Snoop, we're not in Pokeland, anymore.

[turntechtrainer]

Characters: Dave Strider of the game transplant type and YOU
Setting: Outside room 3-04, and the cafeteria
Format: Action but if you want prose, bring it and I'll match you.
Summary: So you heard about those two pokemon trainers? Well there is a third...
Warnings: Language, probably. Will update as needed.

Room 3-04

[Going to bed and waking up somewhere new had only happened twice in Dave's life. He wasn't a fan of before and now is no different. Some part of him expected it. Like how his dreams are full of mazes, the screeching of crows, and death painted in so many colorful ways. Once the waking hour happens, he tends to push it out of his head.

Not thinking about it has been his best friend. Unfortunately, now he has to consider it because of a letter. Then again, if it had been old gold tooth who brought him here, he'd expect to be space dust.

He stands in the hallway just outside room 3-04 and frowns down at his pokegear. The piece of shit just isn't connecting which is stupid. It has perfect signal, usually. Dave is different from the one any tower resident would be familiar with. He's clearly older, fairly tall, and starting to fill out and take on more of a resemblance to his parents.

He stuffs the gear into the pocket of his dark coat and looks to the flame maned unicorn to his left.] Don't look at me, man. I got nothing to even say about this. If you're along for the ride that means either I'm asleep, so, stand by for murder by the ticking clock, or, who even knows.

[He reaches out to pat her nose, giving it a reassuring rub with a sigh.] If it's Team Rocket don't settle for hot foot. Roast their shorts.


Cafeteria


[By this point, he's gotten hungry. Anyone treading into the cafeteria will find one blond haired shade wearing douche of a guy in a dark coat sitting between two large dragons. None of them look all that pleased with the food but they're eating the stupid oatmeal anyway. Dave wasn't the only one that got so hopelessly spoiled on Jane's cooking.

Sitting wrapped up in a knitted scarf (red, green, purple, and blue), is a large egg. Dave keeps checking on it, sometimes shifting so he can keep an eye on his scaled bros and the egg at the same time. After a while he just transfers it to his lap where he knows it will be safe.]

Comments

[turntechtrainer]

Something like that. [This is his territory. The domain of a time player and his whole demeanor shifts from casual and almost lazy to informing and serious.]

All of time exists. It is already laid out like miles and miles of straight lines. In one line our universe is destroyed. In another it might not be, which makes it doomed. A specific series of events are carried out, or nothing progresses in that line.

That's why they end. We can affect the outcomes to some degree and create other lines which could loop around and keep the main one going. It doesn't really matter who does it so long as it's done. Technically we are the same person, same branch of the time tree, just slightly altered shit. Don't ask me how pokeland factors into that, I have no clue.

[papshooshing]

I don't much care for the implications of that either. If I ended up in a doomed timeline, I would rather be floating around in dreambubbles instead of playing poke the squeakbeast and see what it does.

And this just reminds me why I am glad but also slightly envious that Time is not my aspect.

[turntechtrainer]

[Envy is not something he expects to hear and his expression remains blank. At least things aren't as embarrassing and weird as they used to be on the meteor.]

My advice when it comes to time shenanigans is, don't think too hard on it. Just roll with it.

[papshooshing]

[ Time is an important aspect. TIME gets to actually do things. TIME has some really cool powers. what does Blood do? nothing, as far as Karkat knows. once again Karkat Vantas gets ripped off when it comes to this garbage. ]

We're in a Tower, collared and essentially used as labrats. The floors are creepy and house habitats that shouldn't be possible, but they are. Death has absolutely fuck all for meaning here and some people who will remain nameless [ Eridan. Gamzee. ] tend to use death as a means to heal up any inconvenient wounds.

I'd like to think I've gotten relatively good at rolling with it in general.

[turntechtrainer]

[Yes, he did notice the collar. That has been a do not bring up because it is likely a bad thing. He's silent for a minute which is a feat for Dave.] Ok, I deserved that. Now give me some details on how 'creepy' the floors get. Probably going to be stuck here for a long time because that's how it goes with places that suck.

[papshooshing]

You mean places that we seem to get tossed into because all that is good in the universes have deemed us naught more that woofbeast shit to scrape off fro the bottom of their heels...

[ and Dave had deserved it. Karkat relaxes his tense shoulders. he doesn't completely understand why Striders are not the absolute dicks that he had originally concluded. how does that happen anyway? time in the Tower? time in the other universes? is that just a natural effect of being away from their timeline and tasks?

...Karkat really needs to get away from those psychology books he's been reading. ]

Some floors are specially designated so that any and all powers do not work. Others seem to be geared towards certain fears or to fuck with your think pan. I know that there are a few that will just drop out from under you and you plummet to your untimely death. When you step out of line in some places, beasts will attack. Same goes for it you are on some floors at night. New floors have been added recently and I've had no desire to go check them out, unlike my bulgefondling ancestor.

