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ataraxionlogs2012-07-12 08:57 pm
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Jake: Do the bromantic thing and meet IRL.
CHARACTERS: Jake English, Dirk Strider, Dave Strider and possibly Davesprite.
LOCATION: 004 » 097; Dirk's room.
WARNINGS: Jake and Striders are in this post.
SUMMARY: *BROMANTIC REUNION!* Jake and Dirk finally meet in real life and I guess talk about stuff and be one big awkward family together.
NOTES: Closed to the characters above. Log still in progress. Action or prose style okay with me.
It wasn't particularly easy for Jake to calm his nipples as Auto Responder so politely put it. In fact, he hadn't even noticed that was Auto Responder was the one he was talking to. Instead, he figured he was talking to Dirk himself. Actual Dirk Strider. You would think that by now he would be able to tell the difference between the two; A.R certainly had a way with words and getting Jake flustered, that was certain. A.R always sort of made him uncomfortable in the times that they bonded since Dirk was so difficult to get a hold of and Jake seemed to enjoy pestering Dirk a lot.
And yet, something was just so endearing about Auto Responder. But we're not going to expound on that.
He doesn't reply to the responder or Dave as he scurries out of his room and enthusiastically goes down the corridors, wiping his nose against the back of his left palm which clutched one of his Beretta 9MMs. The excitement of being around people was practically unbearable. And to top it all off like icing on the cake, his best bro was aboard this craft too; somebody he never thought he would have the pleasure of meeting face to face so simply since they lived in different time periods.
But then again, then there was just the excitement of being aboard a space craft in actual space in actual space suits that made him feel uncomfortable... like actual space suits should do like in all of the movies he watched. He actually would probably sell his soul right now for a simple pair of cargo shorts if he could despite the fact he thought the jumpsuits were cool. They just seemed nothing like wearing shorts since that's pretty much what he grew up wearing.
Nevertheless, Jake is still on high alert and possibly feeling a bit woozy from the jump. Perhaps not completely in his right mind yet. He's wearing a few battle wounds caused by his sparring robot who had just finished kicking his ass before his arrival, but he wears them with pride as he typically does when losing a round of fisticuffs. He also cannot help but feel a little sick at his stomach from everything that is happening at once and the nerves of actually having to talk to people like normal citizens do. Sure, he had grandma he could converse with before she died and that was who knows how long ago.. but never anything like this.
It's practically overwhelming.
The fact he was simply brought into space like some action sci-fi horror movie that he's probably watched countless amounts of times was enough to get him all riled up.
And the fact he's met Mystique over the network almost sent him in cardiac arrest. It was going to be a challenge to settle him down and it hadn't really processed in his head that he might have to watch his behavior a bit because, hell, he's not on an island anymore.
The teen parades down the hallways with both of his pistols, not really hiding them or keeping them out of sight. His eyes flicker back to back, the tip of his tongue flicking out to press against the busted corner of his lip. Everything is so interesting and intriguing and there are actually people here that he can talk to and it's.
Damn.
It's so much. He's practically a kid in a candy store. What does this and that do? Is that a light over there? A wire over here? What happens if you jump up and down on this pathway?
Pretty soon, Jake is too distracted and he only makes it halfway to Dirk's room before he's actually climbing on something.
LOCATION: 004 » 097; Dirk's room.
WARNINGS: Jake and Striders are in this post.
SUMMARY: *BROMANTIC REUNION!* Jake and Dirk finally meet in real life and I guess talk about stuff and be one big awkward family together.
NOTES: Closed to the characters above. Log still in progress. Action or prose style okay with me.
It wasn't particularly easy for Jake to calm his nipples as Auto Responder so politely put it. In fact, he hadn't even noticed that was Auto Responder was the one he was talking to. Instead, he figured he was talking to Dirk himself. Actual Dirk Strider. You would think that by now he would be able to tell the difference between the two; A.R certainly had a way with words and getting Jake flustered, that was certain. A.R always sort of made him uncomfortable in the times that they bonded since Dirk was so difficult to get a hold of and Jake seemed to enjoy pestering Dirk a lot.
And yet, something was just so endearing about Auto Responder. But we're not going to expound on that.
