It...seemed like a good idea at the time.

[splinterself]

[So after getting the "Where is this, who are you, what is going on?" out of his system, Dirk Strider was purposefully and boldly exploring Mac Anu and was...kind of bemused by the fact that the city wasn't done up in purple and black.

...just saying.

He had ended up at the harbor and there he paused in his wan- purposeful exploring, as...you know what's incredibly distracting? Actually only having one self (at least for the time being) that he was aware of. Also the clothes. Also the fact that he still had no idea what the hell was going on, and, more importantly, what was happening with Roxy.

There was a certain irony in him spacing out just as badly as he did when he had multiple selves to juggle, one which was lost on the guy as he was spacing out, brooding.]

...

[Yeah, this was getting him nowhere. (And shit, the lack of purple really was throwing him off.) That was when he shook his head slightly, turned to the nearest person, and said:]

Hey.

[So verbose.]

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[splinterself]

God dammit. [Seriously, that? That's getting so old. He doesn't have relaxation problems. Really.

Dirk's going to pick up a staff, curiously, before putting it down again. It's not like he could wield it, anyway: even if he did he couldn't imagine being stuck fighting with it. God, it must suck being a Harvest Cleric.]

[hoperaider]

You opened yourself up for that counterstrike, my friend. [Liar.

Yes, well, that's why they're not clerics. Jake takes a glance through the bayonets, but they're...really...expensive. Yeah no. He goes to the scrolls instead, and he's kind of eying the Repth spell. He'll have to save up for that one.]

I suppose the only downside to this setting is the lack of films to watch. Well, other than the obvious we're not in Kansas anymore sort of deal.

Yeah, I suppose it is.

[splinterself]

It doesn't mean it doesn't get old. Rox gets on my case about it all the time.

[(Roxy where are you.) They're going to cycle back to the movies in a second.

And yeah. Can you imagine having to prance about wearing a dress? Exactly.]

Gut. B<

[hoperaider]

Fair enough. It will be my first and last attempt at calling you a spoilsport. Promise!

[Well, Jake probably wouldn't care about the choice of threads and Dirk would have enjoyed an eyeful.]

Dork.

[splinterself]

Fine. And I'll try [And fail.] to have some fun.

[. . .]

Takes one to know one.

[hoperaider]

Good! I'm sure Roxy would be proud!

We're stuck in an endless recursion of subject header jokes.

[splinterself]

Nah. Honestly, I think she'd be disappointed that she doesn't have that to harass me about anymore. It's kind of like me and dragging her back from the void all the damn time.

Yes, well, that's because we ROCK.

[hoperaider]

Then, she essentially drags you from the path of not having fun in your life, correct?

Do-...

[splinterself]

If you want to be philosophical about it, sure, why the hell not. I drag her ass from the void, she hauls me from the path of not having fun by making me be responsible. And while we're at it, I haul you from certain death - or at least my responder does, and Roxy hauls Jane from...sometimes I'm not sure what's up with those two. They're like a circus trainwreck with flaming elephants, and you and I are brofisting each other across town.

HAHAH!

[hoperaider]

[Jake chuckles at the simile.]

That's one way of looking at their relationship, I suppose! Then, what do I do for you and Jane for Roxy?

I'm disowning you.

[splinterself]

Ok. Jane grounds Roxy. Jane gives Roxy something to focus on that isn't our shitty future and a goal: protecting Jane from all the stuff that's gonna happen.

wow rued. Still your bro.

[hoperaider]

That makes sense, but you dodged what I do for you.

Uh huh.

[splinterself]

Well damn, and here I thought Jane was the gumshoe.

[hoperaider]

You can't pull the wool over my eyes with an obvious sidestep like that, my friend!

[splinterself]

So it seems. Nothing escapes you. Your mind is a god damn steel globe with everything important rolling inside.

[hoperaider]

Precisely, now spill so that I know to keep doing whatever it is that I'm doing!

[splinterself]

You're gonna keep on rolling until you find out, aren't you? [And then, he pauses. And then, with sufficient gravitas he asks,] Can you keep a secret, English?

[hoperaider]

[Jake has a sneaking suspicion that this is going to result in major trolling, but you know what he does?

He fucking goes with it.]

Of course I can keep a secret! I kept one from Jane about what you told me is going to happen in our future, didn't I?

[splinterself]

Cool. I can too.

[hoperaider]

[SIGH.]

Should have seen that one coming.

[splinterself]

At this juncture I just gotta say Jane would've seen it coming with her sharp skepticism and general disbelief.

[hoperaider]

And you never would have been able to deliver any of your usual punchlines.

[splinterself]

What, you doubt me? That's generous of you but I'd find a damn way to slip in a punchline, never fear.

[hoperaider]

Well, whatever. I doubt I'll change much in that regard. I wouldn't be me if I were too skeptical, right?

[splinterself]

...true. And that's wh- hold on. [Shit, is that a kumquat for sale? BRB buying it.



What. Dude never had one before. He's curious.]