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The water line begins to rise
Characters: Dave Strider and everyone everThe best way to keep his mind off things? Ignore it completely. It was such a useless tactic. Something that would backfire on him eventually, if it hasn't already. It's becoming more obvious that sleeping is becoming harder for him to get. And with that small memory charm tucked with his other ones, he was beginning to wonder if he should just yank it off and leave it off somewhere. At the same time, this memory was something that belonged to another Dave. A memory he didn't seem to even own. It scared him and confused him. On one side, it couldn't be that he had forgotten it. His Sis was alive and well. She was a message away on his PDA. On the other, he felt like something was amiss. Whenever he thought about it, it hurt. In many ways. Well, mostly in the form of a headache. But his heart ached too. It left him slightly panicked. Even if Bro wasn't who he grew up with, it was still a version of Sis. A version that died. And it freaked him out. It just added on to whatever else plagued his mind.
Format: Any/Whatever
This log is: Open
Location: Mostly Pool; But eventually Black 2-A
Summary: Despite being told otherwise, Dave still goes to work. He ends up buying memory charms and heads over to the pool to try and swim a little. Swimming at this time of year is stupid. Dave thinks this is incredibly stupid.
Warnings: Sad attempts at swimming, stupid Striders, feelings everywhere, language, and whatever labels you can attach to a Strider, maybe mentions of death
He got up early (did he even sleep? he can't remember) and headed to work. Things were always slow and mostly mundane. He liked it that way. Just letting whatever music played in the shop to distract him for those few hours. While he was weary, it was nice. He stopped by the shop. Recette wasn't there, but the mayor instead. Weird. He left with two memory charms. He wasn't sure who would get the second one yet, but he knew where one of them was going.
Of course, instead of giving it to said person, he ended up redressing and headed to the pool. The lake was still somewhere he refused to approach. Of course he's still scared. Even if he denies it otherwise.
He threw the towel to the side and stood at the shallow end of the pool. He just stared blankly. Dave must have looked so awkward. Skinny and pale and covered in freckles. His trunks, a bright red that contrasted strongly with his skin. He finally put a foot into the water and almost wanted to go back to the dorm. Holy shit it is balls fucking cold. Who the hell actually enjoys this bullcrap??! He grit his teeth and finally settled into the water. He could at least tread water to some extent. Actual swimming? Not so much. Oh, dog paddling. If you could call his sad excuse of paddling as that. Most of the problem?
Dave didn't want to dip his head into the water quite yet. That feeling of suffocation still lingered in his mind and he was still trying to ease himself into it. Treading water is really fucking hard to do when you're shivering your ass off. God, he's already considering getting out again. Why is it so goddamn cold? Isn't spring supposed to be warm or something? Dave never ventured too far from the shallower side, but he was getting better. Even if it was slower than he hoped.
If you hadn't caught him at the pool, you'll probably catch him heading back to his dorm, shivering under his towel and smelling strongly of pool water. A hot shower and maybe he can get to sleep tonight.
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None of this made sense. At the same time, it made a lot of sense at the same time. This was Rose's department though. She could probably figure this all out. Well, probably neither of them could at the moment. There was still memories missing. Things they can't recall but should. He couldn't even recall the last moments of his life, crazily enough.
right
i wanted to ask you about the ink work you got on your arm
kind of struck me as really weird
i mean
yeah
its a webcomic
written by yours truly even
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jack shit
because i seriously understand less than i understood before
what
wait so in your universe
what the fuck???
His Bro...which meant him. Which meant he writes movies? Which...wow he thought he didn't understand a lot before but now he just doesn't understand anything. What type of weird ass alternate universe is this anyways?
But. Dirk got a tattoo out of all of this. Damn if that wasn't kind of heart warming. Made your toes tingle and everything. Not that he would ever admit that the sincerity of the gesture was ten times levels of kind of moving. Appreciated.
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Which means... what? He really wants to see this comic now, just to see what it's like. And does Rose still write books?
"Okay, so that's the same, even if it's necessarily different because of the differing circumstances. Does the name Batterwitch ring any bells?"
