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.]

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[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?

[splinterself]

That'll work. [Replacing Jake's glasses with prescription shades while Jake's sleeping (and hiding the actual glasses somewhere) can wait until later, anyway. He's going to start heading in the direction of where he got the rest of the fabric.]

[hoperaider]

[What.

Jake follows along not unlike that of a dog.]

Sorry I interrupted your rest, by the way.

[splinterself]

[What?

Cool. They're walking together.]

What the hell are you talking about, English?

[hoperaider]

[Really, Dirk. You'd take a guy's glasses like that.]

When you were lying down earlier, you looked rather comfortable. Then I went and ran my mouth about the whole sunglasses thing.

[splinterself]

[And replace them with a pair of sweet shades.]

Yeah. And?

[hoperaider]

[This does not help a guy who is nearsighted and isn't sensitive to light. He does not need shades, he is cool enough with his regular specs!]

I apologize for interrupting it.

[splinterself]

[They can be prescription shades. And he should be more open to new experiences.]

You dork. It's fine.

[hoperaider]

[He will keep them, and the only time he'll wear them is if Dirk decides to take them on another Fire element dungeon like he did with Rose.]

Are you sure?

[splinterself]

[And now he's going to stop and give Jake a Look. Capital L intended.]

Alright. No, I'm not sure. What are you going to do now? [He's still okay with it, FYI.]

[hoperaider]

[He laughs.]

How about we snoop about for a place that sells ice cream after we get the fabric? My treat!

[splinterself]

Cool. You got yourself a deal, English. [And resuming the search for cloth.]