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towerofanimus2012-12-08 06:49 pm
knightime) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-08 06:49 pm
Once you party with us
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!]]
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!]]
i'm not sorry
Lalonde, yeah. He's like a really fancy John. Pretty cool guy, though!!
[And the handshake commences as normal for a few seconds-- but then John makes a face, and a startled sound, and then starts to shake his hand a little, vibrating it in place.] Oh, shit! Maybe I was wrong, what's-- aaahhh!
[And he proceeds to make use of his most recent pranking tool-- his Title ability. So he kind of. Evaporates into John-air, leaving nothing behind but a breeze.]
[He rematerializes back behind John and covers his mouth with both his hands to not crack up laughing, though.]
i saw it coming. don't be sorry though, it's beautiful
[So he's pretty sure he just managed to vaporize his alt. future self or whatever...other John is. Was.]
[He stares at his hand, then to where other John had been floating, then back to his hand.]
Well shi-- AH!
[He chose the wrong time to turn around. Not expecting to see the other John un-vaporized, and more importantly BEHIND HIM, John jumps, wobbles, and falls flat on his ass in surprise.]
[Aaaand there goes the prankster's gambit. He can just feel it sinking. Again. Goddammit now he's getting outpranked by himself too. IT NEVER ENDS.]
omg that *icon* is what's beautiful.
[The moment John turns around and shouts, he cracks up laughing, and he doubles over and laughs so hard he's snorting and tearing up just a bit when he falls on his ass.]
Oh man you should have seen your face!! That was Grade A!!
thank you
[His ears are burning as he pushes himself back to his feet, hoping with every fiber of his being that nobody saw that. At least he got pranked by himself so that...he guesses that makes it better? Better than getting bested by Rose or Karkat at any rate, which we are not going to talk about.]
[No one must ever know, especially not himself.]
Yeah, yeah...priceless, I'm sure. If only you had a camera. [He dusts himself off, taking consolation in the fact that at least he didn't shriek like a girl so he does at least have some of his dignity left.]
How did you do that, anyway?
wow this is such a late reply nfjvndbk i'm sorry
[He. he. heh.]
[His grin just broadens, and he taps the side of his head.] I have a mental camera. That face will be etched into my mind's eye for years to come. ...or at least until next week.
[He shrugs his shoulders in lieu of putting his hands into his pockets, but his pajama pants don't have pockets. Bummer, that.] Kinda comes with the whole being a God thing, I guess. I don't really get it. I just get to do cool windy stuff. [He picks his hands up and wiggles his fingers, aiming a soft breeze at his Pokemon-training self.]
it's fine! i'm always fine with backtags c:
Oh, right. The God Tier thing. [Karkat and Vriska had mentioned the whole breezy powers thing before, but actually being able to TURN INTO THE FUCKING WIND was not something John thought that entailed. Color him a little disappointed now.]
So does that make you a future me or are you one of those weird parallel universe alternates I keep hearing about?
yes good :>
Powerpuff Girlsand your pockets, sir.]Yeah, that thing. [John thinks it's pretty fucking rad, to be perfectly honest. And he kinda discovered it on complete accident. So now he's just abusing it.]
Man, I don't know. I've heard people say Dave and I are the "alpha" timeline, but the timeline thing is his deal not mine, I'm not an alpha anything, really, and I like to think that one timeline or universe or whatever isn't really any better than any other one? So I think you're just another John who happens to have-- actually, is that a Pokemon? [Attention span, John.]
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[A Pokemon who, luckily, stopped trying to eat the "cake" a little while ago. The appearance of a dad clone kind of distracted the little Zorua and he hasn't been able to look away from the two of them yet. He's just been staring from dad to the other this entire conversation long.]
[What is this sorcery?]
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Five, actually. Forty five if you want to get super technical.
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[Wow he almost feels bad for that. But not really. He reaches out to scritch Zorua's head.] You called him Michael J., right?
holding off on the other one for a bit in case of info conflict with this one
[Yes. Scritches gooooooooood.]
But yes, that's Michael J. He's a Zorua.
i am so glad i am not the only one that likes doing that.
[He stays on the ground to give ample scritches to Michael, but turns to look at John the moment he mentions badges.] You know you're gonna have to show me those, right? This is like some weeaboo's wet dream, holy crap. [He makes a soft little cooing sort of noise at Michael.] You're a good little-- oh my God you named him Michael J. because he looks like a fox, didn't you.
ahaha definitely not.
