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Sixth Beat | And We'll Go to the Market to Sell it

Characters: Dave Strider and You!
Format: Any/Either
This log is: Open
Location: Music/Instrument shop in town
Summary: Dave works at the music/instrument shop in town. For all his lack of talking, he seems to be pretty educated in the stuff in this place. He's bored and he still looks like crap honestly.
Warnings: Dave's very sassy text and a lot of cussing was to be had.

Dave didn't go to see the new arrivals at the Train Station this time. Not because he didn't think it was important to see who arrived, but because he just didn't want to end up socializing then. He still looked terrible. It's only been a few days since he got into a physical fight with Vriska and kind of ate it pretty badly.

He cleaned up as best as he could and is sitting at the counter of the little shop in town that sold instruments and music. It was nice. He tapped his foot to whatever was playing in the shop and sometimes he'd lip sync to some lyrics to pass time. It kept his mind off things for a little while.

Still, he idly wondered who'd be arriving this round. He stared out at the shop window, fidgeting with the power rings he just bought from Recette's shop. There were two memory charms shoved into his pocket of his trousers. They had homes, but he was stuck at work. He glanced at the clock. Shit, he was doing that thing where he was counting how long it's been. He slams his head against the counter.

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He skims the text quickly enough, leaning forward a bit to make out the words on the screen. Shades indoors wasn't quite helpful when you had to read small text on small screens, but he wasn't going to just walk around without his shades or slip them off. He wasn't raised that way.

He couldn't really remember how his was raised, because he couldn't remember having parents or any sort of guardian. But that was pretty irrelevant.

He nodded, and he was going to go and rummage through the selection, he was, but he was so damned curious. Before he could stop himself, he was talking again. "Would you have a name, by any chance?"

Dave seems to be completely fine with his sunglasses on. But it might also be because, gosh, he rather have them on then someone see his eyes, or the state of his black eye at the moment.

He props his chin onto his hand as he watches Dirk go to town on the store.

Well. He guesses it wouldn't hurt telling the other. Conquest or Fortitude or whatever school he would be at, the older teen would probably be someone he'd see again. He tapped at the PDA, because he can't really just tell him his name verbally.

dave strider
and just incase you needed to know anything else
13
houston texas
well before i ended up here that is
i like music and shit
photography is pretty bitchin
i like walks on the beach at sunset
romantic dinner and getaway for two
etc

He also doesn't mention about the session. The other didn't need to know that.

Edited 2012-02-05 05:16 (UTC)

Dirk doesn't think much of what he reads at first, but he reads the text again. Strider? And from Houston? His stomach twists in on itself, but nothing shows on his face. It could be coincidence, but...what if they were somehow related?

"Really?"

He pulls himself up straighter, looking at the kid full on, and now he understood why people didn't like looking him in the face when they talked to him. It was strange, looking at somebody and being uncertain if you were making eye contact.

"My name is Dirk Strider." He shoves his hands back in his pockets, shoulders returning to a slouch. "15; Houston, Texas. I like music and creating...videos. Movies, if you want to call them that. I would rather have a movie date than go to the beach."

He nodded at the really. Not that he understands why the other wouldn't believe him. It's not like he has a reason to make up shitty stage names to throw people off.

But then he just sits there. And he listens to the other talk and let the information sink in. Dirk Strider? Lives in Houston? Kind of does the nonchalant bullshit behind sunglasses act? ...Sometimes he believed in coincidences but the session really threw any of that out the window. There wasn't such fucking things as coincidences.

as long as were not talking about shitty movies
like con air
seriously
just
if you actually enjoy con air
or nic cage for that matter
you just lose any resemblance to cool in my book

John didn't count. Or something. Plus John was a dork, and it was okay.

He almost snorts, but he was taught that shit like that was uncool. He couldn't quite remember who taught him that, but the name Cal stuck out in his mind. Was Cal the man who raised him? He had to have been.

"No, I know enough that Nicolas Cage is a horrible actor who has a penchant for starring in just as horrible movies. I'm not quite certain if he is what makes them horrible or if they were doomed from the start."

He hesitates for a moment, because he remembers stealing the damned bunny from Con Air to send to a girl he knew. "My guardian, however, seemed to have a fondness for Con Air, or at least the stuffed rabbit from the movie."

Dave nearly drops his PDA onto the table. He'll pretend he totally didn't drop his cool for that one second where he grabs it before it clatters. Honestly, the fact that his face didn't even drop at all was surprising.

But Dave once had gotten that stupid bunny for John. Or whatever John's name is. That one best bro friend he has. But, this was getting crazy weird...really fast. This couldn't just be some shitty coincidence. No kid should have his life revolving around Con Air when Dirk was obviously pretty cool where Con Air was absolutely terrible.

jegus fuck
is this some shitty joke???
is sis putting you up to this or something???
i mean i guess she doesnt have lil cal ruining my life here
but come on
these parellels cannot be some fucking coincidence that decided to land its plump rump onto my plate
and took a shit in it

He crosses his arms over his chest, and he really can't help feel on edge. This was just...strange, and there was absolutely no way this could be merely coincidence. Could it be a construct of the game? He didn't actually get the chance to start the game before he wound up here, but...

