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[tg]

CHARACTERS: Dave Strider and OPEN.
LOCATION: Lifts or kitchens! Feel free to utilize either of the provided starters or to start something up on your own.
WARNINGS: N/A! TBA! Either or both! Will edit as/if necessary
SUMMARY: Dave Strider farts around a spaceship. Go poke him. He's stupid.

NOTES: Events in this log are flexible, so we can backdate or forward-date as your needs may require. Also, I'm cool with both prose and action: feel free to reply with your preference, and I'll match your style. :|b


OPTION A - LIFTS
Maybe your character is heading somewhere specific, or maybe they're just wandering about aimlessly. Regardless of their particular circumstances, they eventually come to one of the lifts and hit the call button, and when it finally arrives, it seems the lift is already occupied. There's a fifteen year old in Ray-Ban aviators and red pajamas, sitting on a green ghost pogo ride that's obviously been uprooted from the backyard of some kid who hadn't hit puberty yet. As a result, the fifteen year old swathed in red currently occupying its plastic saddle might be a tad too tall for the darn thing.

Dave looks up from his compromised vantage point as if he's not the jackass on a yard ornament. "What floor?"


OPTION B - KITCHENS
But maybe your character was headed somewhere specific, and that place happened to be one of the kitchens. In that case, Dave's already there, standing by a counter, green ghost pogo ride occupying the stool beside him. He's stirring some instant coffee powder into hot water and talking to himself.

Or to the pogo ride. It's debatable.

"—can't believe I miss that shitty coffee pod thing. Sure, this stuff touts itself as instant, just add water and bam, insta-stimulant, but it's not goddamn instant enough."

Because having to stir thoroughly is way too much work.

Comments

[purrfectlycute]

Wow Dave wow. Growing up in a cave hasn't prepared her for a life of deodorant have some culture sensitivity. It also hasn't prepared her for a life of shaving her body hair. Not that anyone cares, it's just going to be pretty prominent when she lifts up her arms to give Dave a fresh whiff of her BO.

"In that case you're lucky you caught me after an intense work-out! Beclaws otherwise? You'd have no chance. Not even with your mighty, bouncy steed."

For emphasis she gives the pogo ride a little shove to see if Dave will bounce around on it.

"You look like a one-man wiggler party."

Is that a compliment or teasing? Who knows.

[tg]

Hate to break it to you, but down in the depths of dark, dank caves, there is no culture. All that lurks along cave walls are early man's rudimentary attempts at anthropological evidence, the cave dweller's first stab at what would later be more successfully translated into flags staked out on the moon and giant phallus-shaped monuments clawing holes into the ozone layer.

Oh wait, 'anthropological' doesn't apply to trolls, does it? So much for cultural sensitivity.

Dave instantly regrets challenging Nepeta and her STRONG stonk to anything, but backing out is no longer an option. Also, he bobs around appropriately as she twangs the spring on his uprooted ride, somehow managing to control his expression and not just cover his nose like the culturally inappropriate asshole he is on the inside.

"I do love to wiggle," he offers blandly, vaguely gyrating his hips to punctuate the point, because honestly, he never knows quite when to suck it up and move on with the point.