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[oculusriffs]

TG: this is going to be fucking stupid isnt it


[want to get in touch with Dave? you can leave a TEXT, VOICE, or VIDEO message — or alternatively, he shouldn't be too hard to track down in person. it's a hunk of junk space house. in space. he's around here somewhere.]

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[oculusriffs]

[here, Dave will complete that thought for him:]

What the fuck.

[what the fuck, Catherine!! can't two dudes enjoying a space date and learning the ropes on doing right by each other share a nice moment without the station fucking itself up or turning itself sideways!]

[no?]

[Dave's got half a mind to reach over in the pitch dark, awkwardly take hold of Ryuji's face to make sure his aim is true and plant one on him anyway. and maybe he starts to, judging by the way he shifts to his side and just lies there for a moment, his forehead pressed against Ryuji's.]

[but he can feel that familiar measure of cheesed off at the station for trying to fuck up everything again rising in his chest, and raging hormones or not, anger is not an emotion that's invited to their first kiss soiree. Dave cares way too much about Ryuji to have that attached to something they've been building toward for two and a half months, and he doesn't really get the concept of blackrom fury snogging to begin with, so he wants to at least try for the good vibes, here.]

[Dave pulls back and sits up, the back of his head still tingling from Ryuji's touch, the heat of the moment giving way to why he's feeling angry about the whole blackout to begin with. it isn't just because the space station's third wheeled the hell out of them.]

Wait. Is that just the lights, or is everything off? [like. the air filtration. is Cecilia trying to murder them again?]

[ryuji]

[There was one time, in the 6th grade, where he intentionally tripped Ikari Tsumemasa down the stairs for calling him stupid in class. That has to be it, right? That's exactly why he's stuck in the dark, hormones waging a civil war in his body, eyeballing a direction he can't see as much as feel the lack of Dave nearby. Maybe if he could go back in time...

no, he probably would've done the same exact thing. Yeah, that's about right. He closes his eyes, because what's the difference at this point, as his fists ball up into an annoyed gesture.]

This both sucks, and blows, at the exact same time.

[He's maaaiinly talking about the smooching that didn't happen, but he collects himself enough to recognize that there's something Going On that probably requires more attention than the equally inappropriate sort of stirring going on downstairs as half of his body is off in the conditional land of What If I Macked My Boyfriend?, and god, Ryuji Sakamoto continues to be an embarrassing human being.

So he sits up, tries not to think about that- and just. Sighs. What else is he supposed to do?]

Uh. I mean, I hope not? If it's life support that's down, then we're all kinda screwed. [And then the gravitas of that crosses him, and yep, that does it. Shot dead in the water, where he deserves to be, honestly. Ryuji summons his mask straight onto his face just for the flickering of blue flame that accompanies it, and tries to get a better sense of what's going on. It doesn't last nearly enough, so his next best idea is his communicator.]

...Think you can get up to the light fixture and take the bulb out? I can probably charge it up like a lightscimitar. [George Lucas, suck it.]

I don't know shit about wiring but I got a few good hunches about electricity.

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[let's be real here, they're both teenage boys pretty much up to their noses in hormones and a magnetic draw to each other, and if this were any other blackout in any other hypothetical setting, then the lights suddenly shutting off at the most inopportune second probably would have been just a footnote, not a blue balling.]

[it's something that'll definitely continue to stoke the flames of his own frustration pretty badly, too — especially later, when he looks back on that moment.]

Yeah, probably — wait, what. Lightscimitar. [Dave, now is not the time to be worrying about copyright infringement!]

[.......]

Did you see where the lights were? Actually — never mind. I'll just feel around until I find 'em.

[has Dave ever even flown in front of Ryuji before? he's not really all that inclined to use it until he has to. he pushes himself to his feet, then just kicks right off the ground. it's too dark to see exactly where he's going, but the direction he went in? it definitely isn't one you can go just by walking.]

[and then, from somewhere near the ceiling:] It'd take a while to notice if something other than the lights was off, right?

[they aren't going to immediately run out of air, he means.]

[ryuji]

[Oh, did he hit yet another one of those weird multi-dimensional differences between worlds? He might be fucking with Dave at this point, since he's decently friendly with Ezra, and actually knows about lightsabers. But hm, it just felt so much more natural to go with the copyright free version of it.