He doesn't reply to the responder or Dave as he scurries out of his room and enthusiastically goes down the corridors, wiping his nose against the back of his left palm which clutched one of his Beretta 9MMs. The excitement of being around people was practically unbearable. And to top it all off like icing on the cake, his best bro was aboard this craft too; somebody he never thought he would have the pleasure of meeting face to face so simply since they lived in different time periods.
But then again, then there was just the excitement of being aboard a space craft in actual space in actual space suits that made him feel uncomfortable... like actual space suits should do like in all of the movies he watched. He actually would probably sell his soul right now for a simple pair of cargo shorts if he could despite the fact he thought the jumpsuits were cool. They just seemed nothing like wearing shorts since that's pretty much what he grew up wearing.
Nevertheless, Jake is still on high alert and possibly feeling a bit woozy from the jump. Perhaps not completely in his right mind yet. He's wearing a few battle wounds caused by his sparring robot who had just finished kicking his ass before his arrival, but he wears them with pride as he typically does when losing a round of fisticuffs. He also cannot help but feel a little sick at his stomach from everything that is happening at once and the nerves of actually having to talk to people like normal citizens do. Sure, he had grandma he could converse with before she died and that was who knows how long ago.. but never anything like this.
It's practically overwhelming.
The fact he was simply brought into space like some action sci-fi horror movie that he's probably watched countless amounts of times was enough to get him all riled up.
And the fact he's met Mystique over the network almost sent him in cardiac arrest. It was going to be a challenge to settle him down and it hadn't really processed in his head that he might have to watch his behavior a bit because, hell, he's not on an island anymore.
The teen parades down the hallways with both of his pistols, not really hiding them or keeping them out of sight. His eyes flicker back to back, the tip of his tongue flicking out to press against the busted corner of his lip. Everything is so interesting and intriguing and there are actually people here that he can talk to and it's.
Damn.
It's so much. He's practically a kid in a candy store. What does this and that do? Is that a light over there? A wire over here? What happens if you jump up and down on this pathway?
Pretty soon, Jake is too distracted and he only makes it halfway to Dirk's room before he's actually climbing on something.
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But okay, it didn't come to that, and they step out Dirk's room like the one person they actually are, Dave slightly ahead only because Davesprite's obsessed with having his back. Or something. ]
So we're looking for the dude who looks like John. Should be on his way. Maybe, unless he gets lost, and knowing their genes, welp. My money's on the ship.
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Saw him briefly on that network feed. I can spot him.
[Let's face it. John got lost a lot on the ship.]
And man the problem with John is he gets wild ideas in his head then has to try them out right then.
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Instead, he's sort of climbing on the side of a hallway wall which has all sorts of little protrusions, poles, ropes and wires sticking out from it. There was actually a door down the hallway he was in that specifically said AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY. Clearly he was already getting into something he probably shouldn't. ]
It looks just like some of the mechanics used in the movie Alien. I cannot help but wonder if this specific craft was modeled or inspired after fictional content. It also appears to be highly advanced -- I wonder if I'm in another time period?
[ Jake could write a novel of his thoughts and exploring with anything and merely use conversations exchanged by himself and himself for the dialogue between the characters. He was great at keeping himself entertained.
Jake finally leaps back on the ground in a rather ungraceful fashion and perks up at the door just straight down the doorway.
And then, a bit curious, he starts off in that direction. ]
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Ok, that part wasn't too bad. It was terrible from a gameplay stand point but hilarious over all. If Jake is anything like John (which he frighteningly seems like he is) then he's probably trying to get the feel of the place.
Or at least comparing it to shit.
You know, geeking it out. Davesprite shakes his head and scans the area for any traces of what he'd caught sight of. Nothing yet. On he walks.]
Or Jaspersprite and Jade get into it and he gets knocked right out.
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[ Dave is only partially listening. He's mad distracted by how fucking weird and creepy Dirk was acting over the network--sure, he's always weird and creepy, but just now, he was especially so. John and his ship stupid is the farthest thing on Dave's mind, so far, in fact, that he's not on Dave's mind at all, save for the resemblance he bears to this dude they're looking for.
Jake English. What is it about him that brought out the weird change in his bro?
Dave probably would've powered right past the corridor Jake is in, but something catches his attention. Someone. In the corner of his eye, Dave sees it.
