ic contact for reverienet

[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.]

Comments

[oculusriffs]

I'll have to see what I can cook up, then.

[and he falls into a silence there for a little while, watching Dirk work, weighing his curiosity against what he'd been thinking was his better judgment.]

[it's curiosity that winds up winning.]

What other stuff did he do?

[splinten]

[He glances over at Dave.]

I could tell you about his movies, if you wanted. The Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff franchise.

[oculusriffs]

... His movies.

[that would be a yes, there, Dirk.]

[splinten]

The ones that my tattoo is based on. [Evidently, Dave recognized it. Before he goes forward, he asks, curious,] Did you make movies?

[oculusriffs]

No. I mean, I made Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff, but it was just a webcomic I drew whenever I had five minutes.

[which sort of puts the differences between the two of them in perspective. he can't imagine that any version of himself would put too much effort into anything SBaHJ on principle, but movies still sound like a lot more effort than dicking around with MSPaint when you're bored. it sounds like Dirk's bro racked up all sorts of absolutely ridiculous accomplishments, while he's. well, he's just Dave.]

[splinten]

A webcomic drafted up in five minutes sounds like the purest form of SBAHJ imaginable.

[Dave sees it as not as amazing; Dirk thinks it's perfect. He sounds like he wants to see them, in fact.]

[oculusriffs]

[... hm. Dave thinks on that for a minute, then pauses to pat at his person again, like he was before he got hit with a very silly distaction. he pulls out a package of half-eaten Twizzlers. he also pulls out his most coveted item on this very dull space station: a pen he'd managed to pilfer from one of the empty rooms in the quarters.]

Lemme see your arm. [he doesn't have any paper handy, and Dirk's already put Hella Jeff on there. may as well offer to make it a whole comic.]

[splinten]

[HOLY SHIT

Dirk instantly holds his arm out. It's at the speed of a fangirl who just got the chance to have Tom Hiddleston sign her bosom. HE IS SO EXCITED.]

[oculusriffs]

[dave stridleston.]

[Dirk deserves to see the full artistic process here, which means Dave's just gonna draw literally the first thing that pops into his head. and his only inspiration at the moment is the pile of replicator guts strewn on the floor.]

[unfortunately, that means it's a comic about Sweet Bro hooking himself up with some sick potrified pizza from a replicator that's literally shaped like a rear end. you get where this is going.]

[he adds Geromy for good measure, on the other side of Dirk's arm, safe from the other nonsense he just got done drawing. because Dave loves Geromy, and Geromy doesn't deserve this.]

[splinten]

[It doesn't take long for a smile to crack. About when the pizza is named. By the time the butt is being drawn, it's a grin. By the end of this, Dirk is laughing really, really hard.]

I am never washing this arm again, holy shit. Holy shit.

[An original, off-the-cuff, SBAHJ comic! On his arm! Right now! HE CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!]

[oculusriffs]

[maybe Dave shouldn't find the fact that Dirk loves it so much surprising, considering the guy has an actual SBaHJ tattoo — and yet, he still sort of is. it's kind of nice.]

Just let me know if you ever need a touch-up, then.

[he's meaning that as a joke, but. he also has a feeling that Dirk might really hold him to that.]

[splinten]

Will the touch up make it increasingly shitty?

[God he hopes so]

[oculusriffs]

Yeah, of course. Wouldn't be a proper comic touch-up if I didn't hold it to my usual rigorous standards.

[splinten]

Then I am absolutely down.