all is well, all is well. [open]

[longwinded]

Characters: OU John Egbert and YOU!
Setting: Room 1-14, and Floor 28 (Music Floor)
Format: Action
Summary: The aftermath of the event is taking it's toll on John. He may or may not be sulking about this, or just thinking really hard.
Warnings: Self-loathing, maybe some cursing, i will add as i see fit.



[ROOM 1-14 , for those who room with him and anyone who knows where is his dorm room is]

[For the better part of the day after he awoke from the previous day, John can be found in his dorm room, on his bed. He's not really doing much there. Occasionally he will get up and get on the terminal but nothing from him goes to the network. But if you happen to be a roommate or a close friend of his you could probably engage him in some conversation.

His attitude is more lax, and perhaps when he speaks there is a hint of worry. He would never admit to fear.]

[FLOOR 28, Music floor]

[If you happen to come across John here, he is sitting at one of the pianos. He might be playing a sing, he might be tinkering at one of the keys, or he might just be sitting there staring down. It isn't that he can't concentrate. There is just a lot on his mind at the moment. Whatever had happened the previous day was still burned into his mind.

He never thought he would actually die.

He guesses this is what he deserves for pulling the heroic stunt back there.]

Comments

Room 1-14

[knightime]

[Honestly? Dave would have rather just gone by John's room to drop off the poster with a note on his bed and head out as quickly as possible. Is he being cowardly? Damn right he is. Can he help it? Well, no. He's never killed so many people in such a short amount of time. In such a gruesome way.

He feels terrible still. Maybe sick even.

So when he shuffles into John's dorm with the poster and note, he automatically freezes up, because that's John. On his bed. Oh shit.

Dave is a deer in headlights. It is him.]

[longwinded]

[John wasn't even sure he was ready to see Dave. Whom he died by twice. So that deer in the headlights look. Yeah John is wearing it pretty sweetly as well.

John ends up looking away for a moment, before looking back.]

Hey.

[It's a start....]

[knightime]

[Thank god for sunglasses because he's feeling pretty damn guilty about what happened. He just stands there with the rolled up poster before walking a bit farther in.]

I just wanted to drop this off. I mean. For your birthday. Yeah.

[This is so awkward.]

[longwinded]

[John just kind of, looks at Dave. Just. Why couldn't he find an appropriate response. He looks down at the poster now and back to Dave. He feels really guilty for killing Bro, alright. He still feels like a fucking asshole.]

Stay for awhile.

[knightime]

[Dave shuffles from foot to foot. He finally approaches him and holds out the poster.]

If you want. I'm cool to hang.

[longwinded]

[John takes the poster. Okay. Maybe he was a little confused. Why would Dave even want to give him a poster or anything? Oh right....it was his birthday a couple of days ago wasn't it.

He opens it, and he smiles. Dave you fucking goober you shouldn't have.]

I want you to hang out. For a long time. [Ahhh, this poster!] Thanks man, I really like the poster. Like. You have no idea.

[knightime]

You better have. I sent a request and I woke up to three fucking posters of actors staring at me like they can see right through my soul. Never do I want to see Nic Cage's face visage staring at me as though waiting to be given off like the sweaty, fair maiden he is.

Meant to give it to you sooner.

[longwinded]

It's cool. Stuff happened and we really couldn't help it.

[He is really ecstatic. He has to hang this poster somewhere pronto.]

You know you can sit down, right?

[knightime]

I know. Still. It would have been nice if I didn't miss my best bro's birthday I guess.

[And also kill him a bunch of times.] Maybe I just like standing. [Wow, way to make this even more awkward, John. Good job. 4 for you.]

Floor 28

[reddeadvirtuoso]

[Well Jade sure as hell didn't really wanna be anywhere int he Tower-- but seeing as Kanaya and Nesir were in her room, and they had both had the luxury of giving her shit the last week, her own room was also somewhere where she definitely didn't want to be.

She did not however, expect to see John there, in fact that was one of the exact opposites that she wanted to deal with but whatever. She'd had her headphones on over her head (amazingly they still played music!), but lowered them around her neck when she spotted the kid at the piano.

Amazingly she doesn't retreat, but instead stepped forward, grabbed a guitar off of its stand and started playing a simple tune to go along with John's piano chords.]

[longwinded]

[John had to get out of his room eventually. He doesn't really speak with his roommates anyways. What was even the point of that? Hah. It's not like they really wanted to see him sulking anyways, right?

He's been hammering out a particularly sad tune, when it turned into him just playing chords and the guitar playing with it, he pulled a grin. He didn't stop to look over- not until he was done.]

You just keep surprising me.

[reddeadvirtuoso]

[She let one of her hands drop to rest on the body of the guitar when the tune was finished, and well-- the smile was a whole lot easier to detect when she didn't have gears for eyes.

She even laughed a bit sheepishly at the comment, and offered a shrug in response; that was kind of what happened, when you were a person from another universe with a whole other set of circumstances.