This fucking Egbertian asshole getting his Spider-Man on.
Dave grinds his steel-toed shoes into the floor and takes a hard right. ]
Dude. Are you trying to break them pipes over there? Not get enough jungle gymming as a kid? Because the last thing you want to do on a fucking spaceship is snap a pipe that might be your only source of oxygen. I like breathing, what've you got against it?
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His instant reaction is to turn around and raise his guns. His posture has changed dramatically from some lanky teen who clearly wasn't paying attention to some sort of intense action hero... cause he believed that was what he was. He's grape vining his ankles to the other side of the hallway; stalking almost; not breaking eye contact with Dave.
He really had no idea what Dave looked like or that Dave was the person he was looking for and -- WOAH-- He speaks, weird British sounding accent at all. (it almost wasn't British but that was the best way to describe it; it was so odd and even nasaly sounding.]
Sweet JESUS CHRISTMAS what the flipping frog is THAT!?
[ Pistols instantly go up to Davesprite. Then the guns go up and down. Both on Davesprite, then to Dave, then to Davesprite.... then one on Davesprite and one on Dave.
Jake was overly alert. Almost paranoid everywhere he went. The place he grew up on was filled with all sorts of danger and surprises... and he loved it. Craved it even. ]
Look, my good gents, I meant nothing of harm! Sheer curiousity sake and all of that! I am actually just on my way to my friends quarters.
[ He relaxes visibly a bit, but still keeping an eye on Davesprite. His guns lower halfway and he doesn't appear tense. ]
That is all!
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Yup, no harm says the guy with the guns. Also, I'm pretty sure we're your golden tickets into your friend's quarters, so if you'd tuck your pistols back in your pants, we'll lead the way, Mr. English.
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Of course, the first and pretty much only English who comes to mind is none other than his best bro, Jake. Feeling kinda ambivalent about it cause now Jake's trapped here, too. But now he could intro Jake to both god and bird bro and--
Oh god.
They're already here. ]
Hey. [ Deadpan cool kid coming through. ] Looks like you guys jumped the gun at getting acquainted without me.
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I. The flipping frog, am Davesprite. Chill your jets dude. I know seeing orange means you instantly get an asshole alert fired off in your cranium but try not to put bullets into my hide.
I'm a bit attached to my wings here.
[A good ramble was interrupted of course by Dirk. The sprite blinks and turns in mid air, wings flared out for dramatic effect.]
Wait, what? You were talking to him on that feed too.
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[ Okay, so he's chill now-- and actually gives one of his pistols a kiss.
Okay.
He seems to relax completely upon gathering the fact that Dave is who he's looking for, and Davesprite... well.
Jake looks between the two, then to Dave. ]
Striking resemblance if I can say so myself! You two blokes must be the men I chit chatted with over the communication device. Of course I knew that, but one can never be too careful given our situation!
[ Davesprite is getting his attention now. He's tilting his head, smiling, seeming fascinated with Davesprite. He's almost as too bold to reach out and analyze one of his wings by touching it, but the new voice catches his attention.
There's somebody else now, sort of standing between the two Daves and sort of behind them. Jake stands on his tiptoes, trying to see past one of Davesprite's wings, lips pursing a bit.
Once he catches sight of him and who he is, he lets out a laugh. ]
By Jove! There you are! Already here and actually in the flesh!
[ And now he's brushing past the Daves to approach Dirk, meeting him face on. He kind of measures himself up to the other teen, trying to see who is taller for whatever reason. There's another odd movement of an almost bro hug, but he instead just takes Dirk by the hand and gives him an over enthusiastic shake, firmly gripping his hand and allowing one of the corners of his lips curl in a smirk. ]
Great to finally see you in the actual person, buddy!
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--Dirk is a bit more careful in taking Jake's hand as he attempts to find a way to handshake that is a little more safe. He can compromise comfort to that end. ] Yeah, it's cool.
[ Added a little more hastily: ] Man, shouldn't you put this shit away, or is the safety still on?
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[ Oh, look. He's spinning the gun he has in his hand now while the other is tucked away in its belt holster. It gets another kiss once it has stopped spinning, and he allows his smirk to die down just a little. He looks over at Dave and this giant bird thing, then turns back to Dirk. ]
I remember having a word with these two gentlemen on the network. Not Dirk number one and two-- here they are!
