[Dirk. Frowns! He doesn't approve of this at all.]
We're not gonna go through the warps. The goal is to see about disrupting the warping system. Frankly, I can probably pull it off on a lucky flashstep.
Proximity doesn't actually matter as long as I'm not right up against the portal. When we got that close, Homura could feel it, too. I'd bet money you could if you were near enough.
[ he is kind of eating his apple, kind of being distracted. ]
Otherwise, it all feels the same anyway. It's just...
[ though nothing immediately happens because the schedule of the warpers is Catlike in that they seem to be doing whatever the fuck with no pattern he can discern. hopefully dave will not be stupid enough to just flip a switch on dirk the second it happens to him except HE IS GOING TO BE EXACTLY THAT BRAND OF STUPID IN A SECOND OR TWO, SORRY BRO ]
I'll eat whatever you want after. [ he cannot promise anything about his sleeping schedule at this juncture, okay. ]
then dave tenses in a way that's hard to spot if you're not actually touching dave, and throws open a mental floodgate for a second to share what he's thinking. or rather, what he's feeling happen. the feeling of going through the portals was disorienting and time felt simply wrong, heavy and tangled up and wonky and being worked by someone not him or homura, who was allowed and whose stops never felt unnatural so much as different. the feeling of the portals popping up into the existence of his aspect, which is usually a smooth flow save for the occasional stutter when homura does whatever, was a somewhat lessened version of the portal trip.
the trip probably wouldn't bother dirk or jake or anyone else half so much as it had dave. the problem here is mostly that he spends all of his time these days completely open to the flow of time; he'd been aggravated the little amount of time he hadn't been able to feel the flow or automatically know when he was, and he'd had dirk distract him at that time.
this time, a distraction probably wouldn't help. there's the twist of disorientation and nausea in the pit of his stomach, a splinter of pain behind his eyes, a heavy feeling in his limbs, and the gut-deep vehement feeling that something is wrong overlaying everything else because someone's messing with the flow he's used to defending and utilizing without interference. and now he knows the cause, so he feels offended and kind of betrayed by the thing that is supposed to be his.
there's a snap back to normalcy and dave's disoriented nausea and rebuilding headache stays for a second before he reorients with the flow of seconds and milliseconds and even smaller intervals around him that feel like relief and comfort and safety, remembering when he is and readjusting with a sort of aggravated resignation and probably giving a weird split-second and small window view into time as a concept for dave, and then he cuts the feed as he remembers it. ]
Mom said something about apples shaped like dicks.
[ he forces himself to eat another apple slice. he is nearly done. that seemed like relevant info for dirk to have??? beyond a faint grimace of irritation, there's no other physical sign of what he just shoved at dirk. ]
Well, she originally said dicks shaped like apples, but.
[ drunk rose district style typo. ]
Anyway, see? Proximity ain't a concern.
[ that clearly proved his point and dirk should stop letting dave show him dumb shit rather than using his words since it usually ends with > and now dirk feels like garbage.
[Dirk actually eats the apple slice automatically and then. Wait.]
You are now short a slice of apple.
[He has to get more apples for Dave now.]
I was thinkin' about something while you were sleeping. Not an ultimatum? Just a thing I've been thinkin' about, regarding the selfish thing you think is too selfish to be acceptable.
What if I just ask people how they feel about it? And if anything bothers them with it, I can talk it out with them, see what the issue is. See whether or not it's a thing that can be dealt with or if it isn't. Just sort of figure out what'd be going. It isn't like I want to hurt anyone either. [like sure only a select few opinions matter enough that Dirk would be desperate to balance their needs against Dave's, but it isn't like he WANTS to hurt people.] Maybe it'd be best if I find out for myself how people feel about it, and come to an informed opinion, rather than start by trying to work out how to make it happen.
No obligation on your part to let me in after I ask around. I just kinda want to see what you mean. [His expression shows that quiet candour. He has been thinking about it. And it worries him? Would people really be upset by it? He doesn't understand why. He wants to.]
You have absolutely just signed my death warrant by takin' one single solitary slice of an apple away from me. We're gonna have to have a honorable battle to the death, or to the apple slice, whichever comes first. This is clearly a top-tier concern and the Dersite rags would be all over this shit? Rose would tip 'em off. No one will ever recover from the loss, even if there's a win. It'll be a bitter feud lastin' millenia.
