Dave Strider (
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mayfield_rpg2012-02-12 01:53 pm
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freestyle rap-off: first verse
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[Dave wakes from what feels like a particularly refreshing nap, the first one he's had in days... which surprises him, because they're usually filled with horrible monsters his sister would describe as eldrish? eelrelish? Some obscure five-dollar word she's always using in her conversations with him. Whatever the case, it's the first indication that he's not where he's supposed to be, which was on a meteor rocketting through the Furthest Ring at nearly the speed of light. The second is the fact that he's actually on a bed, and a comfy one at that, not a pile of disturbingly decapitated plush dragons. Instinctivelly, he reaches out for his shades... but they're nowhere to be found. That's the last straw, he thinks to himself; paradox space has fucked with me for the last time. He hops out of bed and throws open the curtains, flooding the unfamiliar room with light. Pictures of individuals he's never met line the walls, their poses indicating that they've known each other for quite some time.
Maybe one of his friends is around somewhere, one of the smarter ones that seem to be blessed with knowledge a cool kid like him is insultingly denied almost all the time. He makes his way down the hallway - how does he know his way around the house already? - and finds the phone. Somehow he knows what to do; he guesses it could be some more time shenanigans (isn't it always), but in the back of his mind he's pretty sure it's something worse.]
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Uh, hey. Rose, you out there? John? Jade? Karkat? Terezi? Hell, I'll even take the murder troll and the glowy one whose name I can't remember right now, no offense. Um, what the hell happened? Is this the new session already? It doesn't feel like it. Plus I can't find my circus pjs; don't get me wrong, they were goofy as shit, but I'm starting to miss them. It's like they were my captor and I've got Stockholm Syndrome for them: "Oh man I should make fun of you because you look like shitty cosplay but for some reason I want you all over my body like two people getting their grinds on". Except not that graphic 'cuz doing it with clothes is probably illegal here.
Anyway get back to me. Later.
[Dave wakes from what feels like a particularly refreshing nap, the first one he's had in days... which surprises him, because they're usually filled with horrible monsters his sister would describe as eldrish? eelrelish? Some obscure five-dollar word she's always using in her conversations with him. Whatever the case, it's the first indication that he's not where he's supposed to be, which was on a meteor rocketting through the Furthest Ring at nearly the speed of light. The second is the fact that he's actually on a bed, and a comfy one at that, not a pile of disturbingly decapitated plush dragons. Instinctivelly, he reaches out for his shades... but they're nowhere to be found. That's the last straw, he thinks to himself; paradox space has fucked with me for the last time. He hops out of bed and throws open the curtains, flooding the unfamiliar room with light. Pictures of individuals he's never met line the walls, their poses indicating that they've known each other for quite some time.
Maybe one of his friends is around somewhere, one of the smarter ones that seem to be blessed with knowledge a cool kid like him is insultingly denied almost all the time. He makes his way down the hallway - how does he know his way around the house already? - and finds the phone. Somehow he knows what to do; he guesses it could be some more time shenanigans (isn't it always), but in the back of his mind he's pretty sure it's something worse.]
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Uh, hey. Rose, you out there? John? Jade? Karkat? Terezi? Hell, I'll even take the murder troll and the glowy one whose name I can't remember right now, no offense. Um, what the hell happened? Is this the new session already? It doesn't feel like it. Plus I can't find my circus pjs; don't get me wrong, they were goofy as shit, but I'm starting to miss them. It's like they were my captor and I've got Stockholm Syndrome for them: "Oh man I should make fun of you because you look like shitty cosplay but for some reason I want you all over my body like two people getting their grinds on". Except not that graphic 'cuz doing it with clothes is probably illegal here.
Anyway get back to me. Later.
phone
I bet everyone will be happy to know you're here again. Where are you on the timeline? It would be awkward if you were really far back. It's Aradia! I hope you remember me.
[private]
Yeah, I remember you. We met after Rose and I went all God Tier at the Green Sun, yeah? Last thing I remember you and the half-ghost dude sent us off to the new session.
[private]
I was hoping someone would be farther then that. I want to know what happens, but I guess we'll all be waiting a long time for that.
I guess you don't remember being here though! You told me how to have cool parties and I think you and Terezi were real close friends too!
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Anyways it's good to know some other me, whoever it was, showed you about parties. The version of you I remember was all about corpse parties, and while hanging around rotting carcasses can be fun times, there's definitely cooler shit that can go down when the grub sauce is flowing through your veins. Maybe we can have some massive cross-species hootenanny when we catch a break from schoolwork and mysterious mind-wiping overlords.
[private]
I still haven't gotten to have a corpse party...I guess because we don't have corpses here or anything! But I promise that the party I will host will have all your tips! [Oh no. Why would someone even let her...]
School is really fun though! I wish we had it back on Alternia.
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[private]
I used to excavate the ruins near my home!
[private]
Ruins, huh? Like Indiana Jones? Or Troll Indiana Jones I guess? It's weird how you guys basically have like troll versions of our fictional characters and sports heroes.
[private]
Yes! Troll Indiana Jones. I got to dress up like him for your costume Holiday. You humans have such interesting Holidays. Do you guys have an Indiana Jones? [She must watch your movies too. Somehow.]
[private]
I guess we have some pretty cool holidays. Christmas was always a good time; my Bro would get me some sweet gear every year, like my turn tables and a few ill records. Of course I was just a little dude with no way to make money so the best I could do in return was like a macaroni sculpture or a few one-of-a-kind shitty JPEG comics.
What about you guys? Any cool celebrations of random events in your world? I didn't get a chance to properly interrogate my meteor-mates before getting dumped here.
[private]
We have 12th Perigrees Eve. I think it's similar to the human equivalence of Christmas! We also celebrate our Wriggling Days. Holidays aren't something we do as much I guess. [First World Problems for trolls.]
[private]
Wriggling Days... oh yeah, you guys come from grubs or something, yeah? How does that work; do you make cocoons out of your conveniently-designed shirts and burst out with arms and legs and go "whoa, fuck, I can stand and scratch my ass!"
[private]
Hmm, kind of. But that wasn't really my first thought. After our lusus choose us, we help design our home and get help from the Imperial Drones to build it. So life is pretty busy after we leave the caverns.
[private]
And whoa, you get to build your own houses? That's pretty dope. If I had that chance I would've made a whole lot of changes to my crib, not the least of which would've been more accessible hallways and a bigger room for all of my sweet gear.
[private]
Yes! We design them ourselves and we choose where too. Kind of. Obviously, we're only privileged to certain places too, due to the hierarchy. But I did love where I lived. It was next to some great stuff.
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[private]
Really? I don't know what movies he watches. They're usually about sordid Trollmances. I was more of the adventure genre, so I didn't really watch the movies he did.
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Oh yeah, I heard him use the terms "moy-rail" and auspe... auspit... the three-way one a few times when trying to describe some of his favorites, so I guess they're filled with that confusing four-square romance system you guys have going on. I don't suppose any of your favorites were awesome in an ironic way, huh?
[private]
I'm not very good at the ironic thing! Perhaps John can help you. John is your best friend right? I bet he'd be a lot of help. [No, she doesn't realize how wrong she is.]