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thoughtformed2013-08-08 06:16 pm
upstartcrow) wrote in thoughtformed2013-08-08 06:16 pm
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If you're lost you can look and you will find me [Open Log!]
Who: The Daves of Christmas present and future (no actual Christmas included)
Where: All over New Moore. The Dave of your choice will probably go to you. Or feel free to run into him somewhere while he's distracted texting--Present Dave's doing his usual pizza runs, while Future Dave's mostly wandering around, enjoying the sights, looking for familiar (yet super tiny) faces.
When: Throughout the event from 8/8-8/12
What: Look, is it so weird for a guy who's traveled over ten years back in time to want to hang out with his tiny teenage friends? Or his tiny grown-up friends, as the case may be? LOOK AT THEM. THEY'RE SO TINY. THEY HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THEY'RE IN FOR.
Future Dave had already made good on the outstanding loop that required he take his younger self out for ice cream and general breeze-shooting. So many incidental spoilers had been dropped the temporal logicscape looked like it had been carpet-bombed and then subsequently mugged at gunpoint, but it was hardly their fault. Everyone was going around changing things up, they both could feel it. But since it seemed like nothing was nudging New Moore's timeline off its alpha axis, they let things be, for the time being.
After what both of them decided was the coolest four hours of their lives, they split up so Dave--present Dave--could take care of his present duties, such as delivering pizzas, feeding Catthew, and persisently bugging people. Future Dave strode off on his own, hands in his pockets, noting the things that had changed--or, rather, reverted--from his timeline.
After a while, Dave pulled out his phone, scrolled down his contact list--he never deleted anyone--and finally opened a text message to someone he knew.
hey
got a minute?
((OOC: Please note which Dave you want to talk to when you reply, just to make it easier for me to keep track of what's happening. Thanks!))
Where: All over New Moore. The Dave of your choice will probably go to you. Or feel free to run into him somewhere while he's distracted texting--Present Dave's doing his usual pizza runs, while Future Dave's mostly wandering around, enjoying the sights, looking for familiar (yet super tiny) faces.
When: Throughout the event from 8/8-8/12
What: Look, is it so weird for a guy who's traveled over ten years back in time to want to hang out with his tiny teenage friends? Or his tiny grown-up friends, as the case may be? LOOK AT THEM. THEY'RE SO TINY. THEY HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THEY'RE IN FOR.
Future Dave had already made good on the outstanding loop that required he take his younger self out for ice cream and general breeze-shooting. So many incidental spoilers had been dropped the temporal logicscape looked like it had been carpet-bombed and then subsequently mugged at gunpoint, but it was hardly their fault. Everyone was going around changing things up, they both could feel it. But since it seemed like nothing was nudging New Moore's timeline off its alpha axis, they let things be, for the time being.
After what both of them decided was the coolest four hours of their lives, they split up so Dave--present Dave--could take care of his present duties, such as delivering pizzas, feeding Catthew, and persisently bugging people. Future Dave strode off on his own, hands in his pockets, noting the things that had changed--or, rather, reverted--from his timeline.
After a while, Dave pulled out his phone, scrolled down his contact list--he never deleted anyone--and finally opened a text message to someone he knew.
hey
got a minute?
((OOC: Please note which Dave you want to talk to when you reply, just to make it easier for me to keep track of what's happening. Thanks!))
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I don't pretend to know your feeling on aquatic rodents.
[putting his phone down and getting up to answer the door.]
H-
[oh]
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Hey. Figured just showing up would be easier than trying to explain.
...We still cool to hang?
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Are you—
[my Dave]
here? Are you staying here or is this another fucking occurrence of strange times in New Moore?
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[He drops his gaze a little behind his shades, then looks back up.]
I wanted to see you while I was here, though.
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[sounds perfectly neutral--just verifying]
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Your bro's been here, too. He'll show up again. Trust me.
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Well, yeah, I meant--
[But what Dirk said means more than what Dave meant, so he stops, moved and tongue-tied, and lets it go.]
Do you want ice cream?
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Triple scoop, you're buying.
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[But fine, he moves out of the way and holds the door open so Dirk can pass him.]
What do you think I am, made of money? 'Cause, all right, I am.
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[He lifts a measuring hand by Dirk's head.]
You know, you're actually taller than I remember you being at this age.
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