[ he hands dirk another slice of apple before eating one more for himself. ]
...Okay. [ this proposition, when jabbed at in his mind, doesn't hurt like some of the others. there's no obligation and no real chance that anyone has to be hurt if it's just talking about things. more importantly, this time dirk didn't specify dave talking to people outside of rose/jade/karkat about feelings.
he is kind of predictable in some pretty terrible ways. ]
Any other thoughts you had while I was out I should know about?
[TWO WHOLE APPLES!! not even whole. Truly, Dirk is a tough task-master.]
Okay. I figured that instead of insisting that things would be okay, I should try to actually understand the reasoning you were going with.
[No obligation, no forcing hands, no insistence that anyone has to be hurt. Just Dirk trying to figure things out for himself.]
A tower's inherent flaw in terms of privacy is that it replicates vertically the lack of division in spaces commonplace in pre-nineteenth century Western homes. Movement from one room to another requires going through other rooms, ensuring that any space is at risk of invasion if any other person inhabits or visits the tower. The segmentation of homes through the use of hallways facilitated the development of enclosure and the concept of privacy in the home in a way that would be difficult to implement with the tower's structure.
[ i mean dirk was gonna make him eat an apple anyway ? that is why he's eating it? and has finished his slices so he just crosses his arms over his chest and shuts his eyes. he might tense for a second but it's gone as soon as it arrives, mostly. ]
The inherent flaw doesn't matter if there's only one person in the tower, though. Even if there weren't, you could do those like...screen thingies around the stairs, or make doors to the floors or somethin'. I didn't care enough to mess with anythin' other than the lack of doors and windows lower down. And every space in any situation is always at risk of invasion, regardless of whether or not there's a segmentation of hallways or enclosure. The concept of privacy is a crapshoot and possibly more of an illusion? Especially in the 21st century. Your shit is always everyone's business in a lot of really weird ways.
I'm not arguing that. [Like. Dave sure has a specific experience with it. But also.] Between various telecommunication devices available in the era, I'd assume that even without Her Imperial Condescension there was a lot of spying going on.
[Also his choice to make Dave is made by!!!
pulling out another apple and handing it to him? It is also pre-sliced. How many pre-sliced apples are in Dirk's sylladex, and what did he rhyme them with.]
One of the things I found most interesting about rebellion efforts was the decision to avoid monitoring by going to lower levels of tech. Grandma English did her best with Skaianet to counter what was available, and that was a huge assist for the rebellion. But in other cases they'd have to avoid monitoring by using the highly advanced technique of transmitting information by paper.
[ he stubbornly splits it in half and hands dirk half, so. ]
I mean, yes. I don't think anyone else had much luck spyin' on our place, actually. [ most human beings do not move as quickly as dave or dirk or bro do. and dave's pretty sure bro would have taken care of anyone intruding on his privacy. ] But it wasn't like nosy neighbors weren't a thing that happened to other people.
[ just like. other people. ]
Would you actually be able to survive goin' low tech?
Probably not my thing, either, but it might not be all bad.
[ but honestly he would just put up with kind of whatever, so. complain? sure maybe. but put up with it. ]
Just, you know, mostly bad. I'm not sure what you're supposed to do to waste time when you can't get a direct iv of bad movies and good music. Sit around a campfire and share stories with friends? Go like, chop down trees? This is why shit like marbles was popular at some point, isn't it.
I'm reasonably sure there are other answers for that. Like, you know, killing people for fun and profit becoming illegal as history progressed, for whatever reason.
[ sure he isn't ]
Kinda doubt I'd find ancient sports all that much more compellin' than modern ones, honestly. The pursuit of the ball eludes me. It's there, in like a million different forms, and then you get it, and you like...what. Try to keep it the fuck away from you or try to keep it close, and then like, you get a point I guess??? And you have to interact with it in like all these weird different ways like hello good sir since this is THIS sport I'm not gonna touch you at all because that'd be weird as fuck but since we're in THIS sport I'm gonna rub my grubby sweaty hands all over your body and then chuck you away as soon as I'm done? Why is it such a big deal to have the ball when you gotta like go make some big PLAY for it, why does that MATTER? I get that it does but I don't get why it does.
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[So he will ask for her help.]
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[ why this ]
I don't really like the thought of y'all bein' around weird timewarps without me at least in the vicinity.
