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

[parodeity]

[ LOOK...HE BRIEFLY MENTIONED IT WHEN DESCRIBING BRO'S SPEED, ONCE, AGES AGO, DURING A FIGHT maybe he will man up and explain it if dirk does it. who knows. ]

Yeah, sure, lap the park. [ he doesn't have to Do anything to start timing dirk since he is constantly timing everything now. so. WHENEVER YOU WANT, BRO. he will cap himself down do whatever dirk's top speed is, probably. ]

[splinten]

[g2g fast

Which Dirk does and he's. Fast? I think we agreed that Dirk is fractionally slower than Dave, in the long run of Striders, and Dirk has almost worked his way back to that max speed for himself. So... TWO fractions slower???]

[parodeity]

[ by vague fractions that is definitely a thing we agreed on and it isn't like dave ever sees fit to be Exact, so he just kind of nods. ]

...you know, we'd kill it in a three-legged race.

[ ...

he spends like two seconds contemplating practicing for one. ]

[splinten]

We've always killed it in three-legged races. Now we'll wreck it.

[parodeity]

Well, yeah. I kinda think even if we weren't super fast rn we'd do better.

[ there's some brand of familiarity to the new balance of his body, and he recognizes the way dirk moves now, too.

he'd been able to do that before, but it's a little different somehow. ]

There should be like, superpower day with lots of games. El could throw shit telekinetically ring toss style, that kinda thing.

[ yeah he. distracted himself ]

[splinten]

[Dirk isn't fully equipped to get him on track because he loves this idea.] We could include a competition to see whose eyes were the most stupidly anime.

[parodeity]

I'm not even sure who would win. Not me? I have too much competition in the red-eye department. Like. Why is it so popular a color, you'd think it wouldn't be?

[splinten]

I'd figure violet or changing-to-match-the-weather would top the charts. Aren't those the classics?

[parodeity]

I dunno. Pink's pretty anime, too.

[ and yet... ]

But red eyes and swords seems to be pretty damn popular in general. Even as a combo?

[splinten]

Demon eyes make sense for some swordsmen. I am not exactly seein' that vibe for you though, bro, sorry.

[parodeity]

What, you don't think I'm a freak of nature?

[splinten]

Technically you don't even work as a demon. We're gods.

[parodeity]

Supposedly. I'd give a lot to feel that way more often.

[splinten]

I don't really remember feeling very divine in any of the ones where I had the pajamas.

[parodeity]

Yeah. No, I think we were shitty bargain bin gods. Because gods are supposed to be, like...beyond this shit.

[splinten]

Yeah. They're supposed to... not just kids with powers.

At least your pajamas looked cool.

[parodeity]

They don't have all these problems. I mean, dependin' on the mythology. And yeah your pjs were dumb.

[splinten]

Do you want to be one of the real gods?

[parodeity]

Not really. As usual, my dreams are more mundane and stupid and impossible? What do you wanna be when you grow up, if we're goin' that route?

[splinten]

Stable, not chronically depressed, a better brother, possibly the leader of an anarcho-communist revolution, although not of the following utopia.

[Honestly.]

The last part seems the most realistic.

[parodeity]

You're the best brother in the world.

[splinten]

Sorry, dude, but that position's already been taken. I was dethroned on December 3rd in the year 2000 C.E.

[parodeity]

You're a way better brother than I am? Like, not a question. I know you're stupid biased but...completely sans jokin', it's you.

[splinten]

I disagree. I wouldn't trade you for a me any day. There's no little brother I'd prefer.

[parodeity]

I disagree with your disagreement? You're...more considerate, and you know what to do more often than I do, and you're less...You're more mature than me in plenty of ways. You remember details, when you've noticed them. You...try to be there.