Tell me it's not the perfect name. I dare you to sit there and tell me that that Michael J. isn't the perfect name for a fox monster.
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Yes, I love you too but quit that for a second okay? Here, look, you need to meet this guy. [He gestures to John, which causes Chandel's eyes to go wide. With a squeak, she abandons one John's face for another. Though instead of colliding, she's opting to poke and prod and muss up his hair a little. How is this even possible, she doesn't know but she's not questioning.] Chandel is a Litwick. I will give you a moment before I bring the others out. Trust me, you will thank me for not siccing Tron and Chandel on you at the same time.
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[And then he is being assaulted with affection, and he starts laughing and sort of floating backward to try and evade, though without much luck.] Wow, jeez, friendly little thing!!
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Aha, yeah. Juuust a little bit. Don't worry though, she won't hurt you or anything.
[JUST STAND STILL AND LET HER LOVE YOU. STOP FLOATING AWAY.]
i am sorry tags are so slow my job is kicking my ass
I didn't figure as much. This doesn't exactly-- pffft, ahahah. --seem like aggressive behavior. [He finally settles to stand on his feet instead of floating so he stops moving, and lets her love on him to her heart's content.]
it's cool, totally understand that. my job attempts to eat me alive from time to time.
[John can't help but laugh a little as he removes three red and white balls from the band of his fanny pack.]
Okay, brace yourself! [He tosses all three balls at once to reveal three more ghosts: a Dusknoir, Haunter, and Rotom. The Dusknoir does nothing other than just...stare and float and look slightly menacing because holy crap it's a giant, seven foot reaper thing. The Haunter cackles, stretching its disembodied arms because DAMN does it feel good to be out of there. And the Rotom...]
[Well, he stands still for approximately half a second before buzzing all over the damn place, whirring and buzzing away. What's over here, oh no wait, over here, no holy shit look at this! Another John! OH NO WAIT LOOK THERE'S A TV OVER THERE. Oh but wait another John. CD PLAYER!!!!]
[Seems like it's just impossible for the little bugger to sit still for more than maybe two seconds.]
The big guy here is Elliot, he's a Dusknoir. And over there is Slimer, I assume i don't have to tell you what he is. Aaaand the little blue and orange blur is Tron, my Rotom. And there you have it, these are all the Pokebuddies our hosts felt like allowing me to keep.
this took me entirely too long.
[At the inclusion of the other 'mon, Haunter is the only one that John immediately recognizes. He's an oldschool Pokemon'er, and is really only actively familiar with the first 150. But he definitely looks a little alarmed by the Dusknoir. Wow, John, why do you have one of those. That's sort of creepy.]
[But he's quickly distracted by the Rotom and it's flitting around all ADHD-like, trying to keep his eyes on it but mostly failing. When John introduces each of the creatures, Elliot is offered a slight nod of his head.]
Erm, hi. Elliot, Slimer, and Tron.
no shhhhhh
[Slimer cackles once more and moves over to ruffle John's hair and pull on his cheeks a little. That...that is probably approval. Or as close as you're going to get to it with this guy. tron disappears into one of the TVs. WOW WHAT A TEAM OF WINNERS, AM I RIGHT?]
Slimer, stop that! I assure you his face is every bit as stretchy as mine. You don't need to test that.
lays on the floor
[And then his face is abruptly being mangled by a Haunter, and he makes a funny sound that might be laughter, but it's hard to tell with his cheeks being stretched out like that.]
Hiii, Slhhrrr. Stahh thhh. [Translation; Hi, Slimer. Stop that.]
/pokes with a stick
[Charming. Let's just hope that John can feel his face after that.]
[John sighs and calls Slimer back to his ball before the ghost has a chance to zoom away and cause more trouble. This is why you had to stay in the ball for the party, Slimer. This is why.]
So yeah, that's all of them that I have with me. Slimer and Tron really suck at the first impression thing but I promise they really aren't that bad. [Speaking of, guess who just poked his head out of the TV and is now going back inside the ball because of it? One little hyperactive spazzghost, that's who.]
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[John's face reflects all of these reactions, though it stays mostly in one expression.]
[Eventually he deigns to draw his hands down his face, uttering a quiet yechh as he does so.]
Heh. Actually I'd say they're all pretty cool. Reaperdude is a little spooky, but I guess it's no different than accidentally running into Dave's brother and having an argument about eating his shitty cake. [He eyes Elliot warily for a moment.] Which, I, ahm. Sincerely hope you won't opt to reenact, Elliot.