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We're not gonna go through the warps. The goal is to see about disrupting the warping system. Frankly, I can probably pull it off on a lucky flashstep.
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[ GOING THROUGH THE PORTALS WAS PERHAPS NOT HIS FINEST CHOICE ]
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[This is a dumb argument they're now having. Dave better be eating his apple during it.]
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[ he is kind of eating his apple, kind of being distracted. ]
Otherwise, it all feels the same anyway. It's just...
[ ??? how to describe it.
well, they have telepathy. ]
I can probably hook you in for the next warp.
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[Why did Dirk readily agree to let Dave project discomfort/pain at him? Because he's an idiot.]
Will you eat and sleep immediately after?
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[ though nothing immediately happens because the schedule of the warpers is Catlike in that they seem to be doing whatever the fuck with no pattern he can discern. hopefully dave will not be stupid enough to just flip a switch on dirk the second it happens to him except HE IS GOING TO BE EXACTLY THAT BRAND OF STUPID IN A SECOND OR TWO, SORRY BRO ]
I'll eat whatever you want after. [ he cannot promise anything about his sleeping schedule at this juncture, okay. ]
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Lay down for a bit? Just resting.
[He is just Worried and it's so obvious in ever slight, barely readable line on his face]
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[ so, there's that.
then dave tenses in a way that's hard to spot if you're not actually touching dave, and throws open a mental floodgate for a second to share what he's thinking. or rather, what he's feeling happen. the feeling of going through the portals was disorienting and time felt simply wrong, heavy and tangled up and wonky and being worked by someone not him or homura, who was allowed and whose stops never felt unnatural so much as different. the feeling of the portals popping up into the existence of his aspect, which is usually a smooth flow save for the occasional stutter when homura does whatever, was a somewhat lessened version of the portal trip.
the trip probably wouldn't bother dirk or jake or anyone else half so much as it had dave. the problem here is mostly that he spends all of his time these days completely open to the flow of time; he'd been aggravated the little amount of time he hadn't been able to feel the flow or automatically know when he was, and he'd had dirk distract him at that time.
this time, a distraction probably wouldn't help. there's the twist of disorientation and nausea in the pit of his stomach, a splinter of pain behind his eyes, a heavy feeling in his limbs, and the gut-deep vehement feeling that something is wrong overlaying everything else because someone's messing with the flow he's used to defending and utilizing without interference. and now he knows the cause, so he feels offended and kind of betrayed by the thing that is supposed to be his.
there's a snap back to normalcy and dave's disoriented nausea and rebuilding headache stays for a second before he reorients with the flow of seconds and milliseconds and even smaller intervals around him that feel like relief and comfort and safety, remembering when he is and readjusting with a sort of aggravated resignation and probably giving a weird split-second and small window view into time as a concept for dave, and then he cuts the feed as he remembers it. ]
Mom said something about apples shaped like dicks.
[ he forces himself to eat another apple slice. he is nearly done. that seemed like relevant info for dirk to have??? beyond a faint grimace of irritation, there's no other physical sign of what he just shoved at dirk. ]
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Ow.
[That's it. That's all he has to say on the matter. Nailed it.]
You two are way too related. [Apples shaped like dicks, w h y.]
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[ drunk rose district style typo. ]
Anyway, see? Proximity ain't a concern.
[ that clearly proved his point and dirk should stop letting dave show him dumb shit rather than using his words since it usually ends with > and now dirk feels like garbage.
he will hand dirk an apple slice though. ]
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You are now short a slice of apple.
[He has to get more apples for Dave now.]
I was thinkin' about something while you were sleeping. Not an ultimatum? Just a thing I've been thinkin' about, regarding the selfish thing you think is too selfish to be acceptable.
What if I just ask people how they feel about it? And if anything bothers them with it, I can talk it out with them, see what the issue is. See whether or not it's a thing that can be dealt with or if it isn't. Just sort of figure out what'd be going. It isn't like I want to hurt anyone either. [like sure only a select few opinions matter enough that Dirk would be desperate to balance their needs against Dave's, but it isn't like he WANTS to hurt people.] Maybe it'd be best if I find out for myself how people feel about it, and come to an informed opinion, rather than start by trying to work out how to make it happen.
