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Is that one of those dudes that keep trying to cover shit up? [See how observant he is? He's following Dirk down the hall, wings tucked in close so as not to ding anyone with them.]
Guess it can't hurt to ask though.
Guess it can't hurt to ask though.
Maybe. You know, some of them don't have any answers. Or don't even have a clue. They just do what they're told.
[Well, ok. Not all of them are that docile. But what's the point in mentioning that enough people have asked questions and never received any answers?
Via elusive bastard powers, they breeze through lifts and corridors to eventually wind up at Dirk's room. Did small chat about some things along the way, and these may have included a variety of uneventful and embarrassing topics as it very well should.
Gets to the door, opens it with nanite-tattoo number key... ]
Well, here we are.
[Well, ok. Not all of them are that docile. But what's the point in mentioning that enough people have asked questions and never received any answers?
Via elusive bastard powers, they breeze through lifts and corridors to eventually wind up at Dirk's room. Did small chat about some things along the way, and these may have included a variety of uneventful and embarrassing topics as it very well should.
Gets to the door, opens it with nanite-tattoo number key... ]
Well, here we are.
Edited 2012-07-02 02:29 (UTC)
[ Welp, this looks... oddly familiar. Makes sense, but it's still jarring. The familiarity and disparity. Enough of that though. This place is-- ]
Cozy.
[ Maybe. Just maybe. They should shack up in Dave's room instead. But he keeps his trap shut.
Oh God, Lil Cal is here. This is officially the worst. ]
Cozy.
[ Maybe. Just maybe. They should shack up in Dave's room instead. But he keeps his trap shut.
Oh God, Lil Cal is here. This is officially the worst. ]
Edited 2012-07-02 02:31 (UTC)
[It looks...like the apartment. Holy shit. The experience is a bit jarring and he keeps his beak shut as he studies everything.
Oh god damn it there's Cal. ...At least there will be no constant laughing morning, noon, and night.
He will punch Dirk if he EVER imitates that laugh. Ever. Right the fuck out.]
Huh. You've been busy.
Oh god damn it there's Cal. ...At least there will be no constant laughing morning, noon, and night.
He will punch Dirk if he EVER imitates that laugh. Ever. Right the fuck out.]
Huh. You've been busy.
Edited 2012-07-02 02:53 (UTC)
I guess.
[Shrugs noncommittally and moves toward some scrap parts.]
I've been working on a bunch of things here and there. It gives me something to do while not really finding answers to any of our questions.
[Studies parts, appears slightly thoughtful, turns to them.]
Guess you guys could get comfortable now. Make yourselves right at home, have some orange soda, play with puppets to your hearts' content.
[Shrugs noncommittally and moves toward some scrap parts.]
I've been working on a bunch of things here and there. It gives me something to do while not really finding answers to any of our questions.
[Studies parts, appears slightly thoughtful, turns to them.]
Guess you guys could get comfortable now. Make yourselves right at home, have some orange soda, play with puppets to your hearts' content.
[ Play with puppets to your hearts' content? Seriously? Yes. This is his brother. Again, both familiar and disturbing. He'll get used to it eventually. Probably.
But there are some things he'll never get used to. Dave refuses to share a bed with Lil Cal or with his brother. He made the point but isn't going to play into rainbow-conducive weather conditions if he doesn't have to. ]
Hold on, gonna swing by my room to pick stuff up. I'll be back.
[ He turns to the door and--it doesn't open. Automatic sliding door stays right where it is. Right. ]
Hey. Need a hand here, bro.
But there are some things he'll never get used to. Dave refuses to share a bed with Lil Cal or with his brother. He made the point but isn't going to play into rainbow-conducive weather conditions if he doesn't have to. ]
Hold on, gonna swing by my room to pick stuff up. I'll be back.
[ He turns to the door and--it doesn't open. Automatic sliding door stays right where it is. Right. ]
Hey. Need a hand here, bro.
[Hell no. He'll never touch those puppets if he can help it. He hasn't really slept much and now that everything is alright? He might take an hour to relax with his eyes shut. Davesprite picks a clear spot out of the wall and sits down.]
Cool, I'll hang here. [His wings tuck in like a big feathery coat.]
Cool, I'll hang here. [His wings tuck in like a big feathery coat.]
Door's hooked up to you. [ Jabs a thumb in its general direction. ] I need out.
[Oh, right. Yeah guess he could--wait, his bro is finally in his room! Can't let him just walk out without having stayed for like five minutes!
What if he doesn't really want to stay?]
Right now? [Turns back to scraps. Might as well start working.] Man, what's the rush?
What if he doesn't really want to stay?]
Right now? [Turns back to scraps. Might as well start working.] Man, what's the rush?
Like I said, need to grab some shit from 007 » 117. [ Wait, how does one pronounce '»' anyway? ]
[Oh man, what now? He hasn't even shut his eyes yet! Probably a good thing he hasn't. One eyebrow raises above the shades as he watches the situation unfold.]
What did you forget? [Or maybe he'll be a bit curious.]
What did you forget? [Or maybe he'll be a bit curious.]
A bed. [ He deadpans. ] I'm sick of sleeping in piles, and like hell I'm sharing.
It's cool, man. Mine's got a little Dave-shaped indentation on it and everything. Shit's comfy.
[ ... ]
Edited (3 rather.) 2012-07-03 05:41 (UTC)
[He can't decide if he wants to clap or swear up a storm. He opts for blank facing and floating up to hover off the floor and make sure Cal ain't moving.]
Yep. We really should have seen that one coming. Shit's sad when the dual Dave team isn't on ball. Knocked that eight ball into the pocket and sent the others flying. Look out below.
Yep. We really should have seen that one coming. Shit's sad when the dual Dave team isn't on ball. Knocked that eight ball into the pocket and sent the others flying. Look out below.
[ He surveys the room in all of its Dirk-fetish glory. ]
Not much else to do but buckle down [ and summon all my man-courage not to cry ] and take it.
[ He picks a corner, kicks a few puppets out, because what did he say about piles especially piles of puppets that is not a thing he is sleeping in ever and stuffs his ass into it. Because he is not taking the bed, and he is equally not leaving his plush rump unguarded for a moment. ]
Whatever, man, I'm beat.
[ It'll be just like sleeping in the apartment back in Houston. Except with considerably less bed and more angled ass in the morning. ]
Whatever, man, I'm beat.
[ It'll be just like sleeping in the apartment back in Houston. Except with considerably less bed and more angled ass in the morning. ]
[God why. They're stuck alone with all these puppets and Cal. Sleep is a distant memory and he can't even think for a second why he wanted to doze. Even with Dirk not present he trusts Cal about like most people hold faith in a burning car not exploding.
He'll just slip up towards the ceiling and get the full scope of the room from above. Yeah. Bird's eye view.]
He'll just slip up towards the ceiling and get the full scope of the room from above. Yeah. Bird's eye view.]
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