I can now see why this one seemed to get enjoyment out of spontaneously typing a sound similar to that of a bird in his messages. Absolutely stunning. I've never seen anything like him.
Oh, and this one! He especially reminds me of you with his, uhm.
[ A pause. Jake waves his free hand around. ]
Teasing and excruciating amount of bluntness. You all certainly have a way with your words.
[ A beat. ]
Ah.. hah!! I also am now just reminding myself that I owe you a proper POP right in the kisser for the talk that we had! Humiliating! I had to fan myself because I was getting so fucking flustered.
Way to go, dickprince!
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Anyway yeah I'm the other orange text you chatted with, Jade's friend. Well we both are but I saw her last. I actually don't have any control over the random bird bits. Long story.
[Still, he smirks just a bit at the dickprince comment. The sprite pushes his shades up so his red eyes are still concealed and raises an eyebrow at Dirk. he's adding some things up in his head.]
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What is actually happening?
Dave hooks a thumb in a pocket, lets his posture fall into picture perfect nonchalance.
Also, Dickprince? Can't help but wonder if that's more a pet name than an insult.
To Dirk: ]
You got some 'splaining to do.
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Anyway, before Dirk could continue, Jake starts recounting network interactions in his excitement. Birdbro does a combined introduction and continued explanation of network discussion, and Godbro just watches. ]
Right.
[ To Jake: ] Okay, first things first. What the hell are you talking about? I didn't even know you were here.
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AUGH. What the fucking frigs are you going on about?! How can you not recall within your memory that agonizingly embarrassing conversation over the network!?
I'll have you know right now, Strider!
I STAND FIRM ON DECLINING YOUR OFFER TO CARESS MY PERT "MAN-NIPS"; OR "PAPSHOOSHING" AS YOU SO ODDLY CALLED IT.
My chest is going absolutely and utterly untouched by your hands. If you so desperately want to touch them, HAVE AT YOU.
Do your worst! I'm going to put up quite the fight though!
[ The most dangerous thing about Jake English wasn't the fact he was a teenager with two loaded guns and the endless gusto that put the Energizing Bunny to shame, but it was actually the fact his mouth didn't really have too much of a filter. ]
Don't play dumb, douche! I know what you're doing!
Kind of!
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Then, he lets out a quiet chuckle. ] How about no. I don't have the slightest inclination to touch your nipples right now, nor did I have one earlier. Is that really a thing that I said to you somewhere?
I mean, does anyone have this on record?
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Dude. It was public. Everyone's got it on record.
1.2
[ Waving his hands around, he quickly invites himself to Dave's side and gestures frantically at the device. ]
Proof! Alright, pal. Loosen your whistlemaker and give us an explanation. The only person who would say something like this besides you would be --
[ clueless ....................... gets it. ]
2.2
You crazy bastard! You have A.R operating and fully functioning on this ship! For the love of everything holy and saint, Dirk, you're well off your jolly rocker and down right flipped your lid!
Why the hell would you put A.R in activation!? People may critically have to get in touch with you!
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Further along the feed is an entry that's unmistakably Jake's, and it isn't long before Dirk scrolls through it to reach the thread in question.
And in that brief moment of ellipses before the tinny dinner bell sounds in Jake's head to signal an epiphany, Dirk answers, ] ...the auto-responder?
[ Jake's voice is akin to background noise as Dirk skims over that clusterfuck nightmare.
/shrugs ] Man, I wasn't even aware he was here. It's not like he was around for the first few months.
[ And to be honest, Dirk never expected him to make an appearance at all. ]
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[Was he hearing this right? Was it just a program? Or.] What exactly is Auto-responder. A program or something more than that?
[He frowned and looked to Dave with a raised eyebrow. What the hell. Actually no.]
I'm going to go out on a limb here, and say this is why I said we needed to get our shit straight. So confusing moments of why the hell is our bro acting way more aggressive and all but saying in big bold letters I want to screw with your head, can have some sense in it.
Besides the usual you being you. And I'm not making a damn bit of sense anymore.