No obligation on your part to let me in after I ask around. I just kinda want to see what you mean. [His expression shows that quiet candour. He has been thinking about it. And it worries him? Would people really be upset by it? He doesn't understand why. He wants to.]
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[ he hands dirk another slice of apple before eating one more for himself. ]
...Okay. [ this proposition, when jabbed at in his mind, doesn't hurt like some of the others. there's no obligation and no real chance that anyone has to be hurt if it's just talking about things. more importantly, this time dirk didn't specify dave talking to people outside of rose/jade/karkat about feelings.
he is kind of predictable in some pretty terrible ways. ]
Any other thoughts you had while I was out I should know about?
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You're going to have to eat a second apple now.
[TWO WHOLE APPLES!! not even whole. Truly, Dirk is a tough task-master.]
Okay. I figured that instead of insisting that things would be okay, I should try to actually understand the reasoning you were going with.
[No obligation, no forcing hands, no insistence that anyone has to be hurt. Just Dirk trying to figure things out for himself.]
A tower's inherent flaw in terms of privacy is that it replicates vertically the lack of division in spaces commonplace in pre-nineteenth century Western homes. Movement from one room to another requires going through other rooms, ensuring that any space is at risk of invasion if any other person inhabits or visits the tower. The segmentation of homes through the use of hallways facilitated the development of enclosure and the concept of privacy in the home in a way that would be difficult to implement with the tower's structure.
[why did you ask what his thoughts were]
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[ i mean dirk was gonna make him eat an apple anyway ? that is why he's eating it? and has finished his slices so he just crosses his arms over his chest and shuts his eyes. he might tense for a second but it's gone as soon as it arrives, mostly. ]
The inherent flaw doesn't matter if there's only one person in the tower, though. Even if there weren't, you could do those like...screen thingies around the stairs, or make doors to the floors or somethin'. I didn't care enough to mess with anythin' other than the lack of doors and windows lower down. And every space in any situation is always at risk of invasion, regardless of whether or not there's a segmentation of hallways or enclosure. The concept of privacy is a crapshoot and possibly more of an illusion? Especially in the 21st century. Your shit is always everyone's business in a lot of really weird ways.
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[Also his choice to make Dave is made by!!!
pulling out another apple and handing it to him? It is also pre-sliced. How many pre-sliced apples are in Dirk's sylladex, and what did he rhyme them with.]
One of the things I found most interesting about rebellion efforts was the decision to avoid monitoring by going to lower levels of tech. Grandma English did her best with Skaianet to counter what was available, and that was a huge assist for the rebellion. But in other cases they'd have to avoid monitoring by using the highly advanced technique of transmitting information by paper.
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I mean, yes. I don't think anyone else had much luck spyin' on our place, actually. [ most human beings do not move as quickly as dave or dirk or bro do. and dave's pretty sure bro would have taken care of anyone intruding on his privacy. ] But it wasn't like nosy neighbors weren't a thing that happened to other people.
[ just like. other people. ]
Would you actually be able to survive goin' low tech?
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[Fuck this time to go steampunk, he refuses to be low tech]
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[ but honestly he would just put up with kind of whatever, so. complain? sure maybe. but put up with it. ]
Just, you know, mostly bad. I'm not sure what you're supposed to do to waste time when you can't get a direct iv of bad movies and good music. Sit around a campfire and share stories with friends? Go like, chop down trees? This is why shit like marbles was popular at some point, isn't it.
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[Dirk is not overreacting to the consequence of No Tech.]
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[ sure he isn't ]
Kinda doubt I'd find ancient sports all that much more compellin' than modern ones, honestly. The pursuit of the ball eludes me. It's there, in like a million different forms, and then you get it, and you like...what. Try to keep it the fuck away from you or try to keep it close, and then like, you get a point I guess??? And you have to interact with it in like all these weird different ways like hello good sir since this is THIS sport I'm not gonna touch you at all because that'd be weird as fuck but since we're in THIS sport I'm gonna rub my grubby sweaty hands all over your body and then chuck you away as soon as I'm done? Why is it such a big deal to have the ball when you gotta like go make some big PLAY for it, why does that MATTER? I get that it does but I don't get why it does.
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We could go into the psychology behind why humans assign value to games if you really wanted.
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[ like
dirk really wants to go into the psychology behind why humans assign value to games now that he said it, doesn't he. ]
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[Dave said be honest.]
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