Dave Strider (
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!]]

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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.
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[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?
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[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.]
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Oh, so then the Rose Egbert that Dave mentioned the other day was a friend of yours?
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...The point is there's a lot of bullshit universal shenanigans going on here. [Dealing with AUs was hard and no one understands.]
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[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?]
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[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!!]