gears overlay everything in the flash of memory, along with the sense of being in the right place at the right time absolutely, before he lets it go again. ]
[ it is not even his dumbest memory there but good that was the goal: making dirk laugh or getting him to. not be tense. dave's lips quirk up. ]
Probably were, though I like, wrecked their economy. Did I ever tell you I'm basically a stock market beast? I mean, time powers kinda give that a for sure thing, but I'm pretty good at math and probabilities. Also, they were like. Not super smart, admittedly.
I seem to recall the occasional allusion to you using temporal abilities to entirely devastate a society's economic system, yes. Lovin' math's a good base for your science things.
I'm not sure love would've always been the best word - math just makes sense, you know? The answers aren't in question unless you get into the really gnarly still bein' figured out portions of it. There's a right answer or wrong ones and they don't change on you in general. And these days I can't help thinkin' in numbers sometimes, even if half the secret of time is that eventually it becomes meaningless.
[ why is he talking about this why can't he just come up with something profound ]
What would your favorite school subject have been?
Well, now you can? Not like I can really say for sure either since I didn't like...
[ well bro was a little controlling and never bothered to feed dave or do most domestic things so school and doctors visits were some of those things that weren't like huge priorities? ]
I mean, you probably wouldn't like any classes. You try really hard to cede control but it doesn't come naturally to you in most situations, does it?
[Dave, he gave you a touching brotherly present and now you're calling him out for being a control freak.]
It's possible that if I'd been socialized in the 21st century, I would have been more willing to take my education institutionally. As it is, it's hard for me to imagine any appeal in anything but an autodidactic approach. I prefer taking my own pace and following my own interests.
That sounds fake tbqh. Socializing you would not change the parts of you that're you. You'd hate havin' to sit in a room with people who didn't get the way you think while not bein' allowed to share what you thought about shot re discourse because you were just a student or whatever.
[ the calling out continues ]
You don't always have to stop yourself from bein' the naggy control freak you are, y'know.
I think it's probably more related to what you'd do it with that makes it flattering or unflattering; the context is important. Sometimes it's really nice not to be in charge. I'm not sure if you ever feel like that, though.
[ he's also not sure if he should feel like that? although he also doesn't like to cede control in situations that hit too close to home, but. being the leader of anything had never appealed to dave. the closest he's gotten is enjoying being in charge of their training sessions. ]
I've had times that I've felt like that. [He is thinking about it, considering where the appeal is.] Sometimes it's kinda nerve-wracking not being in control. When I can trust in it, though, it's good.
Sometimes it's a relief to let Rose make decisions about day to day activities. You too, but you do it less 'cause you freak out more about the bossy nagging sibling thing. I assume this says somethin' unfortunate about me like most things tend to but whatever. It isn't like Rose is likely to stop doing her whole Rose thing and since I don't mind it, it's probably okay?
[ things like what they'll do when they hang out or nagging reminders to eat or talk to someone or whatever. ]
It makes you both happy, I'm assumin', especially if Rose has inherited my impulse to tell everyone what's best for the and bother them until they go along with it. So it should be okay.
[He isn't entirely sure what to say on his part. He does have his control freak impulses, and he still hasn't truly settled how to handle them. Sometimes he backs off too hard and sometimes he pushes too strong. It's a process, working it out.]
Yeah. She'd leave me alone if I ever legitimately did anything other than bitch to bitch.
[ because he obviously has to put up some token resistance for her? ]
Some things I need to be in control of and she never bothers me about those. I'm not sure how she knows the difference.
[ a small frown, but more thoughtful than anything else. maybe it's calculated on rose's part; maybe it's a seer thing. he'd have to ask to know and she might bullshit him. ]
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Looks good to me? We can test drive it tomorrow and see if it works out.
[ where the fuck does dave plan on sleeping tonight although honestly. probably just by the magister's tank...like a fucking moron... ]
Uh, all good for you?
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[Dave learn to sleep places. HONESTLY Dirk doesn't object entirely because he doesn't expect Dave to sleep tonight at all. He'll just get him tomorrow.
Dirk stands up, dusts off his pants, and walks over to Dave. He stops.]
When was it three quarters of a year since we met? I calculated it for about today but the calendar shifting and time travel gets me.
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[ he usually discounts them for other people and doesn't quite count that time towards knowing anyone anyway, so it's a dumb question, but. dave is just sitting at the desk that got moved in a while ago, instead of the chair at the desk. because why not. ]
We actually won't hit the exact three quarters for a little bit over 16 more days, so you're off by a hair. [ he has no idea why dirk is asking for specifics, but dirk doesn't usually bitch as much as others do about Exact Times, so dave goes on. ] 255 days 13 hours 27 minutes 54 seconds and counting or 6133 hours 27 minutes 56 seconds and counting or 368,008 minutes 3 seconds and counting or 2,2080,485 seconds and counting.
[ the mental countdown never stops. ]
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[Dirk drops something out of his sylladex. It is a thin, flat, square-ish package, wrapped in really bad SBAHJ paper. He holds it out to Dave.]
Happy two thirdiversary, Dave.
I MISPLACED A COMMA IN THE LAST NUMBER. 22,080,485
[ HE THOUGHT THE STATS WERE JUST FOR THE SAKE OF STATS WHAT THE FUCK, DIRK.
he...takes the package???? and then stares at it like it might explode. ]
TOO BAD YOU HAVE TO LIVE WITH IT NOW
It isn't a trap.
[He should clarify this.]
wow????????
[ he's prone to thinking dirk sets up conversational traps more than any other kind.
but he was not expecting a random not-anniversary. he'll...open it??? ]
It's just that I didn't...yeah.
