towerofanimus | Kid pile

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Kid pile

Characters: [AU2] Dave Strider, [OU] Dave Strider, [AU1] Jade Strider, [AU2] John Egbert, [OU] John Egbert, and [AU2] Rose Lalonde
Setting: Floor 81; Morning of the 23rd
Format: Whatever the hell it turns into I guess
Summary: Rose was too drunk the night before to discuss FEELINGS, but FEELINGS need to be discussed. Thus: the creation of the kid pile.
Warnings: Talking about the brainwashing event. Talking about body horror, death, killing, etc. You know.

The meeting would be in the lounge of floor 81, and along with both of the Daves, Little John and Rose, Big John and Jade Strider were both invited. Because let's face it - they all could probably use a talk. Shit went down that was Not Okay, and who knows how it affected them. So a sort of feeling powwow was formed, filled with six kids and a gaggle of Pokemon.

Rose was keeping quiet for the time being, unsure how much she wanted to talk about everything now. It had sounded like a good idea the night before, when she was drunk, but man...now that she was sober? She really wanted to avoid it. Sitting around her was an ever encouraging Espeon, nestled up against her side, and a faithful Houndoom with his head in her lap. Her Dragonite was out sniffing at the other kids, obviously displeased at their displeasure, while Turkey was...

Well. Being a cuddle whore. You would all cuddle him and that was that.

Under the Houndoom's head, in Rose's lap, was a purple binder of some sort. She had yet to reveal what it was.

"...so is anyone else ready for next month's menu?" This was a safe topic, yeah?

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John had, perhaps predictably, taken up residence at Rose's side. Ever present at his shoulder was Chandel the Lampent and Michael J. the Zoroark had plopped his furry little butt down right in front of the two Johtoians, head resting in John's lap. Liv the Altaria, on the other hand, seems to have a bit more trouble deciding where exactly she's going to chill. But after circling the room a few times, she comes to land next to the taller John, chirping and bumping her head against his hand.

"Counting down the days until nutrition barmageddon is over, to be honest. Who's in charge next month again? Rick-roll or whatever his name is? Rik-something-or-other, anyway. The menu was relatively normal last time he was in charge, wasn't it?"

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Rose's other side is naturally where the taller Dave takes up residence. It might be some lingering trace of the unit servitude, or maybe he just wants to be there for her. It's hard to say because he hasn't said a word since he directed Kim the Arcanine to lay down and used her as a pillow. His Dragonite, Snoop has decided to poke random members of the crew and nudge them with her nose. Tupac the Garchomp in her sullen glory has opted to be anti-social.

As for Bro the Bagon, who knows. Look out below.

Dave leans back a bit more, raising one eyebrow and shrugs. "Not a damn. If it's something normal we can mess with the kitchen instead of being tree-hugging hippies with their magical nuro, 'how to lose all your body fat' in five minutes rubber necking assholes. So bring on the new overlord. May they be a slightly better scum sucker than the last one."

His tone is neutral, casual, and sounds practically bored.

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The younger Dave has actually put as much distance between him and everyone else without trying to be too obvious. He's pretty sure he's being obvious regardless though. He has Missy in her pokeball right now, which he's fussing with in his hands. He knows if he takes her out, she'll cover him in affection and he doesn't know if he wants that.

He does, but he's also pretend that he isn't an emotional wreck.

"You get used to the menu. And you mean Riki. At least they give us water." Dave is just going to leave it at that, considering he hasn't been eating much. If at all. "You know you can catch live game on some of the floors, right? You can learn how to skin and prepare a bunny rabbit finally. Dream come true, right?" He watched someone do it before. They aren't here anymore.

Wow, that was a sad thought. Bye sad thought, he's gonna stop thinking about you. "What. You don't want another bar cake?"

The bigger John is sitting somewhere between the taller Dave and the shorter Dave. His knees are pulled up to his chest, his chin resting on his knees. He's not even really sure why he came up here, he was still sort of wanting to confine himself to his room or something, not that doing that was any more productive than sitting here. Just less bed to mope on.

