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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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humor me
what else is being a grossly overpaid delivery boy for
theres a bistro by the station right
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But... Dave, surely you're saving up for something? And I can pay for myself, really. The police department has very good wages. Especially for such a small community.
Ah... Yes, I think you're right! A bistro and a pub, and I think there's a fast food place a little further down. Would you like to meet there?
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yeah ill get us a table
inside or out
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You're not going to give up on that one, are you?no subject
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What?! Who said that? That's certainly not what I meant at all! Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry, that's not remotely what I think of you!no subject
dont worry i know you dont
im just poking fun at myself in a general way
ill see you there ok
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Haaa... You really shouldn't think that of yourself. You're definitely not like that. And you really don't have to be so formal, you know. But, um... Outside, maybe? If you're over your sunburn?no subject
yeah
yeah im definitely over that no problem
outside it is
care to set the scene?
Sure thing!
He still had his trademark aviators, of course, and a penchant for red in his street clothes, but this Dave was a good five inches taller and somewhat broader in the shoulder than Sheska was probably looking for.
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Turning back, she walked by more slowly, taking a closer look and almost missed him again. As it was, she did a double-take and stopped dead. S-surely not... but Koizumi had been older. Why not... "Dave?"