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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

[culver]

The plan today had been to go for a quick ride on Horse and then take Dog with her on a run. She had been keeping up with that, even if she wasn't quite up to the amount of time Dave had suggested to her. But Nill has full confidence in her ability to get there eventually, as long as she keeps with it. So the gardens is her first thought when she gets on the lift.

At least she knows the jackass on the yard ornament.

This time, instead of an oversized shirt and jeans, she's in a red camisole along with shorts, long red socks, and the purple sneakers that had showed up in her locker this past jump. All she can do for a few seconds is stare at him, not entirely sure what she's looking at. But at least she gets on the lift before the doors closed. That doesn't stop the staring, sadly.

going with good ol' Option A

[yardbird]

Murphy actually is headed somewhere.

Here is a sleepy-looking man, who Dave will find himself being accompanied with in the lift. For a guy who's headed off to do his daily chores, he looks like he's only halfway through his "morning" routine.

Well, at least he didn't leave his room in his underwear. But it might very well explain his lack of surprise when he's facing a teenager settled on... whatever the hell that hideous thing even is. Looks like something out of a demented playground or something.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Murphy manages in a muffled, groggy voice: "Oxygen Gardens."

kitchens

[redhotsummers]

"....that thing is fucking ugly."

Alex strolls in, taking one look at the thing, giving a snort, before going to rummage for food. Bozo, however, like a typical cat, goes to fuck around, and jumps on the table, and then onto the pogo ride, meowing as he tried to keep purchase.

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[seered]

Some of this seems a little familiar.

There weren't pogo rides, of course, but she does recall a conversation or two had over cups of coffee--or at least, cups of coffee for Dave.

Rose is on the quest for a beverage of her own, but all that is forgotten in favor of leaning on the door frame and watching her brother's caffeine-related exploits intently.

"I can't imagine that tastes any good at all."

Option A woah backtag

[soyed]

Leave it to Dave to wander around aimlessly, but don't forget to add moronic to that description. As big as this spaceship was, he was beginning to think he understood the layout of the place a little bit better. Then again, one unsuspecting turn (or maybe that was four "I'm really lost" turns) Dave found himself in a completely new area. He didn't want to know this place, he wanted off this pandemoniac shitstorm, but maybe, just to be safe, he should figure out the lay of the ship in spaceland.

One good thing however (and this is a very rare thing) whenever he felt the walls were starting to close in after walking for a while, a lift would always be there in the distance for him in his time of poor survival skills. Pressing the button for the lift, Dave waits like the trained citizen he is. As the door slowly opens after the ding! Dave's eyes start to match the speed of the opening doors as his eyes grow at the sight that greeted him.

What the hell?

This kid, or teen, was wearing sunglasses, red PJs, and sitting on a- is that Slimer on a pogo stick?

"Uh," he draws out the word and steps inside.

Dave is careful where he goes, making sure to slide all the way against the wall as if both occupants in the lift were going to eat him; or slime him. "Up."

He forgets which floor he initially wanted to go, and up is the only word he can manage to say.

option a

[purrfectlycute]

We're going to pretend that this isn't ridiculously late.

In an increasingly rarer event where she decides to venture out without her sweaty companion, Nepeta decides on a little jog around the ship, maybe checking up (read: spying on) her pals. Now that she has to keep up with Equius and calm his bouts of rage, she's gotta get back in shape and stop sitting in front of refrigerators while eating all the contents.

She steps on the lift wearing a sports bra and pair of shorts. Any appeal this might have is immediately lost given that she's as sweaty as Equius in the middle of an Aradia fantasy and probably smells like a soggy cat.

As the door opens, she gazes upon the pogo-riding glory and/or catastrophe that is Dave Strider. Their gazes down upon these two teenagers and gives a nod of approval at their wonderful existence.

For her part, Nepeta stares at Dave a few seconds--baffled, amused, but mostly baffled--before stepping into the lift.

"Well I was going to go back to my room, but now I'm curious to know where you're heading to beclaws by looks of things, it's going to be a ton of fun."