Once you party with us

[knightime]

Characters: Dave Strider, the loser Homestucks with birthdays in December, Naminé, and everyone else who's in the Media Room at that time.
Setting: Media Room
Format: Either
Summary: Party in the media room. Look at all these stupid kids who have birthdays in December.
Warnings: Teenagers are dumb. Stupid shenanigans.

It wasn't really a proper party set-up. There were no decorations or anything that would signify it were a party. Dave didn't really have supplies or time to make anything and he wasn't really around to even plan anything in the first place.

Jason didn't really make it any easier by giving them only foodbars and water for this month either.

But he did try. He made those shitty paper ringlets to hang and he taped really crappy drawings of balloons to the walls. An attempt was made and he thinks his balloons are pretty fucking awesome anyways. It was a little sad. The list was a lot shorter than he anticipated. He ignored that nagging thought though. He didn't want to recall that a lot of his friends had left while he was gone.

Yeah, pretending that isn't a thing that happened.

Too busy admiring his really shitty attempt at birthday decorations.

Damn, he even made a cake. Ok. It wasn't really a cake. He mashed nutrition bars into a bowl with water and attempted to bake it. That...that didn't actually really come out like he hoped. Mostly, he put it in too long so the outside was completely burn yet the middle was still a really gross mush. No one was probably going to eat it. But it's the thought that counts...

It's a really gross fucking cake.

Obviously though, he should be in charge of birthdays all the time. "Fuck, I'm amazing at this." No, Dave. This is pretty shitty and you know it. You tried though. You tried.

[[OOC: Feel free to threadjack and mingle!]]

Comments

[ghostytrainer]

[Just staring at that "cake." An attempt was made, sure, but dear god that is just...]

[Ew. Gross. Not that he would be singing a different tune if it was actually a real cake, but still. John's Zorua doesn't seem to share his opinion though, as he hops up onto the table, trots over to the bowl, and...sticks his face in it.]

Michael J., no! Don't eat that!

[You ever seen a kid try and pull a magic fox thing out of a bowl of mashed up nutrition bars? Well you have now!]

[tentacletrainer]

From the looks of it, you may not be able to stop him. [[Rose is just going to be standing behind John, watching the little fox go. And then just watching as Turkey tries to haul himself up onto the table. He kind of gets up there, and then just starts dragging the cake bowl toward him instead. Screw getting the rest of his body up there.]]

[ghostytrainer]

So what you are saying then is that you will be the one cleaning up fox puke later, right?

[Michael J. yaps and growls at Turkey. Wow, that was his bro. Way to be an asshole. John bops him lightly on the nose for this.]

Oh, stop that! You too, Turkey. You're both going to get sick!

[Just...going to try and pull the bowl away and keep the Zorua and Larvesta from getting into a fight. He doesn't have enough hands for this. Rose. Rose, halp.]

[tentacletrainer]

Not at all. I'm just saying you may not be able to win this battle. [[She considers her options as she watches the boy try to break them up by pulling the bowl away, before deciding to step in and scoop little Michael up, cradling him in her arms and playing with his paws a little.]]

Come on now. How about I get you fresh nutrition bars later, hm?

[ghostytrainer]

[Michael J. wriggles in her arms, yipping happily. He accepts this offer of fresh food at a later time! Later time is like...a couple minutes, right momma? Right?]

I totally had it. [He grumbles and tugs the bowl away from Turkey now that he doesn't have to worry about Michael J.] We'll get you some later too, alright?

[tentacletrainer]

[[Try a couple hours, sweetie. But she's not going to tell him that.]]

Uh-huh. That's why it looked like you were about to drop the bowl. And wouldn't that be unfortunate? [[Turkey seems placated for now, kind of...trying to climb onto John to get coddled too. You know how Derptini sometimes still tries to stick his head in Rose's shirt? Because he kind of doesn't grasp all the way that he's too big?

Yeah. Turkey's worse.]]

[heirterosexual]

[John's just kind of cracking up from over here, 'kay.]

Dude, let him! That way we won't have to eat it.

[ghostytrainer]

And have him throw it up all over my bed later?! I don't think s--

[Oh.]

[Now John has seen a lot of weird shit before, both in SBURB and in Johto. But this kind of takes the shitty nutritional bar cake. One glance at this guy's eyes tells him that this isn't Jake so face-twin nonsense is ruled out. He can't time travel, so that kind of rules out a past or future self. Though then again, that outfit looks kind of reminiscent of Dave, Vriska, and Aradia's god tier jammies. And didn't Dave say something about his having a stupidly long hood?]

[Okay so maybe future self isn't entirely crossed out, but that doesn't really explain how both of them could be here since, again. He's not the one with time powers.]

Uhh...

[What...what do you say in this sort of situation. This is weird. Why did no one mention this to him. Or if they did, why wasn't he paying more attention and actually registering it?]

[heirterosexual]

Oh, gross. Okay, that's reason enough to make him quit, then.

[John is less bothered. He's also floating, because fuck walking when you don't have to. Though he belatedly realizes the lack of fancy dress and braces on this John and squints. Yeah, he's been under that much of a rock known as Anna can't get her tagging mojo in line and hasn't quite realized that Jolal is gone.]

...You're not the other John that was here before. Okay, so it's new nickname time.

[He floats a little lower and peers at John's 'mon, squinting and then offering John himself a hand to shake.]