"If it's anything other than nutrition bar cakes, I think I'm definitely down for eating it at this point. I feel like I haven't eaten in weeks." His lips curl downwards at the thought of killing a bunny though, nope goodbye thought. He cannot have you because that is far too sad and he likes bunnies a lot.

"I will definitely be passing on the bar cakes, thank you. Next menu item please."

Jade closed the loop up, sitting vaguely between the shorter Dave and Little John. She had her knees hugged up to her chest in a similar fashion, but stuck between her chest and her legs was also her green squiddle toy, her arms half-hugging the toy and half-hugging her knees, and her chin resting on the plus toy. Her sunglasses were propped up on top of her head, leaving her red eyes visible but also basically making most of the room blurry for her.

That didn't really matter much anyway, because she was kind of just watching the Pokemon move around, and remaining quiet during the conversation.

Though she did lift her chin slightly to stick her tongue out at the thought of the nutrition bar cake. Because that shit was gross.

"Despite how delicious your cake was, Dave, I think I am ready for some actual food. Preferably actual sweets." She's been craving them like mad recently. Probably because of her mood, but what could you do?

Turkey crawled his way over to Jade, sort of laying his entire girth against her and looking for attention. This was after seeking attention from both Dragonites and watching the Bro.

And in that moment, John realized exactly what the meat that Arturia left in his mailbox earlier this month was. Or at least he's pretty sure. See this momentarily horrified look on his face? That is the look of a boy who just realized he ate a bunny.

If it's hard enough for Big John to stomach the though, just imagine how it is for the kid whose closest Pokémon companion for going on two years WAS a bunny. If Casey is ever returned to him, she must never know.

He was going to say something but he forgot what it was.

"Uh...right, yeah. Bar cake. Gross."

"If they got the right stuff, we could just make our own sweets. I went traveling with Jane I know enough to do something basic. Though betting John could do better." He looks at his horrified best friend then leans behind Rose to goose him in the side. Don't say he never helped you out of terrible moments.

Since the circle isn't too small he stretches out his legs a bit and sighs. Growing pains are hell. "What would you prefer if we got the ingredients to fool around and create a little hot item?"

Probably shouldn't have mentioned that. Welp, can't cry over spilled milk. And he's not too upset over it. It's a rabbit and there's not a lot of food here when Jason decides to be in charge. "Jane?" Remember how far behind this one is? The only Jane he met was Jane Strider, and it was pretty brief. He still doesn't really know much about the other session or the people involved.

"It's a good thing I never said I was a good cook. There's a reason i don't go to the kitchen all that often." Along with the fact that Vriska had stored Tavros' legs and his heart in one of the refrigerators before. "You should have eaten more during Valentine's, Rose. I'm sure Ruana would have loved everyone enjoying her menu."

John doesn't really have much to say on this matter so he keeps silent for the most part, giving glances around the room and then back to his knees Clearly everyone was here to make each other hungry, right? Right? Is that was this whole meeting was about- food? He only laughs at the image of Dave in the kitchen. Oh good god would that be a sight to see.

"Dave I wouldn't let you anywhere near any kitchen appliance but a microwave, and even then I think I might be a little concerned for you." John didn't really have much to say after that, but he's been keep the smaller Dave in his line of sight for the time being. All he can see (vividly might we add), was the clockwork Dave that killed the shit out of him, twice. Eugh. Not a thought he needs to entertain, full stomach or not.

Jade was admittedly getting kind of hungry.

She looked down and squinted at Turkey when he came up, just sort of...scrutinizing him for a minute since really guys, why are we talking about food. After a minute though, she half leaned back against him, move one hand away from her legs to start patting him on the head with a small grin.

And taking a moment to make a gagging noise at the thought of Dave cooking, though it was only barely audible.

"Oh I would love that." The idea of being able to create their own sweets was a very pleasing one, at least to her. As for the topic of bunnies well...they just won't talk about it.

