towerofanimus | Snoop, we're not in Pokeland, anymore.

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Snoop, we're not in Pokeland, anymore.

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.]

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No, no. Dude you're scared of her. Anyone can see it. She even gave you some ridiculous sweater to make you see she's not going to eat you. Oh my god it was the best. Lights and shit and everything.

Dave. [Disregarding this little admission entirely and Giving Dave and uncharacteristically severe face.] What aren't you telling me? Does Vriska break up with me or something? Or pale-break up? Wait no why would it have a different name, it's the same damn concept.

[He sighs and his hands fall into his lap as he tries not to falter under John's severe face.] No. She'd never break up with you.

[He can't understand how it all works, but ehh whatever.]

She's....gone.

She...what? Gone gone? Home gone?

[You're yanking his chain, Dave, right? Right?]

Home gone. ...I'm sorry, John. [He didn't want to do this. He really didn't.]

[he slumps a little in his chair, resting his chin in his hand.]

It's not your fault dude, it happens. I guess I just hoped she would still be around if I ever escaped this place. [Sigh.]

Hey, for all we know she might come back by the time we get out. [Because you have him believing they can get out.]

Yeah, that's true! [Not that she'll remember him but...well, who even knows how long they'll be stuck here. In all likelihood, she would have moved on while he was gone anyway. After all, it's not like she would know he got stuck in a tower instead of sent back home.]

[He gives a small smile. He wouldn't have been able to do anything about it in Johto and he can do even LESS about it here so... Time for a subject change!]

Hey, so you'll never guess what they have on the 95th floor, dude.

Seeing as I haven't been here till now, how is that a surprise? [Subject change is a go. They can jam or whatever about their bullshit later.]

[He's honestly taking it better here then he would have/did back home. After all, he hasn't seen his Vriska in two months now so...]

Well yeah, but that doesn't mean you can't guess.

Well since you're eager and giddy about it. I dunno, a joke shop? [He eyes that stupid oatmeal and gets up.] This won't make me upchuck if I put fruit in it, will it?

Uhh... [He scratches his chin.] not sure. I didn't want to chance it so I just ate it plain.

But no, it's not a joke shop! I daresay it is a little more fun than that! Not that a joke shop wouldn't be awesome but yeah.

[He will punch him if it's anything related to ghosts. Punch hi-] Ok, then what it is?

As I decide not to risk this and just choke this stuff down.

At least this is the only time you have to deal with it. The grossness will subside, promise. Though heads up, sometimes they decide to give us nothing but nutrition bars for food and that kind of blows.

[He grins. No, it doesn't have anything to do with ghosts, that's like...every other floor. There are a lot of ghosts here, Dave.]

It's a ball pit. [And it's awesome.]

[Suddenly Dave is eager to hear every word John is saying and visibly perks up. He leans slightly forward as if he's just making himself comfortable.] Fuck. Yes. Which floor is it on? Come on tell me all about this magical place we're going to have to visit.

[John's barely restrained excitement only grows at that. After all, the other Dave was such a party pooper about the ball pit. What a weenie. Other you is a weenie, Dave. You won't whine about the cold, right?]

Floor ninety five! And it's the entire floor. McDonald's doesn't have shit on this place.

[Yeah, he's a weenie alright. Just because they're in murder land doesn't mean they can't have any fun.] McDonald's doesn't have real meat in their burgers, either. It's fake meat. Makes you believe it's real with a little mooing but in reality, not cow.

Shhh, it still tastes fine. [La la la la not listening.] But yeah, we can head up there whenever you want. There are a couple of other pretty cool floors beyond that too. Like the media room and the observatory. Oh, and a music room with the biggest fucking pipe organ I have ever seen in my life. Kind of makes me wish I had my ghost gauntlets here.

[Can we say four-handed organ solo? But alas, they remain back in the PC in Johto...]

Media room. Do they have turntables or a mixing board? [Man, if they did. They could jam. John doesn't have the gift they got him for Christmas here so that could be the next best thing.]

I think so, yeah. I know they have a music portion of the room I've just never really paid much attention to it. [You know, being a pianist and all.] When I go in there it's usually for the games or movies.

[A beat.]

Or to try and get the attention of the TV ghosts.

[Wait what.] Tv what? Are you nuts, you don't go hey sup let me talk to you, to ghosts. They're not going to be like Pokemon, they're going to want to eat you.

Yeah I know. But the ones in the media room are pretty much harmless. They just make the screen go static-y and stare at you sometimes. Not all the ghosts here want to kill us. The ones outside the observatory are pretty chill too.

[They're his favorites...even if they don't really do much other than slide around on the glass and look creepy.]

[Only you, John. He raises both eyebrows.] ...how many 'friendly' ghosts are there?

You know, I am not entirely sure. They're in the minority though. Actually...harmless might be a better word than friendly, honestly.

What do they do instead, ghost moon you? This still spells bad news however you dress it up.

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