One Cupcake

[stubbornskeptic]

[Jane tiptoes around the gate, eyeing it like it’s about to jump out and attack her. With all her ties to her various allies (and potential murderers) cut, she’s feeling a little off-kilter. Whether this is the thing that brought her here or the thing that will get her out, she doesn’t feel like jumping into it will have any bearing on her tight-assery. After all, it’d be just ludicrous to jump headfirst into it when she doesn't know what it does.

Unless her dad’s in there.

Oh shit, what if her dad’s in there?!

Jane grips her cheeks (the ones on her face, geez!), groaning a little. Whatever is she meant to do now?]

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[cawcawmthrfckrs]

[Mmmmmmmmmm he's going to order a caramel latte and...pancakes, why the fuck not.

Topic, topic, topic. Shit, it's still weird that there's other people to talk to besides consorts, John, and Jade.]

[stubbornskeptic]

So...your version of Dirk was a mastermind of sorts as well?

[She's...a little curious on the effectiveness of his plans, though she's never seen him exactly fail, yet.]

[cawcawmthrfckrs]

Sorta. I mean, he had a smuppet enterprise, and if he hadn't started trainin' me in usin' swords and the way of the flashstep, I doubt I would have been as prepared in Sburb as I was. Dunno if I'd call him a mastermind.

[stubbornskeptic]

Hm. He just...talks about all these plans and things he has going all the time. I can't tell how much if it is bluster, with all the irony in the way all the time.

[cawcawmthrfckrs]

Considerin' he's a Strider? You probably won't ever know.

[And now they have their drinks, at least.]

[stubbornskeptic]

[Jane sighs.]

I guess I should take him up on those irony lessons. Might make it easier to follow his train of thought, at least.

[cawcawmthrfckrs]

Good thing you've got about three Striders to teach you the ins and outs.

[stubbornskeptic]

Hehe, oh no, that just sounds like an infestation when you put it like that!