If she needs other food during these months, she knows she can send Hellbeast out hunting for her now, and that's good enough for her on the topic.

"So...um." You can only avoid the big pink Donphan in the room for so long. "...how is everyone?"

Turkey makes some pretty happy noises before nestling up against Jade, curling his body as much around her as he can. He's pretty warm, and is making some sort of purry-clicky sound.

Thanks to Dave, John jolts out of his stupor. He narrows his eyes at the other boy, flipping him the bird behind Rose's back. They are incredibly mature.

"Yeah, Jane. She's my teenage nanna from the other session. She was in Johto with us too, but that's a conversation for another day."

The big pink Donphan in the room, indeed. John scraches Michael J. idly behind the ear, debating on his answer. Actually no, you know what? He's not going to answer first. Because he's more or less fine apart from the whole 'so one of my Pokémon killed a person' thing. And, let's face it, compared to what everybody else is dealing with? That seems almost laughably lame. So John just looks around the room instead, waiting for somebody to chime in with his eyebrows raised slightly.

Liv, meanwhile, seems a little irritated that she's not getting any attention from the other John while all her other Pokébuddies are. She wants cuddles too, okay? So she is going to get them!! By way of more or less wrapping herself fluffy body around the taller John and trying to force him to uncurl by worming her head and neck between his knees and chest, giving a few slightly irritated chirps. LOVE HER, OTHER DAD. LOVE HER!!!!

He flips John the bird right back and inwardly curses. John had done the one thing he had hoped he wouldn't. No one in the room wanted to go first, or even voice their feelings on what had happened. But if no one did, they would never let it out. He had wanted them to talk, not him.

He's fine. So his dreams are now painted red and black as space cracks and everyone around him dies...by his sword. It's all something he can keep under wraps. His hands twitch as if he wants to reach up and scrub at his face.

If no one speaks up, we'll all sit here and nothing will be accomplished. It was up to him to walk forward and die for the rest, again. Because he's the guy that will fall a thousand times if that's what it takes. The blade will come down and cut one more Dave down.

"I'm adjusting. Having full control over a body I spent nine days, six hours, and seven seconds trying to even stay conscious in is a bit jarring. Though hallefuckinglujah I don't have everyone's schedule searing into my brain any more, like some gaudy neon bar sign." He manages to pull off the neutral tone still, act like it didn't matter at all. But he pauses and adds very quietly.

"Can't afford to let it bother me too much." But it obviously does and he hates that he's exposed himself at all. He did it for them. That's all he can really say.

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"Excuse you assholes. I can use a fucking microwave." But he's not going to comment on the cooking part. He really can't cook to save his life. A skill he should probably try to get better at, but won't.

Dave almost considers keeping quiet. He doesn't want to talk. He doesn't want to talk because if he talks about it, he'll think about it. If he thinks about it... Well, he doesn't actually know how well of a facade he can keep up when all he wants to do is rip his stomach out or empty the contents of it even when there's nothing to empty.

He doesn't think he can keep this to himself though. Not without it eating him alive. "Having full control of my body is pretty sweet." Like, seriously. He can't explain what it's like being so thoroughly brainwashed. He doesn't know if there's a way to explain it.

His grip on Missy's pokeball tighten a bit. He's trying to make it less obvious that there might be a shake in it. "Could be doing better. But who doesn't have trouble sleeping once in awhile in this place?" Or you know, constantly struggling to get a marginal amount of it.

Okay, so he's not really talking. But he said something and that's a start. There is hope for him yet!

"It's a step closer to you being able to cook. Baby steps Dave, baby steps." John can cook a little. Enough to save himself if he had to. But otherwise touching a kitchen is a huge no on his part.

John doesn't really want to talk either. He looks really uncomfortable, even as he lets Liv curl on and cuddle on him. He's idly fixing her bow and patting her head and wow Liv was so pretty did he have to talk about anything else? He really didn't want to say anything. He and his alternate self were the only ones in this stupid circle who weren't fucking brainwashed- what did they have to complain about? Not much really, just 'oh damn I died a few times', and hell even that wasn't as bad as being messed up by the tower.