Ryuji doesn't have time to follow through with their usual game of Question. Repeat Question. Repeat repeated question. He was about to offer Dave a leg up towards the ceiling, which would've gone equally fucking horrible, when he catches a truly horrific moment of light bouncing from his smartwatch just in time to see a hot pair of legs start floating upward? Thay're floating upward.

Jesus Christ.

Add Arachnoman kisses to the long list of furiously annoying ideas that he wants to accomplish one day. Wait, wrong genre--- and, actually, as a matter of fact.]

E-eh? I don't remember Lois Lane doin' that in the comics!

[He flashes the small amount of light upwards.

If he had a cape, he'd pull on that shit. Just because he could.]

No clue, dude. But I think we'd have a little bit of time before we all suffocate. I mean, you're pretty good at leavin' me breathless and all, but that's a little effin' extreme. [R...yuji...]

Either way, once we get a light source we'll be in good shape for now. You okay up there? Find anything yet?

[oculusriffs]

What? How'd you miss that issue? It's the one where she eats an entire block of Kryptonite and flies into the sun like a piece of garbage.

[Dave ..... shut up. Ryuji should suggest that Spider-Man scenario, though. put that idea in Dave's head. he just might like it enough to indulge it. but there's a bit of clunking around on the ceiling as he finds a light source and attempts to dislodge the tube lighting from its casing.]

[because they're just going to have to have a literal lightsaber here. he pulls away from the ceiling and floats down slightly — and holds the tubular bulb down to Ryuji, still casually floating a few feet above. as he does.]

Well, try not to drown just yet, then. Far as I'm concerned, there's pictures still taped to the window, so this is still a date.

[he's being nonchalant about it, but ... honestly, if the life support systems are off, and they're inching toward oblivion (again)? then there isn't really anywhere he'd rather be than right here.]

[ryuji]

[Well that sounds like buuuulllshit, but Ryuji doesn't know western comics enough to call Dave out on that. The last thing he wants to do is challenge Lois Lane's mettle in the middle of a blackout, where anything could happen.

Still, it's really fucking weird to just see him casually fly down from the ceiling and come back into view from the small amount of light he can give off in his watch's screen. There's a lightscimitar in his hands, now, though... and it takes him a moment to figure out how to actually channel his magic without blowing the entire thing up.

And in the meantime, thanks, lack of concentration- it strikes him.]

Wait, so when the gravity went to hell, you mean to tell me you could just, like. [Goddamnit.] Completely handle it. I mean. Aside from the paralysis and then you becomin' my sporty as shit backpack.

[He gives the bulb a good flick downward as electricity flows from his hand straight into it. His persona appears for nearly half a second behind him, and only a small amount of light trailing behind it from the newly acquired flashlight gives the eerie sort of sense that it was even there. Spoopy.]

Wooooong.... bzzzshewww... wuuuun. [You know what he's doing with this situation here.]

[oculusriffs]

Oh my god.

[why is Dave so desperate to make out with this guy again??? it sure is a mystery.]

[but he settles into his usual relaxed floating god position, when it actually occurs to him to be a relaxed floating god to begin with: legs crossed, elbow on one knee as he props his head up in his hand, cheek appropriately smushed— though he never seems to notice the outrageously squishy cheeks thing he has going on. and he’ll just. float there at eye level, then, watching Ryuji realize his inner Jedi.]

[his sound effect form could use some work.]

But, yeah. Aside from you, uh. Rescuin’ me that day, I was pretty much just flying around shoving stuck people out of whatever corner they got themselves jammed in.

[and laughing at them. but Dave leaves out that detail.]

[ryuji]

[Wow, this is a whole lot of zen coming from Dave, and he's mildly impressed at how he's really nailing that Yoda master thing down. Even more apt, considering Ryuji's going at it with a fluorescent light stick, but what can you do? Aside from the free arm tugging downward at the bottom of his shirt to see if his body comes down with it. He's highly interested in knowing whether or not his boyfriend can double as a basketball.

It's a really good question. Why would anyone be desperate to make out with him?]

See, that's one of the like, the bajillion things I like about you. Can't sit still while people are getting stuck in the corner like it's a really bad Unreal engine game.

[Or, the actual answer, that he has that innate need to help people when they're in need.

Sounds like the station is in some desperate need, too, and as much as he'd really, really... really want to just continue this date like the lights going out doesn't even matter at all, he figures they can't just Trek Wars train about in the observation deck. Which sucks, but what can you do, really?]