Unfortunately, she.. still didn't seem to up to talking. Period.]

[longwinded]

[He understands and turns back to the piano. He starts fiddling again. He might be playing something like this, and variations on such. Maybe he's trying to get Jade to strum along. Does she sing? He bets she can.

Maybe that is why John is humming a tune to nothing particular.

This was definitely the best way he's experienced so far in dealing with everything.]

[reddeadvirtuoso]

[Jade was more than happy to start strumming along to the piano tune, supplementing the piano's chords with a few good notes of her own here and there.

For a while it's just that, holding and plucking strings, but eventually she... starts humming along with him. Hardly noticeable over the music, but she lightens up, actually mustering up a pretty normal volume.]

[longwinded]

[It's okay. He is willing to give her some time. If they needed to talk they could. But just getting their frustration out on the instruments instead of out loud.

The humming is nice too. They sound alright together. But John has never been much of a singer.]

[reddeadvirtuoso]

[This was good. She liked this. Totally no problems, no complications, just sweet music with a bro. Yes.

Jade's reluctant to actually break the pace, but eventually she.. is sort of willing to venture it. She stops playing and humming for a moment, and when she finally speaks, it's a bit less of an ironically affected monotone, and much more hushed.]

So... You as bad of a singer as my John was?

[longwinded]

[John likes dealing with his problems this way. Since it really isn't much of dealing with anything. Because dealing is stupid and who needs to do that.]

Probably. I never really cared to try.

[He laughs, hands resting in his lap.]

We could always try!

[Music Floor]

[turntechtrainer]

[A very large fire dog pokes her head into the music room and pads inside. Following in the Arcanine's wake wearing a mix of his godtier and clothes from poke land is Dave Strider. He's quiet, but his steps are purposefully loud. He didn't want to sneak up on John but the other had left him little choice.

Everyone it seemed wanted to avoid the reminders of what happened. He would have, if he didn't feel like that defeated the purpose of being there for them. His sword is tucked inside his jacket, he appears unarmed.] Hey.

Got a moment?

[longwinded]

[He takes his hands off the keys when he hears the Arcanine and Dave walking in. It takes him a moment to turn around though. He had to gain his composure. This was bound to get less and less awkward- right?]

Yeah.

[He turns and reaches out, petting Arcanine.]

What's up?

[turntechtrainer]

I'm sorry. [The words come out a bit faster and a bit more desperate than he'd intended them to be. Dave clenches his fingers into fists and the burn of anger makes his chest feel tight.] I couldn't stop.

[Most people would justify themselves, or try to explain the details. Dave just. Admits the obvious things. What else is there? He isn't even looking at John. His head is tipped down, eyes on the ground. There's guilt and shame in the very subtle tension in his shoulders.

He tried.

He rubs behind his shades and takes a step back.]

That's all I wanted to say. I'll get going.

[He takes another, ready to leave the room.]

[longwinded]

[John is frankly surprised. This is just alot to take in right now. He knows how he died by Pokemon Dave. A sword to the heart. It was swift and he was lucky for that.

John's throat had become tight and he had to swallow and bury his hand deeper in the Arcanine's fur. Petting a little more adamantly. Fuck everything, he didn't want to revisit any of this. But here he is being forced to for the second time today.

Okay. Deep breaths John.]

It's okay, Dave. I'm not mad at you. I'm not upset with you. I'm upset that I wasn't able to help you.

[John just wishes he could have helped all of his friends snap out of it. He's trying to get Dave to see that this wasn't his fault. At all.]

You don't have to go.

[turntechtrainer]

That's how it goes here. You can't help when you want to. [He hasn't been here long but there's a trace of cynical bitterness that he earned in the game. Dave takes a second to think, then he takes out a pokeball and calls forth Snoop. He hasn't shown John, Snoop.

The Dragonite shifts on her haunches then pads over and presents her nose to him. She even flutters her wings a little hopefully, you're charmed by this right?

You'll pet her right?]

[longwinded]

I didn't want to hurt you. I was unarmed anyways. But the point stands. I probably could have stopped you if I tried.

[John is not going to go soft here, no. He's just having a momentary "oh shit" kind of moment and it wasn't having a good effect on him. He looks up at the Dragonite....of course he's charmed.

Here Snoop, have some pats from John.]

You couldn't stop yourself, you shouldn't apologize. It wasn't your fault.

[turntechtrainer]

[Snoop coos at the pats and shuts her eyes. Yessss another one who will pet her. She settles to one side of John and looks to her trainer, aware that he's being quiet. He only does that when he's thinking and Dave's expression while subtly guilty shifts to thoughtful.]

Let's at least change how you're armed, man. Even if you have to learn how to use a sword, something is better than nothing.

[longwinded]

[Snoop, you're a cutie. John will keep patting you and rubbing you to keep his fingers from shaking.]

If I could fix what I have, that would be great. I guess until then I need to learn how to use something other than my fist, or stealing alternate me's hammer.