towerofanimus | 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!]]

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[He chuckles.]

You could say that. My, uh. Dad. Is kind of a baker. I mean not professionally, he does business stuff with briefcases and fedoras and pipes and I don't actually know for sure what it is that he does? But he also bakes. A lot. Like way more than any normal guy should.

[He scrunches his face.]

So yeah, I'm kind of a seasoned cake-fighter. Abjurer of Cakes. Yep.

[His smile broadens, and he gives her a pretty firm shake of her hand.] Well nice to meet you, then! Any friend of Dave's is a friend of mine, I've known the loser since forever. What's your name?

[Her head tilts slightly as she listens to the description, making no attempt to interrupt it despite the questions that immediately pop up. Once he's finished,]

So I... take it you got very sick of cake?

[Because that was how it sounded, despite her tendency to figure that something having a connection to one's parent is supposed to mean it's a positive thing. (Even so, she's not so inexperienced as to think all people have a good relationship with their parents, even if she never had any of her own.)]

It's good to have you around, then. I wouldn't know the first thing about fighting cakes.

[She's more gentle about it, but she does return the shake. ~~She is not a very experience hand-shaker so her level is probably pretty low.~~ The first thing that comes to mind is asking him if he was involved in SBURB as well, but she refrains. Not exactly appropriate first meeting conversation OR party conversation, so it's pretty much a double-score 'bad idea'.] Oh...! I'm glad you're not separated. [-- Oh, shoot, she probably should have introduced herself sooner.] My name is Naminé. It's nice to meet you, John.

[Sorry, Nams, John kind of babbles.]

Haha, you could say that.

[He folds his arms over his chest and kind of puffs outward, proud.] Well no worries there, miss. I've got this cake-fighting business covered. You can rest well at night. [John. Stop.]

[He doesn't mind her gentler handshake-- most girls give pretty light shakes anyway, and he's got his mangrit to consider. He smiled at her for a moment, squinted, and then grinned. Namine, eh? So this was the girl Dave was interested in... He squeezed her hand briefly before letting go.] Nice to meet you, Namine.

[It's cool, she don't judge. She much prefers the babbling over a lot of things he could be doing, honestly.]

I'm sure I'll sleep well knowing you're on the job. [Don't mind her giggling, clearly there is nothing humorous about this shut up.] Good luck John, Abjurer of Cakes.

[~~She has plenty of mangrit herself, she just doesn't spend it on handshakes /what~~ She's not certain what the squinting or the grinning is all about but... perhaps it's just poor eyesight and a positive attitude? Whatever the case, she does not squeeze back, but her smile is sincere and slightly amused, the curiosity hiding out under the surface. She's quiet a moment, seeming to consider something, then,] So how long have you known Dave? [Clearly this must be investigated--] Besides 'forever', I mean. [Unless that's legitimately the case--]

[He doesn't mind her giggling at all. In fact, he hams it right the fuck up and bows at the waist, sweeping his hand to the side in an overblown gesture of grandeur.]

Glad to be of service, M'lady.

[He looks thoughtful for a moment.] Gosh, I think it's been almost five years now, technically? Since I'm fourteen now, and we met ...I think when we were ten? It basically has been forever, and we've been through a lot together. Before getting here it'd been a long time since I'd talked to him, though, and we'd never actually met in person! So even if it's awful I'm actually kinda happy to be here.

[Which sets her giggling all the more clearly. Goodness, are all the people from Dave's world so silly, or is it just his friends and relations? Whatever the case, she definitely doesn't mind.]

[The comment about never meeting in person has her looking thoughtful, herself. Funny, how that's something she can relate to, but she suspects her own situation was different from theirs.] That is a long time. [Longer than she's been alive on her own, actually.] And-- I know what you mean about being glad to be here. I've had many opportunities here I never would have otherwise. [Though that one thought still lingers, and so she asks,] Why hadn't you met in person before?

[Heh. Wow, Dave wasn't really kidding when he said this girl was cute. He totally approves of this crushing business.]

Oh, 'cause he lived in Texas and I was in Washington, and since we were kids and travel is really expensive we didn't have the chance to meet before the game. ...And then the game kind of destroyed the world and we still didn't have the chance to meet because of planets and imps and denizens and all kinds of crazy stuff. [He frowns.] It's kind of a long story.

[Head tilt.]

It sounds like it...! [Even if she has no idea what kind of distance lies between 'Texas' and 'Washington' or how they communicated if they never travelled, but it's not hard to grasp all the same. Different worlds different technologies, right? (Though she's familiar with computers, the internet is something else entirely. The Tower's network is the closest she's ever come.) She offers a small smile in the hopes of encouraging some change from that frown.]

But at least you can be together now. That's what counts. And-- I'm glad for you, for both of you. Friends may be in each other's hearts, but being in the same place is special, too.

[She's seen enough of friends being separated.]

Heh, yeah. Dave's not my best friend for nothing. I'm really glad to finally get to hang out with him.

[Even here. It's another one of those things that make the Tower more bearable.]

Then I hope you can keep hanging out together. Without... complications. [Because in a place like this, that's a lot to hope for, so surely they could use a little more, right--] If nothing else, at least we're free to move around most of the time. With any luck, it'll stay that way.

Once you party with us

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