"I have no idea who this 'Sis' is. And I would prefer you not say Lil Cal is a life ruiner, seeing as he is the best friend a guy could have."

Yes, he remembers Lil Cal now...Not his guardian, but a very good friend of his, someone who was always there to comfort him when things weren't going quite so well, and the one person who Dirk felt comfortable enough with to hug.

"I don't see why I would need to joke about my identity. Regardless of it having a strange parallels to yours, my memories are not faulty."

lil cal can suck my fucking dick
actually no
shit
thats terrifying
i already get attacked by plump smupette rumps all the time
i do not need some creepy fucking puppet going down on me like a cheap whore

Wait. Wait. Dirk knows who Lil Cal is though. What...that doesn't make any fucking sense. Lil Cal was always part of the Strider household. His household. Fuck, Dirk's last name is Strider. But Dirk was just a little older then him. It was always him and Sis...

Oh shit fuck.

also
i guess i should inform you since you obviously dont seem to realize
but this place is a shithole that fucks with our memories
you might not realize it but
spoiler
youre missing some memories
if you ask everyone else who got dragged to this happiest place on earth but not really
everyone is missing bits of their memories
you cannot bullshit me into thinking you somehow have kept every fucking memory of yours intact

Okay this Dave guy is all sorts of crazy. Lil Cal wasn't a puppet. Was he? He didn't remember him being a puppet. But things were kind of fuzzy when he thought of whoever it was who raised him, so maybe he was right about the memories. It seemed just...absurd, that some place could alter memories, and have you meet someone who was almost exactly like you.

It was, well, kind of creepy. He shakes his head, taking a moment to clear his thoughts.

"If a person didn't know any better, wouldn't they assume their memories were intact and that nothing was done to their head?" He shifted on his feet, and he really just wanted to abscond, but he really wanted to know how he and Dave were related. "Missing memories doesn't quite explain the bizarre similarities between us, though."

when you cant remember your best friends names
everyday
when constantly told what they are
yeah im pretty sure someone fucked my head up good

Whatever. But he has to think about Dirk's words. Because the memories don't explain the parallels. Honestly, he thinks whatever stuff Dirk is forgetting are important in explaining this, but he can't just expect Dirk to remember them unless he somehow gets his memories back.

well
considering this place has no manners
and seems to grab people from different places
but also different timelines
i wouldnt be fucking surprised
...
if we were actually related
in some fucked up ectobiology bullshit
or something
or maybe someone decided to have kids
i dont fucking know

He raises an eyebrow, the first deviation from his blank expression during their entire conversation. They could be related. It was an odd thought, quite frankly, that he could be related to some kid he just met in some strange city that apparently messed with his memories. He couldn't very well say they were absolutely not related at all, because all signs quite frankly pointed towards family.

"Supposing you're right, and we are related, is there any way to find actual, definite proof of any genetic similarities we may have? Or are we never going to know the truth, and we will just have to assume just how we are related to one another and try to pretend this entire situation isn't fucking bizarre."

probably not
fuck youre older then me
i have no fucking clue who the hell you are

Honestly, an older version of himself may have an answer, but at his current age, Dave knew jackshit about this new kid. Maybe Dirk would know more, but it looked like the other was just in as big of a clueless rut as he was.

honestly
this doesnt even weird me out at all
ive been through enough shit from
some assfuck backwards session
to not be surprised by this stuff

"We've already established my age," he mutters with a roll of his eyes. He leaned back on the balls of his feet, trying to think of anyway this could be explained.

But what the hell does he mean by session?

"Session? Such as a game session?" It would probably explain something, if it was related to the game that he and his friends were supposed to play. One of them, he couldn't remember her name, had all sorts of conspiracy theories about SBURB. "If you happen to mean SBURB, I never had the chance to play it."

Dave actually drops the PDA this time. There were a lot of details he knew he was forgetting. Like the last parts of his life before he got here were no longer memories he could access. Fuck, now he actually needed to figure out how to get those memories back.

He quickly typed into his PDA.

okay
what the fuck???
how do you know about the sburb beta???

Dirk stares at him, knowing full well he's probably struck some sort of overly sensitive nerve. He also had the feeling like he was missing something huge.

"It wasn't the beta we were supposed to play. We were going to be the very first to play SBURB Alpha." He's heard his friends talk, and he knew that they believed the game would reunite them with their guardians, but...different than the ones they knew. Some sort of game bullshit. They hadn't even started the game, but is that where Dave came from? There were far too many questions that needed to be answered.

His head hurt. He feels like that he should know more, but the harder he thought about it, the more it hurt. Fuck this place and not letting him remember jack shit. The blonde would know. Damn it. He forgot her name. But she would have known. She was their seer or some shit. If it was something he couldn't figure out through his time traveling, then she would know with her powers.

the amount of time bullshit
and universe shenanigans
is off the fucking roof
how many of you were playing???
let me guess
four including you

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