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[ He turns to Dirk. ]
I call hogwash and bullshit on this tomfoolery you're pulling, bucko. For Christ's sake I was sweating bullets here when I was talking to you but not you and fucking Auto-Responder. All of that excitement for absolutely ziltch! AUGHHHH.
[ He simmers down soon enough and shifts somewhere away from Dave and more just in the same kind of proximity of everybody else here. He rubs the back of his neck, allowing a pause to occur. ]
Though.. the more I think of it and recall that hellish conversation, the more I feel a bit more comfortable with him talking to me. It's sort of something brought back from home, don't you think? It seems like it wouldn't be the same actually getting through to you everytime I tried to engage in conversation because you just never did that. [ an exaggeration. ]
I would miss not having A.R interrupt me when trying to talk to you to be brutally honest. I only wish I would have caught it sooner.
[ A half smile. He flicks his gaze to Davesprite. ]
I concur with the feathery gentleman. Mind games should be put aside and shit should get properly straightened!
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As the others wrap up their thoughts and agree that they want this shit sorted out now, Dirk slides his communicator away. New things can wait cause it's not like he won't have any time to deal with it relatively soon. ]
Alright.
[ To both his bro. ] The responder is a fully cognitive, self-aware entity created by using a simple captcha of my brain.
[ And then more toward their entire group. ] I've mentioned it to a few people here while discussing artificial intelligence and robotics projects, but I never thought that he'd eventually arrive here himself.
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[ Jake, he wasn't talking to you, but okay. ]
It'll just make my experience here even more pleasant knowing I'll have to engage in conversations with him and not you. Thanks a lot, pal. You know how much I love all of those queer interactions we have. It's my absolute favorite past time.
[ Although he's whining, he's not really sounding angry. His crosses his arms, looking between them all. ]
Who has been here the longest out of this lot?
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You think I'm kidding. I'm already buckled down in case the tentaclypse happens. Anyway, skipping over how my sister talks to the dark shit in the closet. We're from two different universes, apparently connected because how the fuck could we both know the same Jade. She told you about her gramps right? But all the weird shit we know needs set down into the open. All of it. Not a speck left out.
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To Jake: ]
To answer your question, [ Dave indicates Dirk with a jerk of his head in Dirk's direction ] he's been here longest. 004. We're double-oh-7's. You can call us 'James' and 'Bond'. I'll be Bond.
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No, he's got to make sure that nothing happens, that's all. ]
That's also something useful about the tattoos. It opens your locker, opens your room, and also marks just how long you've been here. [ There's something to be said about people whose tattoos have changed after being deposited back into their home worlds only to return after a jump or so. Whatever, it's not important right now.
To Jake: ] And I guess that my bro told you where my room is, so we should probably catch up sometime. It's not like the responder can block you if we're talking in person, you know?
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That makes three Striders. Four, if you count that dman Auto-Responder. It would certainly be something if Brobot somehow found his way on the ship too. Jake wasn't sure if he could handle being trolled by all of them, since he was perfect victim to fall for those sort of things... and he was aware of that.
Anyhow, Davesprite seems to be the one who hasn't really messed with him yet since hes certain Dirk put on A.R purposely. Jake gives Davesprite a look. He's good in his book.
His attention draws back to Dirk after taken in all that information, and a smile replaces his stupid dumbfounded look he had as he was just stupidly listening.
An actual invitation from actual Dirk. Very nice. He makes it known it's something to look forward to, allowing himself to shift over to Dirk's side and give him a playful punch on the bicep. ]
Brilliant! I'm sure we both have our exchange of words; things we need to get off of our chests and all of that to converse about. Since you happen to be the busy one here, perhaps you can set up a time for us to meet.
[ Yeah. You do all the work, Dirk. He just assumes you're a busy man here since you were back at home.
Jake rolls on his heels, still smiling faintly as he looks at Dave and Davesprite. He's going to ignore his filter and be honest here again. ]
And as unsettling as you two seem to make me, I both consider you to be fine gents and we should also have our share of communication aboard this voyage if it isn't too much to ask. I wouldn't mind having counterparts.
I do appreciate all of this chit chatting, though. It has been rather informative and helpful.
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/just nods at Jake ] Sure.
I guess we got this stuff all sorted out, so I don't know if you guys are gonna hang out or whatever, but it's time for me to peace out. Later.