Even if Dave wants some more answers, Dirk is more interested in finding out just what the circumstances are where Dave is from. What's going on in his world, what's going to happen to it... What's going to happen to Dave and Rose.
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On the account that it's like reading Harry Potter with a lot of psychoanalyzing overtones where she probably made her friends the main characters of said fanfiction. At least that's what Dave would say.
vaguely
owned the giant ass baking company
idk
it wasnt that huge of a deal
john just has some real big beef with her
but thats probably because all his dad did was bake and shove cakes down his throat
There was no Batterwitch threat. Hell, they were apparently playing SBURB to revive Rose's dead cat of all things. Wow, that doesn't sound that magnificent in the least.
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Fuck. Why does thinking about that make his brain fog up like glasses coming in from the cold?
"Well, shit." If they don't know about her... Is it his place to warn Dave? Telling him about what he was like in his world is one thing, but saying something that could directly influence the future of Dave's actual world... "Help me out, Knight of Time. Telling you about something disastrous that could potentially happen to your world in two years: Helpful or mindnumbingly retarded?"
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i was hoping this wouldnt end up being time shenanigans 101
but try to keep up because this shit basically can get complicated really fast if you dont keep up
basically why im in charge because hells incarnate would be knocking at our door if anyone else tried to do what i did
but time is just pretty much the most fickle bitch
shell catch you with your pants down and basically taunt you
and never give you what you want
but any timeline that isnt the alpha timeline is a doomed timeline
it doesnt exist
there shouldnt even be evidence of it ever existing
which usually means i fucked up somewhere if a doomed timeline happen
were talking about dead daves
btw dead daves are the enemy
we dont want doomed timelines because it does nothing but causes shitty alternate timelines that probably end in some disastrous and shitty way
but honest to gog
telling me anything about my world in two years is pretty much mindnumbingly retarded
because it doesnt exist
when we started the session
none of us kind of knew that meteors were going to come pounding at our doorsteps
thats to say
you cant really say whether we caused it or if it was bound to happen anyways
funny how this shit works
but yeah
tldr
theres really nothing worth saying because earth is gone
Which makes him wonder if the same thing will happen in Dirk's session. Whether everything will be destroyed and the only way to escape that doom was to get into the Medium.
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Dirk finally takes a seat on someone's bed, he's not sure whose, as he reads that big long wall of text. And then reads it again, scrolls back up to read the previous couple of messages and then read the big long text wall again, and finally looks up at Dave.
"You think you understand jack shit. Yeah, okay, I like existing so I'll refrain from fucking around with the past."
Ha ha ha, Dirk. Ha ha ha. Once he regains a certain other memory, he will simultaneously enjoy the hell out of and shit his pants at the dramatic irony inherent in that sentence.
"Meteors. Because of Sburb? Is that what happens?"
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thats what happened to us
but i guess it was more like
it was going to happen anyways
whatever we did doesnt make a difference
some shit like that
egg chicken
the game basically pushes the limits of
how much shit can we throw into a game and still have ti make a reasonable amount of sense
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...wow, that train of thought is familiar. Did he say anything like that to anyone else at some point? It doesn't seem like he did, but...
"Sounds annoying. So the world gets destroyed because we play. And since the world gets destroyed I'm guessing we can't not play because then it'd be one of those doomed timeline things you mentioned, so we just have to go with it." Dirk is okay at just going with it. He'd rather be the one calling the shots, but he can let shit happen if need be. To a point, anyway. It wouldn't really matter if the world did get destroyed anyway, though. It'd suck for the humans (cue random brain fog for no reason) and carapaces still on it, but it's not like they have much of a future anyway, the way Earth is now.
"Well, that sucks." He doesn't sound particularly moved, though.
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although idk what your session is all about
conveniently missing a bunch of memories
its kind of a bitch to not remember what you were doing before you arrive here
And it's sad that he still won't remember it for quite awhile too.
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He rubs his eyes under his glasses for a second. He's getting a headache.
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looks like we can bond over the loss of convenient memories
Except, he just doesn't want to deal with this at all. Ugh.