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towerofanimus2013-03-01 01:34 pm
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Entry tags:
At least I’m not as sad as I used to be
Characters: Dave Strider and Open to anyone
Setting: Various places in the Tower
Format: Either
Summary: February was not a good month at all in the end. He's really starting to feel it too.
Warnings: Language, mentions of death, unhappy teenager
[1-04]
If you happen to be a roommate of Dave or happen to frequent his room, he hasn't exactly left his bed in awhile. He's probably been lying in it for over 24 hours at this point. Probably longer. After waking up again, his first reaction was to actually get up and do something, but he had to sit out the sleep paralysis. Fifty minutes was a really long time. And by the time those fifty minutes had came and went, Dave had let everything sink in. From Valentine's Day to what happened in the Administrator areas to all the fighting when the dark mist was about. By the time he could sit up again, he realized that he honestly really didn't want too.
That was awhile ago and he honestly should get out of bed. At the very least, he sat up. That's a start.
[Dormitory Levels]
Finally getting out of bed, you might catch Dave in the dormitory levels. He seems to linger on the fourth floor for a bit. At some point, he stops to look at the name plaques of room 4-14 before trudging off with his shoulders slumped.
He isn't too surprised that more people he cared about have left the Tower.
[Floor 94]
It's really easy to ignore everything around you when you're engrossed in what you're doing. Dave has been quite busy since arriving on this floor. He's got film he hadn't had time to develop, but he's doing that right now. And there's prints he needs to make.
There's something a little therapeutic about the process of developing prints. Or maybe that's just all the chemicals speaking.
But it keeps his mind off things for a little bit, and he's honestly missed being able to do this. He's kind of glad the Tower at least gave them this floor, even if the things around him are kind of really unsettling.
[Graveyard]
Dave always travels to this floor. Usually to drop flowers off at certain graveyards. It's a rather useless endeavor probably, but it also gives him something to do. This time though?
He seems to be searching around the tombstones. Looking for a specific name this time. He searches through the rows until finally stopping at one. He kneels in front of it, dusting it off a bit. Just another one to join the graveyard. At the very least, these are empty. He thinks he kind of prefers that. The name John Egbert are engraved in this one. He tapes a photo of them to it before standing upright again. Whether or not the photo won't disappear isn't really a problem. He'll have an identical photo taped to his wall anyways.
He peruses through the rest of the tombstones before he heads back out.
[Cafeteria]
He thinks he's got a lot done as of today. Well, no he doesn't, but he's made progress as far as not lying in bed all day.
Dave will just be sitting on his own. He doesn't have any food in front of him (he considered it but he's not quite feeling the whole eating food thing right this instance). But he has a couple of cups of apple juice in front of him. Maybe more than he really should have gotten. Maybe he's trying to find out if you can OD on apple juice. This is a thought that might have occurred but that's honestly a stupid thought so he stopped thinking it. Once in awhile, he'll glance around to see who's in the cafeteria, but not really make a move to make small talk.
Setting: Various places in the Tower
Format: Either
Summary: February was not a good month at all in the end. He's really starting to feel it too.
Warnings: Language, mentions of death, unhappy teenager
[1-04]
If you happen to be a roommate of Dave or happen to frequent his room, he hasn't exactly left his bed in awhile. He's probably been lying in it for over 24 hours at this point. Probably longer. After waking up again, his first reaction was to actually get up and do something, but he had to sit out the sleep paralysis. Fifty minutes was a really long time. And by the time those fifty minutes had came and went, Dave had let everything sink in. From Valentine's Day to what happened in the Administrator areas to all the fighting when the dark mist was about. By the time he could sit up again, he realized that he honestly really didn't want too.
That was awhile ago and he honestly should get out of bed. At the very least, he sat up. That's a start.
[Dormitory Levels]
Finally getting out of bed, you might catch Dave in the dormitory levels. He seems to linger on the fourth floor for a bit. At some point, he stops to look at the name plaques of room 4-14 before trudging off with his shoulders slumped.
He isn't too surprised that more people he cared about have left the Tower.
[Floor 94]
It's really easy to ignore everything around you when you're engrossed in what you're doing. Dave has been quite busy since arriving on this floor. He's got film he hadn't had time to develop, but he's doing that right now. And there's prints he needs to make.
There's something a little therapeutic about the process of developing prints. Or maybe that's just all the chemicals speaking.
But it keeps his mind off things for a little bit, and he's honestly missed being able to do this. He's kind of glad the Tower at least gave them this floor, even if the things around him are kind of really unsettling.