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Each of the pictures is a setting. They’re beautifully drawn—Dirk actually is capable of art, surprisingly, and seems to have done a good job on these scenes. The locations should be familiar. It starts with the rooftop on LOTAK and goes forward to the kitchen on base as it was at first arrival, a dreamscape, the volcano, the dream pods… The newest page is the tree they had their last conversation in. In fact, all of them are locations where Dave and Dirk have had an important conversation. Each of the scenes holds a sense of serenity and peace to them.
Paired with each image is a terrible Seussean poem in the style of Green Eggs and Ham. Except instead of talking about not eating green eggs and ham, it is written along the lines of “We would be brothers in a tree / We would be brothers by the sea.” It is honestly hilariously simplistic because Dirk has to get his irony in somewhere, and it is apparently by pretending they're in the ages 5-8 reading group.
There several extra sheets, not yet inserted, which can easily be added in thanks to the way Dirk bound the book.
Dirk is of course watching Dave with some intense scrutiny here. He is not great at hiding his nerves in terms of that level of focus.]
It's, uh, been in the making for a while. This seemed like the best time for it.
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dave's never really been good at the drawing portion of artwork. camerawork he can handle - he's done bad shots on purpose there before but actually has an eye for framing things. nine-ish months of near continuous photo-taking has actually improved his skill there. nothing and no one can improve his actual drawing and painting skills, and this has never really bothered him. rose and dirk both got the actually decent crafting genes, he thinks - though admittedly he's not sure about roxy's art skills. maybe it's one of those things that just skipped one of four.
it's reminiscent of one of rose's over the top sentimental gifts because apparently she got that from dirk. dave turns each page carefully, the book in his lap, and just....
he feels a lot of things, almost too many things, but it's a good kind of too much instead of a bad one. there's no settled feeling other than "slightly overwhelmed" so his expression is one of those default neutral ones as he hits the end, and shifts his gaze from the book to dirk.
the poems mean something, and he wonders suddenly how long it takes dirk to believe anything he tells him, anything dave said to him in any of these places. will it ever be easier for either of them? ]
Thanks. For this. [ dave shuts the book, as gently as possible. he should be able to say something else, or just hug dirk, or something, so - ] Do you want to see LOHAC? Just telepathic.
[ he doesn't have any presents on him, okay. an impression of his planet is the best he can do on short notice. ]
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But when Dave closes the book, gently, Dirk thinks that maybe he did okay.]
Uh. Sure. That'd be cool.
[His breathing is still very quiet. The nerves still haven't faded.]
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something good. okay. one of the more absurd moments comes to mind and dave concentrates just enough to let through an image/feeling of the LOHAC stock exchange. there's absolutely no real reason to share this, or anything else. it's just a dumb thing he thinks will either make dirk laugh or which would, you know, at least baffle dirk enough to be kind of amusing.
dave's game playthrough was a little bit stupid, in retrospect. the nakodiles had been too easy to trick but he's felt mostly amused affection for them when they weren't stealing his shades or whatnot. the stock market had been his first ever series of bullshit loops built out for a long while and had been a kind of funny learning curve. impressions of heat and turning gears overlay everything in the flash of memory, along with the sense of being in the right place at the right time absolutely, before he lets it go again. ]
I kinda miss those dudes.
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They seem hilarious. Not getting Consorts feels like one of the biggest letdowns of our session.
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Probably were, though I like, wrecked their economy. Did I ever tell you I'm basically a stock market beast? I mean, time powers kinda give that a for sure thing, but I'm pretty good at math and probabilities. Also, they were like. Not super smart, admittedly.
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I seem to recall the occasional allusion to you using temporal abilities to entirely devastate a society's economic system, yes. Lovin' math's a good base for your science things.
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[ why is he talking about this why can't he just come up with something profound ]
What would your favorite school subject have been?
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[He is. Surprised by the second thing?]
I never thought about it.
[his AU Fantasies did not involve school, they involved ninja fights vs juggalos]
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[ well bro was a little controlling and never bothered to feed dave or do most domestic things so school and doctors visits were some of those things that weren't like huge priorities? ]
I mean, you probably wouldn't like any classes. You try really hard to cede control but it doesn't come naturally to you in most situations, does it?
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It's possible that if I'd been socialized in the 21st century, I would have been more willing to take my education institutionally. As it is, it's hard for me to imagine any appeal in anything but an autodidactic approach. I prefer taking my own pace and following my own interests.
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[ the calling out continues ]
You don't always have to stop yourself from bein' the naggy control freak you are, y'know.
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Being a wet blanket control freak isn't one of my most flattering traits.
[He'll respond to that because Dave is still calling him out about school and Hey.]
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[ he's also not sure if he should feel like that? although he also doesn't like to cede control in situations that hit too close to home, but. being the leader of anything had never appealed to dave. the closest he's gotten is enjoying being in charge of their training sessions. ]
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[ things like what they'll do when they hang out or nagging reminders to eat or talk to someone or whatever. ]
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[He isn't entirely sure what to say on his part. He does have his control freak impulses, and he still hasn't truly settled how to handle them. Sometimes he backs off too hard and sometimes he pushes too strong. It's a process, working it out.]
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[ because he obviously has to put up some token resistance for her? ]
Some things I need to be in control of and she never bothers me about those. I'm not sure how she knows the difference.
[ a small frown, but more thoughtful than anything else. maybe it's calculated on rose's part; maybe it's a seer thing. he'd have to ask to know and she might bullshit him. ]
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