[ he pauses there, thinking about what floors he's heard about and which ones he's dared to go to. ]

Not all of them are bad. There's a media one and a place to work out and swim. Don't plan on eating anything without having this place's national dish or you'll be taking a disposal unit wherever you go.

[turntechtrainer]

Wait is this the ancestor that yacks on about 'privilege' among other things and you stood there dealing with it?

[Then he pauses because he'd intended to ask about the 'national dish' bit.] And what is this 'dish' because I might as well go deal with that now.

[As for the rest, it's all processed and set into investigate for himself later. A work out place meant more honing body and mind which is exactly what he wants. He'll ask about it in a second.]

[papshooshing]

Signless is stupid and way too soft for my tastes, but he doesn't blab needlessly about privilege. He actually listens?

[ Karkat's come to him for advice, anyway. also not about to use his real name since that seems to... personal. just going to quirk a brow, because what are you even talking about Dave? ]

Oatmeal. Just eat oatmeal first before anything.

[turntechtrainer]

So post-scratch, not pre-scratch. Ok. [He carefully checks on the egg he's been carrying around, rewrapping the scarf around it. Dave is pretty sure he's going to be asked about what he just said. Seeing as he used the word scratch.]

[papshooshing]

[ Dave... Dave why are you wrapping up an egg. Why do you even HAVE an egg? ]

The fuck are you even talking about... Our session didn't Scratch.

[turntechtrainer]

Yes it did. The sea princess of their gang preserved them by blowing them all sky-high right as they implemented their scratch. They've been out in the ring for eons, supposedly.

[papshooshing]

[ pretty much this icon. only Karkat's groaning. why do things have to get so convoluted? they were only supposed to play A GAME. that's it. when did this turn into some sick and twisted journey of epic ballad proportions??? ]

Oh fuck me sideways. Strider, you better not be yanking my chain or I will exact my revenge in the most horrible ways that you can't even fathom.

[turntechtrainer]

Why would I even bother to try yanking your chain? [That's too damn easy to do. It's not even a challenge and besides he has other stuff he wants to do. Like vandalism in the form of chalk drawings.]

Rose said Skaia can only switch one thing in sessions. The time the players and their guardians, or in your case, ancestors arrive to.

[papshooshing]

Because I get the feeling that you enjoy such activities.

[ suspicious troll is suspicious. he's even squinting, as if that could help him assess Dave's honesty in this moment. ]

Won't that mean your Scratch results in the same thing? Your guardians being players?

[turntechtrainer]

It did and wow way to have some faith in a guy's credibility. I don't go out of my way to deal with you. [More like out of his way to avoid you so you stop trying to shove romance in his face. Minus Pokeland where discussions about tactics were pretty awesome. Not so bad there.]

[papshooshing]

I have no reason whatsoever to put any sort of faith in you. From my perspective, we've had minimal conversations... And I just met you in the flesh.

[ he doesn't know anything beyond what he's experienced. ]

[turntechtrainer]

I have no reason to lie to you. Our clusterfuck of an existence is bad enough, why would I want to add more shit to that? [He raises an eyebrow, while Lady B snorts and nudges his shoulder again.]

[papshooshing]

Because life consistently piles more and more shit on top of what's already there until it's a teetering pile the size of a communal hivestem ready to collapse and suffocate us all?

[turntechtrainer]

Exactly. It bones us right up the protein chute, or, something like that. We take it as it goes. [He's still not used to seeing Karkat as a troll anymore. Wow. He kinda misses the rumpled human look.]

[papshooshing]

It's waste chute... Unless you like weird human boners in your throat which is really a mental image that I now need seared from my think pan.

[ conversations between Karkat and Dave. somehow lead back to dicks. why is this a thing? ]

[turntechtrainer]

No, I'm cool with just having apple pie go down my throat. and Apple juice. Shit, this place is fresh out of it, isn't it? Once again I'm going to be ajless. [Weep. He will weep inside. And who knows.]

Not my fault boners get seared into your brain.

[papshooshing]

[ rolls eyes. you are the one that says these things and he just... rolls with it. ]

There is a food preparation block attached to what you humans would call a cafeteria. If they are not serving apple pie, you can always learn how to make your own.

Which also means, there's apple juice. Drown yourself in apple flavored confections until you're satiated.

[turntechtrainer]

I'll sacrifice apples to juicer with little drum rolls just for you. [You have no idea how morbid that is. None. He figures making apple pie isn't that hard. He's watching Jane do it a lot. Little research, little poking John and it could be doable.]

[papshooshing]

Or you can just pour it from the container like the rest of us sane people. Or maybe you're really just that wonderfully sadistic.

[turntechtrainer]

Once you get that stuff from their freshly murdered carcasses, you never go back. [Now he's screwing with you. Dave sighs like an addict talking about a hit.]