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

[knightime]

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.

Comments

[knightime]

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

[timaeustestifies]

"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."

[knightime]

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???

[timaeustestifies]

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.

[knightime]

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