Tails: instant gratification ahoy.

[splinterself]

[Dirk had decided to be productive. Ish. (Productiveish? That ain't even something tha-...and that led to a chain of thought he decided to not climb down for the time being. His responder had better not be letting him down, though.)

In a way he had gotten the idea from Faris. If the pirate use could magic from crystals (he wasn't sure he wanted to know) and the game they were in had no problems, then there was no reason why he couldn't use puppetkind or fncysntakind. It wasn't like he had forgotten how to use either of them. No reason at all.

Well, except for not having any puppets or fancy Santas to weaponize.

He had obtained the materials through a long and arduous process which - frankly speaking - didn't really matter. It was pretty boring, as was him finding a quieter part of Mac Anu and starting work, so we'll skip to the interesting part: Dirk had gotten a little bit sidetracked and was putting the finishing touch on a plush which was disconcertedly well done considering what he had to work with. (It was pretty sad, seriously. It felt like he was trying to build a robot and only had a chisel and a rock to work with.) In his defense, the idea was fucking amusing and he was going to roll with it for now, and as he turned it over in his hands to make sure he didn't miss a spot he had to admit...it ain't his best work, but it ain't the worst he's done either.

Enter someone else. You? Why not. If he knows you, assume that if he sees you he'll give you a nod of recognition, a sort of silent broed sup. If he's related to you or you're somebody from back home, he'd give you a hey, a greeting with your name. There may be a slight amused smirk accompanying the above. Your call.]

Comments

[hoperaider]

Would it help if I just listened a little? You can always pretend I'm not here and that you're just talking aloud.

[That hand is not moving, just a fyi.]

[splinterself]

[Very neutral. Chilling there, eyes closed beneath his shades, just chillaxing. Alright? No big deal.]

You really want to know that damn badly?

[hoperaider]

Um, yes?

[Duh? Otherwise he wouldn't be asking, Dirk, jeeeeeez!]

[splinterself]

...I've been sleeping normally here. [Does he have to connect the dots for Jake or can he handle it? He'll be connecting the dots shortly.]

[hoperaider]

...That's...good, right? [Slow-baked class in some respects.]

[splinterself]

[Some?] ...my dreamself's missing.

[hoperaider]

[Well, his subconscious isn't necessarily slow, is it?

And now he gets it.]

I suppose that makes sense, all things considered, but.... [Jake thinks about this for a moment.] That leaves the conundrum of whether or not time is at a standstill because we left. I think the only way we can tell for certain is if they find their way here or we somehow go back and forth?

[This whole thing is weird.]

[splinterself]

[Details.] Maybe you're right or maybe it portends something more ominous. I don't rightfully know. But, whatever the case may be, this is the first time in years that I haven't had to juggle myself and my dreamself.

[hoperaider]

You could think of it as a break from it? It's difficult to not worry about Jane and Roxy, but I'm sure they can handle whatever hardships they come across. They're strong women!

[splinterself]

[There's no good way of saying, "Yeah, but I seriously fucked up and I'm not sure if Derse shanked me/everyone I know (they already shanked you once) or not."]

Fuck, I don't know. It doesn't matter, really, not at least here. Unless I can figure out a way to send out a message or get back there's nothing I can do about anything.

[hoperaider]

No, I don't think we can do anything about any problems back home from here. Worrying about it might do us more harm than good, though. I guess we'll just have to hope that everything is just as we left it or...something.

[Getting sick out of worry doesn't sound good, Dirk. :c]

[splinterself]

Yeah. Man, I still wonder if I've got an apartment waiting for me. The batterwitch was sending her drones after me when I ended up here. Hey, Jake. [And at this point he opens his eyes (the effect being lost because of the shades, but the point remains) and turns his head towards him.] If they destroyed everything I can crash on your couch, right?

[hoperaider]

[Jake can't help chuckling and pats his knee.]

Of course! Even if it wasn't, I'd let you crash at my place.

[splinterself]

Cool. [Dirk looks away again and oh god he's comfortable. If he were a cat or a dog this would be the point in which he'd stretch out, wag his tail, maybe stick his head in the nearest lap and gaze up adoringly while waiting for tummy scratche-

Okay, no. Fuck no. He wouldn't. But point being this is fucking comfortable. And he does feel a little bit better. Dammit, Jake. Dirk probably should say thanks or something, but he's just going to enjoy feeling fucking comfortable. Just chilling, basking in the weather, starting to totally relax. Not much more they have to worry about right this second.

...

Ever so slightly streeeetch. And settle.]

And hey, maybe after all of this is over we should see about living in the same god damn year.

[hoperaider]

[Jake's just enjoying the relative calm. It's weird not having to be on the lookout for various fauna trying to kill you. And a certain robot.

He grins at that.]

That would be a novelty! Perhaps we should aim for Jane's neighborhood so that we're all in the same general area?

[splinterself]

That's the idea, English. Either that or set up transmateralizers so she can visit us on your Murder Island.

[hoperaider]

[He snorts, but he really can't contend with the name of his island.]

I can't figure out the confounded machinery. With my luck, she'd be sent to the antarctic instead!

[Jake shakes his head and gives Chris Hemsworth a thoughtful look.]

How hard would it be for you to make little sunglasses for Chris?

[splinterself]

...Chris? [This? This rates him pulling down his shades to sort of stare at Jake (what did you name the Tinkerbull, English?) before pushing them back up and...]

Not very. [And he, if a bit reluctantly, sits up properly. He was comfortable, dammit.] Shouldn't be a problem.

[hoperaider]

Chris Hemsworth, of course! [He grins at him. Jake totally named their baby after Thor, okay.]

I thought perhaps that it would be "cool" for him to have sunglasses like your own.

[splinterself]

[. . .

He totally has his icon for an expression, doesn't he? It's the "My grandma is so smart. These fruit are funny. My head hurts." smile, isn't it?

...actually, don't answer that.]

Alright. Sure, why not, every guy needs his own pair of sweet shades. [By the way, a thought has occurred to him.]

I thought the icon was appropriate.

[hoperaider]

[That is...better left unsaid.]

Naturally! [Oh God what thought.]

Yeah, it kind of is, actually.

[splinterself]

[And, unless he's being stopped by Jake he's going to (reluctantly) get up and ask,]

You coming? Might as well get looking for materials over with.

[hoperaider]

[Nope, he's not getting stopped. Jake will get up and follow him like a puppy!]

Sure. [Psh, they can always find another quiet perch.] What is it that you need?

[splinterself]

I don't know yet. Normally I'd look for plastic, but where the hell would you find plastic here? [It's like...hey look, they're in Steampunktopia. Gears and shit everywhere.]

[hoperaider]

I'd suggest something like fiber glass, but that might not be well suited for something like this. What about black fabric?