[Graveyard]
Dave always travels to this floor. Usually to drop flowers off at certain graveyards. It's a rather useless endeavor probably, but it also gives him something to do. This time though?
He seems to be searching around the tombstones. Looking for a specific name this time. He searches through the rows until finally stopping at one. He kneels in front of it, dusting it off a bit. Just another one to join the graveyard. At the very least, these are empty. He thinks he kind of prefers that. The name John Egbert are engraved in this one. He tapes a photo of them to it before standing upright again. Whether or not the photo won't disappear isn't really a problem. He'll have an identical photo taped to his wall anyways.
He peruses through the rest of the tombstones before he heads back out.
[Cafeteria]
He thinks he's got a lot done as of today. Well, no he doesn't, but he's made progress as far as not lying in bed all day.
Dave will just be sitting on his own. He doesn't have any food in front of him (he considered it but he's not quite feeling the whole eating food thing right this instance). But he has a couple of cups of apple juice in front of him. Maybe more than he really should have gotten. Maybe he's trying to find out if you can OD on apple juice. This is a thought that might have occurred but that's honestly a stupid thought so he stopped thinking it. Once in awhile, he'll glance around to see who's in the cafeteria, but not really make a move to make small talk.
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Definitely not the worst we've ever had.
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Mm. You'd like it even better if you'd had some, I think. [Brb, taking a bite.]
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There's nothing ulterior about it.
[Ain't even ashamed.]
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[He sticks his tongue out. What a kid.]
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[Doesn't count if you're totally open about it. What a kid, indeed - except she sticks her tongue out at him in response. Geez, Naminé.]
How can it be a conspiracy if it's just me?
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[It's hard to not give in when you're fucking precious like that, Namine. That, and it's hard not want to do things because he's still got it bad for her.]
I hope you know, I'm a messy eater. You'll probably never want to eat with me again.
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[And possibly be tempted by it. Brb kind of nudging the food his way. (See, this is precisely why it's her job to keep people sane; she cheats. Except not in the bad sort of way.)]
[That earns him an eyebrow raise, but one accompanied by a smile.] I wouldn't be so sure about that. It would take a lot to scare me away.
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I would actually attempt to be as gross as possible, but then I'd lose my own appetite.
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That wouldn't help anything. [Aside from making her laugh, perhaps; even though she doesn't now, her smile does widen almost fondly.]
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It probably wouldn't.
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Definitely wouldn't. Then you'd just have to eat it with no appetite.
[Except for the part where he wouldn't actually have to eat it, guilt trip or no, but details.]
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Isn't that like an oxymoron? Why would you eat if you had no appetite?
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The same reason you usually would. Because it would be what you needed.
[Need, want, two different things.]
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I'm pretty sure nuggets shaped like creatures aren't exactly a well balanced meal.
Shit, it makes you feel metal as fuck though.
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They're a meal. That's about as good as it gets here, sometimes.
[Besides, they're cute. Aside from the... getting horribly mutilated thing. She can't help a laugh behind her hand.]
Of course. You're so tough, defeating poor helpless creatures like that.
[Someone's amused, even given the situation.]
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And let's not joke. I'm sure that someone will decide an experiment where we're attacked by giant nuggets and eaten by them. Jokes on you, bitch. Now you're nugget chow.
[What a shitty way to go, wow.</small.] Food is food, I guess.
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You know-- I actually wouldn't be surprised. But be careful, you might give them ideas.
[The administrators, that is, but now that she thinks about it - she eyes the nuggets, smiling.]
They could all be spies for their cause.
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[He's just being really silly at this point.] Well, I guess they're gonna be spying stomach acid because that's where they're going. In my stomach.
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[Hey, so is she.] I'm afraid that's what's best. You can't let them bring back the information to their allies. [And while she's at it - hm. She can. Maybe. Casually reach over and steal one of the nuggets in question, can't she?]
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They'll have to try and get the information out of my shit if they want it that bad. [You most definitely can. Also sorry, Dave went there. He's totally talking about poop while eating.]
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[-- Gross, Dave. Her nose wrinkles slightly, but before she knows it, she's laughing - just a little.] I'm glad you've thought it through.
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Of course. These things require a lot of conscious thinking. I got to have all my bases covered.
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I'm sure. Those bases are so covered-- [... Okay, no, nevermind, she should probably leave those sorts of jokes to him, but,] ... well, I imagine it required a very big blanket.
[This is especially ironic because she's thinking of bases of operation.]
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