Huh. Didn't realize there was a procedure for that. Is there paperwork involved or what?
[ He'd just been letting Davesprite into and out of his room manually, since the tattoos are what activate the autodoors. Anyway, start walking and he'll follow. ]
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.]
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... ]
[ 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. ]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.
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Sounds like a plan to me. Lead the way, bro.
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[ He'd just been letting Davesprite into and out of his room manually, since the tattoos are what activate the autodoors. Anyway, start walking and he'll follow. ]
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[Getting his move-on here. Heading to room 004 » 097. Come along for a spin.
Dryly adding, ] Could always ask one of those "official" crew engineers or whatever.
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Guess it can't hurt to ask though.
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[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.
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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. ]
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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.
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[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.
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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.
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Cool, I'll hang here. [His wings tuck in like a big feathery coat.]
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He looks at Dave all nonchalant like.]
Yeah? What's up?
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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?
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What did you forget? [Or maybe he'll be a bit curious.]
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Alright.
[Heads to door, opens, and--
/flashstep
--shuts it right after himself. Whoops.]
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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.
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It's mouthbreathing creeper time.
DONE WITH THIS SHIT 8D