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]

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.

[reddeadvirtuoso]

So you're the one from the past, and also with a freaky fox Pokemon?

[It's an odd day when she basically accepts this explanation, despite looking pretty damn puzzled about it. Eventually she shrugs though.]

Just thought I'd check. The John I know is John Harley, so you can never be too careful with this flip-fop universe stuff.

[ghostytrainer]

[Michael J gives an indignant yap at that. He is so totally not freaky, scuze u.]

Well I have more than Just Michael J. and they aren't all foxes, but yes I guess that is the gist of it. But yeah no, I am..related to a harley, but I am definitely not a Harley myself.

[reddeadvirtuoso]

[And in response to that yap, Jade went ahead and just start staring at Michael J from behind her glasses. Because staring contests with freaky fox things were always successful.]

Jade Harley, right? [She sort of remembered the connection, thanks to the other John Egbert and talking to the other Harley and she was getting real tired of this bullshit.]

Jade Strider, by the way. I think the Harleys running somewhere else around here.

[ghostytrainer]

Yes, that's right.Luckily I managed to meet up with her on my first day here.

[And Michael J. is still just staring., still looking somewhat miffed.]

Nice to meet you. So...what, you lived with Dave's bro instead? Is that it?

[reddeadvirtuoso]

Bingo.

[To demonstrate, she lifted up her shades up to her forehead to show bright red eyes instead of the typical Harley Green.] I'm the Time kid too. My Dave grew up with his Mom, and my Rose grew up with her Dad.

[And after a bit she eventually put her shades back over her eyes 'cause she seriously can't see without them no we're serious they're perscription.]

[ghostytrainer]

[WELL THAT WAS UNEXPECTED...but okay, Jade with red eyes. This is all still really bizarre for him to think about. He can't imagine not living with his Dad, that's just weird.]

Oh, so then the Rose Egbert that Dave mentioned the other day was a friend of yours?

[reddeadvirtuoso]

Yep. [Er....] Well, she was my bud, but the Egbert from my universe actually had blue eyes too. The one that your Dave met around here was all purple-y instead, even though she was still Egbert.

...The point is there's a lot of bullshit universal shenanigans going on here. [Dealing with AUs was hard and no one understands.]

[ghostytrainer]

I...what.

[His brain was not ready for this.]

So she was a Rose that was raised by my dad but not the same Rose that was raised by my Dad as yours?

[Wh...at?]

[reddeadvirtuoso]

Yes.

[She's like 80% sure that everything he said was what she meant.]

I think it's like, if you had your froofy purple Lalonde go live with your Dad? That was the one that was here before. But the one I knew was never froofy nor purple.

[She's not the damn ectobiologist here!!]