Guess we'll have to take a rain check on the kissin' thing. [Ryuji, don't mention it by NAME.] And maybe the date thing too. I'm thinkin' this place needs a jump start and I dunno anyone else who can pikaryu the shit out of things around here.

[And again he finds himself in a position of "just five more minutes would've been nice," which seems like a constant thing in the cosmic basketball game that is Ryuji getting clockblocked at every good opportune moment to have a moment of peace with Dave.]

[oculusriffs]

[pchooooo — there go all his hopes and dreams, deflating him like a balloon when the whole thing gets called off. which .... yeah, that’s still pretty apt, especially so as he straightens, feet finally settling on the floor. he’s a deflated Dave balloon that’s no longer floating.]

[it’s not anybody’s fault; it’s not like paying for the space utilities is in either of their realms of control. hell, it’ll most likely be funny as fuck later on, when they make it to round two or three or whatever dates they have that don’t end up in blackouts. and Dave’s not mad, either, just. deflated — it had been nice, even with the whole cow pie brouhaha. and he also has his nakodile brain that’s still nakking aggressively at him about why didn’t you just kiss him when you had the chance you dingus!! now that the nakodile brain knows the snogging’s officially been canceled.]

Yeah. All right. [he bites his lip, before settling his features down into the usual flat expression.]

What’re you gonna do exactly?

[ryuji]

[He doesn't really take it as mad either, but sort of disappointed? Literally grounded in the wake of everything getting pushed off to the side for a bit, and Ryuji has a hard time just letting things be. Even worse when there's that gut feeling in his stomach that he should try to make things a little better than they actually are. He used to get that same pang every time serious shit went down in his group of friends, and hung onto joking to lighten the mood.

Uh, well, he's out of jokes once he made his own trademark lightscimitar jokes, and honestly? He has no fucking clue where to begin with the electricity out, and it's equally hard to think of something when Dave's biting his lip like that? Like, what the fuck, his hormones are already staging a coup d'etat on him, complete with pointy sticks and effigies of Ryuji's modesty burning in protest. Hrm.]

Shit. Well. Kinda hard to know at this point. But I'm guessin' whatever's goin' on has to have something to do with the control room. So maybe start lookin' there.

[But first, he's going to wrap an arm around Dave's shoulder and resolve the deflated balloon in the air. Steadied by that, he'll turn his flashlight off for a second and just. Aim to plant a kiss on his cheek anyway.

Which, thank god for the lack of light so that he can't see that bright red face, but Ryuji's quick to let go afterward and step to the side to try and fade into the darkness, mysterious like and all.]

That is, if you can find me.

[oculusriffs]

What — [yeah, he got one of them squishy cheeks all right. but it's more like a quick kiss to Dave's cheekbone, since he was in he middle of turning his head to look in Ryuji's general direction. luckily, the shades are still on the top of his head, otherwise Ryuji would be smooching a pair of accessories right now.]

[............]

[okay, yeah, he'll definitely take it?? but it's a double-edged sword, a blade that both gave Dave what he wanted and just riled him up even more, especially when Ryuji backs off, leaving him standing there alone with nothing but his hormones and a scorched face.]

It won't be that tough to find you, you've got like only one volume setting. [he even sputters a little when he says it, the same way he did that one time Ryuji electro-mussed with his hair.]

And I'm gonna. Right after I fumble my way in the dark and dunk myself in the pool.

[which is to say ... congrats, dude, for making Dave have to go and take a cold shower.]

[ryuji]

[Dave's not WRONG about that, but it doesn't sit well with Ryuji, who bites back at him, providing a good idea of his location from his voice. Which... also defeats the purpose of the entire batman in the dark theme he has going for him.]

Oh, dude. It's gonna be all hells sort of tough to find me. I'm gonna vanish like a thief in the night.

[Okay, so he's not exactly that miffed about the entire thing, and the pool comment bounces on his head as it flies past him- because his instinct here is to...]

If you drown, I'm gonna kill you when you come back to li-





Oh.

[Heh.

Nice.

Ryuji feels pretty damn accomplished with that! And he'll start heading toward the doorway, turning his flashlight back on so that he doesn't whiff right into it face first. So much for his stealth roll. If the station's going to fuck up his date, though, he's determined enough to figure out a way to fix this shit. It was a pretty damn good date, all things considered.]