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

[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.]

[longwinded]

We can always make up for it you know. [Maybe....]

[Eh, he doesn't want to talk about that. He doesn't want to talk about crazy clockwork Dave.] Oh, uh. That is also cool......

[knightime]

Yeah. I guess. Better late than never or whatever.

[Dave doesn't want to talk about it either, honestly.]Yeah...chill as shit. [Awkwardddddd.]

[longwinded]

We could prank someone, or have a nice birthday lunch in the cafeteria. Best way to make it up really. [...............Yeah.]

We're okay, right? [John wasn't mad about the ordeal or anything.]

[knightime]

Birthday lunch. Is there anything decent to eat? [Not that it matters. Food is food.]

That depends. Are you alright with me? [Dave sounds nervous. Like he's afraid John will say no. That he fucked it up.]

[longwinded]

Probably not, but we can make do with what is in there you know.

[He kind of deadpans Dave, which he knows might scare him. But fear not. John isn't an asshole when there is a serious situation about.]

I'm fine with you. What happened back there wasn't your fault. The tower was controlling you and that isn't okay. It was fucked up, and you probably got me like three times. But I know that wasn't you. Nothing is your fault, okay?

[knightime]

God damn, you missed the time I tried to make a cake out of that shit. The spoiler is that it really sucked and I really hope no one actually ate it.

Just because this Tower pulls this shit doesn't make it any less okay. Even if I wasn't in the right mindset. You're still someone I killed. Someone I didn't want to kill. [And it won't change the fact that Dave feels guilty. He can't stop feeling that way.]

[longwinded]

I think I'm going to be glad I wasn't for that. It sounds pretty gross. [He doesn't even prefer cake, yuck.]

If it makes it any better for your conscious, I forgive you. [He won't invalidate Dave's thoughts. It's rude. Dave needed to feel what he needed to feel.]

[knightime]

It was pretty fucking gross. [He failed. It was a really bad cake.]

Do you ever wonder what's worst? Killing someone with your own hands or watching them get killed with no way to stop them? [He isn't sure which is worst actually. He's experienced both at this point now.]

[longwinded]

Both of them are something none of us should have to experience. But I do wonder which is worse. If I had to say it would probably be killing someone with my own hands. Just the thought of knowing that they died by my hands would be enough to send me over.

[A good reason he's been sulking is because he was an accomplice to Bro's death. Ultimately- he did the fighting. His alternate self wasn't yet strong enough to continuously sling hammers around.

He has to wonder what else Dave has been through.]

[knightime]

See, I thought that too, but it's kind of shitty to be in a position where you can't do anything but watch too. Like, what good are you if you can't even protect your friends? You didn't even do anything to stop it because you couldn't.

[It's hard to determine which is worse. But in the end, it really doesn't matter. He went through both and neither should have had to happen.] Let's talk about something else though. We can talk about shitty subjects and what this Tower does to us some other day. Can't really lament over it. It'll eat you inside out. [He only says that because he knows personally.]

[longwinded]

[John decides not to go on about the tower. It fucked them up, it fucked them up real good and they really can't go back now. Hah. John died and that was that. He hadn't really been thinking about it. He didn't want to. It wasn't Dave's fault and he would stick to that belief.]


The food around here sucks. [Yeeeeeeeeeeeeah, that is literally all he's got right now.]

[knightime]

[Maybe Dave will talk more about things from the past sometime. But not now. Not with something like what just happened so fresh in their minds.]

Yeah. Well, Jason months will always have shitty food. I mean, food is okay most of the time. Ruana usually has some really weird ass shit on her menu though, but at least it's edible and has taste.

[longwinded]

[John plans to never bring it up ever again unless Dave really wants to. He would be a-okay with never talking about it again.]

I think it's a toss up. Either eat and taste cardboard, or don't eat at all in a Jason month. I don't want to really pick apart a Ruana menu that sounds like a daunting task to take on. Like what person sits there and thinks of all that shit?