OPEN.

[parodeity]

WHO: dave strider + open as heck!
WHERE: various places
WHEN: various times through the end of the month
WHAT: time shenanigans! if you need a time travel related regain this may be relevant 2 you. or if you just want to go wtf @ dave, also. also, a sord...
WARNINGS: idiocy

WEDNESDAY MAY 17TH OPTION A

[ it might be imperative to know how to track dave down or contact him in person for this one, because while you might see him, you'll basically see him messing around with some floating records. he scratches them, and a strange red gear (or a lot of them) pop into existence and turn and then dave is just Gone. his expression before he disappears is at least entirely startled, even though he's usually pretty good about keeping a poker face.

clearly this was an alien abduction. oops. ]

WEDNESDAY MAY 17TH OPTION B

[ the first time, it was an accident. he woke up to a new bullshit item, he fucked around with new bullshit item, and...

...well, shit happened. the second time it wasn't so much an accident, and the third time it was on purpose, but it's a whole chain of events that leads to idiocy like this: dave strider standing beside himself in intense conversation in apprassage, in one of the many walk-around paths. it's not like he's ever been secretive about having a twin, but that twin is a girl, and shorter than him, and not...you know, dave, duplicated. and also there is only one of her, but there seems to be a third dave jogging down the path in the opposite direction, and

this is so STUPID

what are they saying? well, if you're close enough, you'll notice that one of the daves is significantly more frustrated than the other, who just looks Tired As Hell. ]

- don't understand why you won't.

[ the response is: ] Because you didn't. Anyway, just do what you're gonna do, man.

With what - oh, shit. [ apparently he didn't expect to get caught doing...whatever the hell he is doing. ]

SATURDAY MAY 20TH

[ there's just one of him right now, but dave looks absolutely fucking exhausted. there are probably dark circles under his eyes, but who can tell with the shades? he approaches you apparently at random and says: ]

Yo. So, I gotta talk to you, if you got a second?

[ ...it's mostly because of Really Stupid Reasons, and his deadpan tone conveys the idea that he finds this entire thing really. dumb. ]

TUESDAY MAY 23RD

[ tuesday the 23rd dave doesn't seem to be doing any time travel practice or anything Weird, except he's kind of hanging out in the park at some point kind of idly holding a terrible sword. like. its not even worthy of a "w", this is a sord... of idiotic proportions.

he can recognize most network people by face, but even if he doesn't know you, there's one relevant question to ask: ]

Yo, do you see what this is doin' to my hands or is it, like, all in my head? [ he has to know. what the hell is this piece of crap and why has he not thrown it out. ...also why is he hanging out in the park alone after school, actually, but whatever. ]

FRIDAY MAY 26TH

This is a dumbass idea. [ says one dave to another, near the edge of the recollé woods. it's pretty late, so why are you up, and why is he up, but whatever. they both seem to be facing off with a sword in their respective left hands. ]

Yeah, maybe, but am I actually gonna do it or not? [ there's no reply, so: ] Thought so.

You know what they say about countin' chickens? [ the other one says, gesturing behind the first. hey. you've been spotted. ]

WILDCARD

[ if none of the above work feel free to throw me a different prompt / pm me or w/e to bang out an idea and i can write you up a specific prompt. i am more than happy to do so, esp if you'd like to work towards some kind of specific regain. ]

Comments

May 26th

[chiseler]

[...look, what Thalia doesn't know won't hurt her, all right? He has to be sure everything's fixed by this point and it's why he's left the bar this late and he's heading for the woods.

And then. You know. Spotting the two Daves. Backbiter's in its sheath and strapped to him and as he approaches he simply stops and stares for a minute, eyes going back and forth between one Dave and another.]

...is there going to be an explanation that isn't going to end in me asking "what the fuck"?

[parodeity]

[ thalia's gonna strangle luke one of these days. and then she will be sent away to jail? it's gonna be tragic?

but yeah hey luke, both daves turn to glance at him. ]

Well. [ says the left-dave. ] Have we ever had a conversation about shi I got back that didn't end with you askin' that?

[chiseler]

[RIP demisquad. Luke's not even thinking about his original goal anymore because double the Strider has thoroughly distracted him enough and he's raising an eyebrow. He's glancing back and forth between the two of them, eyebrow raising higher and higher.]

Good point. [There's a heavy sigh.] All right. Between Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, which of you wants to try to explain what's going on?

[parodeity]

Ok, neither of us is gonna respond to that. If we gotta go in for code names, I'll be Hasselhoff.

[ the other dave sighs. ] Guess I'm Bowie. What up.

[ hasselhoff: ] Anyway, this is just your run of the mill time travel situation.

[chiseler]

Those two don't even...you know what, forget it. [He's not arguing with a time-traveling teenager. He's just not.] There's a lot wrong with everything you just said. Since when is time-traveling a thing? I thought you and Dirk were just steppy-steppy flashy-flashy with stupid swords and that's it.