Obvious statement; hi, I'm John Egbert. And so are you, I guess. Or John somebody.

i did not even see your typos where were they......

[ghostytrainer]

[Oh what the hell, he can fly? Bullshit.]

Uhh...no. Definitely not. I just got here a little while ago.

[John stares at John's offered hand but doesn't take it just yet. He seems a little wary.]

John Egbert, yeah. That's me too. [Still just staring at his hand though!! It's a hand!! And he wants him to shake it but is that even allowed?!]

Err... possibly dumb question but it's cool for me to shake your hand right? It's not going to like... cause all life as we know it to stop instantaneously and every molecule in our bodies to explode at the speed of light, right?

[In other words: is it safe to cross the Johns?]

rofl they were everywhere.

[heirterosexual]

[Got Tiger, bro. Got Tiger.]

[John's hesitance has just... given him the greatest pranking idea ever. He grins, and shakes his head.]

Should be safe! I shook hands with-- or at least I clapped him on the shoulder a time or two --the other John, and nothing crazy happened!

[knightime]

[Wow, don't make fun of his cake?! He tried real hard to make a cake with what they had at hand. Shut up.]

Wow, that's fucking gross...

[Okay, even Dave finds this cake really gross.]

[ghostytrainer]

[John manages to tug Michael J. out of the bowl and decides that it would probably be for the best if he just holds onto the little guy for now. Because he's pretty sure he knows what will happen the moment he puts him down...]

Juuust a little bit, yeah. What did you even put in this? Aside from nutrition bars, I mean. That much I can tell is in there.

[knightime]

The only thing we had. Nutrition bars and water. I thought maybe baking it would help. I don't know. Don't cakes become the shit because you put them in the oven? I don't know how baking works.

[Dave glances at the cake that is slightly eaten now.] I don't think it worked out like I had planned though.

[ghostytrainer]

...

[Sigh. Dave, what are we going to do with you?.]

No, Dave, the oven does not magically turn bowls of mush into cakes...you need more than just water for that. Maybe I can show you one day.

[He pats him on the shoulder.]

It's the thought that counts though, right?

[knightime]

Microwaves are so fucking easy. I thought ovens were like bigger versions of microwaves.

[Dave is so hopeless right now. You don't even know.]

We're throwing this out. If people actually eat it, I'm not responsible for potential food poisoning.

[floreatnoctem]

...goodness.

[Chidori watches this with something like a smile on her face, head tilting slightly as she watches. She should probably help but... well. She doesn't really want any mashed nutrition bar getting onto her dress.]

Well, at least it's being eaten?

[ghostytrainer]

Yeah, but I don't want him getting sick any more than I want any of us getting sick.

[Well it is a very pretty dress so it's understandable! If John had-- no we aren't going there. Nope. Luckily, John has this under control and manages to separate his Zorua from the cake fairly quickly. Wriggling fox still in his arms, he turns to face whoever it was who was speaking to him, oh hey it's someone he doesn't know. Or even recognize as an alt version of one of his friends or something. Must be one of Dave or Jade's friends or something.]

Hi!

[floreatnoctem]

I would presume that whatever he is, he's more resilient than a person.

[Though of course, depending on what he is, he might be less resilient as well. Still, he looks well enough from all his squirming, and when its owner turns and greets her, she inclines her head, a pleasant expression on her face.]

Hello. Might I ask just what, exactly, that is?

[ghostytrainer]

[Yeah, he'll be fine. A little bad cooking won't kill him. John is just an overly concerned dad when it comes to his younger 'mons.]

Oh! This is a Zorua. He's a Pokemon! Not sure if that exists in whatever world you come from, but it's a video game in the one I come from originally.

[Yap yap! Yes, this is Zorua. Tail wag.]

[floreatnoctem]

[John, that's cute.]

...a Pokemon. Really?

[No way... she'd never played the games, but I mean really- she's from Japan.]

He's certainly cute. How ever did you get a real Pokemon?

[reddeadvirtuoso]

[It was a shame there was no other food around here, because this would be the perfect thing to eat some popcorn at.

Yep she's just gonna rest her elbows on the table and watch sorry not!ectobro.]

Gotta let a growing.. [izzat some kinda fox or....] fox monster get their nutrients.

[ghostytrainer]

Yeah but not on Dave's potentially poisonous "cooking." [He spares a hand from wrestling with Michael J. in order to air quote the word. Because...nice try Dave, but no. No. This is not how you cook.]

[Once he manages to get Michael J. away from it, he actually looks up and is somewhat surprised to see that he wasn't talking to Jade. Or...wait. Wait is that Jade? Kinda sounds like her, looks like her with shorter hair...]

Jade?

[reddeadvirtuoso]

Guess that'd probably qualify as animal abuse or illegal substance testing somewhere down the road.

[There's just a very critical look at the "cake" while John is wrasslin with the Pokemon, which she finally breaks to look at him again when he speaks.]

That's my name, don't wear it out. [Though... Hm. She had guessed this was the Egbert!John, but he didn't seem to recognize her anymore? Then again she was pretty sure that John didn't have a weird little fox thing.

There's the slightest trace of a frown before she lets out an overly-exasperated sigh.] So which one are you this time?

[ghostytrainer]

Which...one? Um...well I'm John Egbert, if that's what you mean. But not the one with the weird swooshy powers. Or...well, okay that's not entirely right. I am him, he's just me in the future and didn't get dragged to the world of pokemon for two years? Something like that, anyway.