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Characters: [OU] John Egbert longwinded , [AU2] John Egbert ghostytrainer , and [AU2] Dave Strider turntechtrainer
Setting: Cafeteria.
Format: action seems okay.
Summary: OU John requested a jar of peanut butter for uh, scientific reasons. He's totally not just tempting fate because he is getting cabin fever again.
Warnings: He does eat the peanut butter, so allergic reaction? Life saving EpiPen stabs. Shit like that.

[Seven days ago John received a jar of peanut butter as he requested. He'd been waffling over the decision to actually eat it, however. Every single time he had tried to talk himself into doing it, he would instantaneously back out by finding something better to do or the fact that he had been alone each time.

He guesses he rather not do this alone.

So he'll sit in the cafeteria around dinner time. As per his regular routine he will wait for a couple of his friends before he starts being social and eating. This time all that is in front of him is a glass of water, a spoon, and the jar of peanut butter.

This definitely is not going to bode well.]

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[turntechtrainer]

[Dave has his usual a drink, and something edible. His appetite isn't the best these days but he forces himself to eat enough to keep his crazy levels of speed and time power up. He is walking by when he spots something amiss. Seconds later, Dave and Bro the Bagon are staring at John with equal looks of 'you're kidding'.] Dude. What the shit are you doing.

[longwinded]

[To be fair, John kind of expected this reaction. More so from his alternate self than from Dave. But Dave also knows the extent of his peanut allergy, his best bro would. Right?]

Well, all the food is actually nutritional bars or whatever the shit, right? So I don't see why a spoonful of peanut butter would actually hurt me.

[turntechtrainer]

[He thinks back to last month, what he was, what he did. His fingers flex and he can feel it all over again. The sense of claws on stone.] Are you seriously willing to risk your life over a bite of nuts?

[He sets his tray down on the table and flops down, chin on his palm as he stares at him.]

[longwinded]

I'm not risking anything. At all. Well, at least I hope I'm not? I mean I already opened the jar and nothing happened to me even coming close to it. [You weren't quite close enough, John.]

Anyways. So. Did you see the anonymous text from earlier?

[turntechtrainer]

You aren't all up in its business, parting it from its clothes yet. [He says to stall for a little bit of time on deciding whether to admit he saw the text or not.] Yeah, I did. What about it?

[longwinded]

I'm pretty sure that I'm going to at least dance with what fate has to offer me in this situation. It's probably going to be really dumb, or hell. Maybe it'll turn out that nothing at all is going to happen. Like I suspect.

[He won't reveal his plans on the situation right now. But. Hm.]

Are you going to do it?

[turntechtrainer]

Well, I made a bit of a promise not to do anything about it. But Rose is doing it. [He's being dodgy as hell to get out what John is planning.] Are you going to do it?

[longwinded]

[God dammit Dave, do you have to make everything so hard? He kind of fidgets in his seat.]

Well, yeah? The anonymous guy is right Dave.

[turntechtrainer]

Well. You know what they say about twins, some of them think the exact same thing. [That's a yes, he's being fucking crazy.]

[longwinded]

[John laughs.]

You can only wonder what the dangers of this are, but. Who would any of us be without taking a risk.

[turntechtrainer]

We'd be done with shit, is what we would be if we take the risk. [He sips his drink and tosses food to Bro the Bagon.] But you seriously shouldn't take this one.

It's peanut butter. If it was like...oh hey does my dick actually work and not some fake dick that isn't even real. That would be worth a dumb risk.

[ghostytrainer]

[Good choice in topic switch there, Dave. Because look who just trudged into the cafeteria. Literally, trudged. From the looks of things, something has him pretty down because there's a definite lack of pep in the other John's step and his expression looks equal parts stressed, upset, and dead to the world.]

[He doesn't even bother with food, instead just making his way over to Dave and his alternate self, plunking himself down in a chair next to John. He hasn't even noticed the peanut butter yet, but give it time.]

'sup.

[He's got 99 problems and (as far as he knows) that broad is all of them.]

[longwinded]

[He totally didn't even notice John until the subject switch. When of course he abruptly went for the change in topic too. But first to evaluate what the fuck was going on here. John looked so run down, why was that?

He bumps the other John gently in the shoulder.]

Nothing much. You alright?

[This is where he picks up the spoon. But he doesn't go to stick it into the jar yet. He just kind of chews on it. Worrying his back molars over it.]

[turntechtrainer]

[He turns his head to see John from Route and raises an eyebrow. He hasn't looked this bad in a while and it naturally has Dave concerned.]

You look like someone ran you over.

[ghostytrainer]

Yeah I'm f--

[Some of the life snaps back into John's eyes as they catch sight of the jar in front of his alternate self.]

[He turns his head to look at the other John, his expression switching to a completely different brand of upset as they lock eyes. This is more the upset that says "what the actual fuck is wrong with you I know I'm not seeing what I think I'm seeing."]

Is that a jar of peanut butter.

[It's not even a question, despite being worded as one. He's not blind, he knows what it is.]

[SHORTER SELF DOES NOT APPROVE OF WHERE HE THINKS THIS IS GOING.]

[longwinded]

[He was kind of expecting his alternate self to spill the beans here. But apparently it just wasn't important or this jar of peanut butter is definitely taking the forefront of his mind. Well. It should! Because the way his alternate self thinks this is going, yeah- it's going there.

He unscrews the cap on the jar and sticks the spoon in it.]

Sure is man.

[He takes his hands away from the jar for a moment. Okay. John. It's either do this or don't.]

What harm can it do? It's not even real.

[turntechtrainer]

...that is the shittiest excuse for anything, bar none. [And this is coming from the guy who said he could die a lot no big deal.]

What are you going to do if it doesn't work. I mean you can't exactly ninja wind your way out of it. [His eyes narrow behind his shades and he has a moment to frown deeper.]

...We could do something else. Find a monster and you know, walk right into its jaws. It's about the same thing.