[parodeity]

[ hasselhoff: ] They're both Daves, okay, it's easier than goin' Dave 1 and Dave 2.

[ bowie: ] That's all we share, but I do time shit.

[ hasselhoff: ] Dirk's gonna do...other shit. He doesn't yet.

[ bowie: ] Apparently.

[chiseler]

I guess, but I'm just not going to address either of you by name for right now, how about that? [He raises an eyebrow.] Do you remember your brother doing something not-time-traveling? How can you be sure? And even going backwards there's time-travel happening but...what now? You're both just hanging out?

[parodeity]

[ hasselhoff: ] Rude.

[ bowie: ] He isn't time, he's heart.

[ hasselhoff: ] We are now I guess? We were gonna, like. Spar or somethin', but.

[chiseler]

If that's supposed to mean something to me it doesn't. Time? Heart? Time I get because you just said time-travel but isn't heart like the weak power? [A vague gesture.] You know, earth, fire, wind, water, heart?

[...but okay.] Sparring with yourself. Wouldn't you just be able to anticipate your own moves? Seems like a lame challenge.

[parodeity]

[ bowie: ] NGL, I have no idea what the fuck heart does. As to the anticipation though...He doesn't know what I'm gonna do. Only I know what I'm gonna do, although I know what he's gonna do.

[chiseler]

[Give him a second to puzzle this out.]

So you're the Alpha Dave in that case. The one who's already, in theory, maybe lived through whatever Hasselhoff's gonna do even if Hasselhoff doesn't know what he's doing. [...SIGH.] This is getting stupider by the minute. And I thought my...everything was getting weird.

[parodeity]

[ hasselhoff: ] Hey? I object to not knowin' what I'm doin.

[ bowie: ] But yeah I lived through his shit already. What's your "everything", though, dude?

[chiseler]

I never said you didn't know, of course you know. There's a difference between knowing and living though, you know that.

[But then he's left facing both Hasselhoff and Bowie and he sighs to himself.] As it turns out even I have powers that aren't entirely useful. I mean I'm sure they will be whenever I figure out how to control them, but right now teleporting without knowing the final destination at all times it just a pain in the ass.

[parodeity]

[ bowie, who asked, looks UNSURPRISED since he has heard the answer before (but he had to ask). hasselhoff's eyebrows go up, though. ] You just, like, randomly zap places? Are they places you wanna go, or?

[chiseler]

[Give him a moment to reach behind him and pull out Backbiter, holding the faintly glowing blade before slashing through the air and opening a portal. He gives the portal a flat look, gesturing at it with the tip of his sword.]

Not usually. I'm trying to figure out how to get it under control so it is to places I wanna go. Sometimes the sword's the catalyst, sometimes it's not. Haven't figured that out either. Pretty sure my power's broken.

[parodeity]

[ hasselhoff: ] ...Can other people go through?

[chiseler]

...did not even think about that. [He's examining the portal again.] I would assume so but I'm not sending anybody else through 'til I figure out how it works myself. Why, can you take other people back in time?

[parodeity]

I don't see why not. But like, why don't we experiment with your portally thing? If you can go through, I don't see why I can't.

[ kids ]

[chiseler]

[A raise of an eyebrow.]

Strider, I'm not even entirely sure how I went through it. You don't think it might be dangerous for you to leap through? [Like. He's not saying no but he's trying to be quasi-responsible.] But I guess time-travel is like a concentrated form of teleportation. You're just specifically moving from points in time instead of just points in location.

[parodeity]

It can't be that much more dangerous than jumpin' around through time.

[ LET DAVE! GO THROUGH! THE PORTAL! ]

[chiseler]

Okay think about it this way. If something does happen to you, somehow, how the fuck do I explain that to your siblings without getting my ass kicked?

[...but fine.] I'm going first, just in case the portal closes behind me. The last thing we need is you getting lost in dimensions somewhere or wherever the fuck it'd spit you out.

[parodeity]

D'you wanna hold hands or somethin'?

[chiseler]

[AN EYEROLL.]

Don't be a dick or I'm sending you home. [Not that that makes sense since. He approached Dave first? But come on, Strider. He's already moving to step through the portal and who the fuck knows where they're going.] It's not like you have portal experience either, just remember that.

[parodeity]

[ the future dave waves them away, so it is Present Dave who steps forward. ]

Fuck you, I totally could have. I have teleportation experience, that's like nearly the same thing - but yeah, okay, not a dick.

[ HE STEPS THROUGH THE PORTAL, CHEERFULLY ]

[chiseler]

About the same as chunky and smooth peanut butter. [And away they go through the portal! Surprisingly it's not doom and gloom and it's. Almost like a shimmery sort of experience and just stepping out on the other side. Somehow they've ended up on the roof of the bar. So that's fine.]

...all your limbs still in one piece?