John is totally avoiding this subject as he is totally avoiding saying a word towards that particular subject. Even his posture indicates that he is mildly uncomfortable right now.

The topic change was-- uncomfortable. Of course this was probably the whole intention of this gathering, but Jade still didn't want to talk about it. She finally had control of herself back, but the most she had wanted to do with it was nothing, as if she wanted to prove a point.

Still, it was borderline painful being stuck in her own head. She watched the older Dave with a touch of anxiety and guilt (but he was right,) but she wasn't entirely sure she could quit.

As it were, Turkey was basically her best friend right now because damn what an adorably warm little bugger good bug best pokemon. It gave her....sort of enough of an excuse to act like she still wasn't paying attention, shying away from the rest of the circle to lean against Turkey in full now, and moving both arms to cuddle him as far as her arms could reach, the squiddle just sort of laying dumbly between her legs and stomach now.

She didn't want to talk about any of this she wanted to leave couldn't she just leave--

Rose is quiet as she listens to those who talk, and gives sympathetic looks to those who don't. And then it's her turn and she glances down at her lap for a moment.

"Would any of you be...opposed to an apology? I think I would like to apologize to you all." She knows she owes every one of them one. She owes them a lot more than that but right now that's all she had to offer.

Turkey is totally okay with being Jade's best friend. He is not going to push her to do anything, just try and curl more around her and hug her back and gosh Jade you are so wonderful. Giving him hugs and pets!!!

John sneaks a hand over to take Rose's.

"Well, I thought I made it clear that you don't have anything to apologize for. Well...except for the drinking but I already forgave you for that." He gives her hand a small squeeze. "But if apologizing makes you feel better, go for it. No objections from over here."

Liv gives a few quiet, content chirps. Yes, she made a good decision in coming over here to alternate dad.

He doesn't say anything this time. He's rendered mute by the surge of anger that coats all of his thoughts in a red haze. They're here like this because they were altered and manipulated. Why isn't anyone angry about that? Why does it feel like defeat to sit and apologize?

He nods to Rose, letting her get what she needs and sinks his fingers into Kim's fur. The Arcanine shifts and rests her head on his shoulder as he acts like nothing is wrong at all. But everything is.

Justice is dying in a ditch somewhere and he won't have that. There has to be something he can-

There's a blue shape crashing in from above with a howled BAGGGGGON right at smaller Dave. Enjoy that.

Dave opens his mouth to say something. Maybe to apologize too? He kind of killed a bunch of them. And more than once even. Actually, other than Rose, he's pretty sure he killed everyone in this room more than once. Well, that kind of sucks.

He never does actually say anything. Because there's suddenly a fucking Pokemon trying to slam into him and he's less inclined to talk when he's being assaulted by flying Bagons. He does drop Missy's pokeball so he can hold his arms out and catch the flying(more like falling) Pokemon.

"Jesus fuck. Is this for not feeding your nuggets or something when you hatched? What did I ever do to you to deserve this?"

John still doesn't really say much. If Rose needed to apologize for something like this then she could go ahead and do that. But John knew deep down that he personally didn't need an apology. It was okay. It was just fine. He didn't mean to practically invalidate his own feelings on the matter, he just didn't think they were quite as important as the things everyone else needed to get out.

Nope, sorry Dave. He might just be snickering at you. He's in the arms of an angelic and soft bird pokemon, and then there is Bagon....

The divebombing Bagon takes Jade by surprising, eliciting a ~~kind of embarrassing~~ squeak of surprise and hugging Turkey a little tighter on reflex. Yes she was definitely willing to give him all the pets and hugs he wanted.

After a moment of severe apprehension though, she...releases her grip on Turkey a bit (at least so she's not, choking him or something), and... finally, though carefully, and it's probably barely audible, but-- speaks up.

"You don't have to. S'not your fault."

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fuck you Folded oh my god.

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