dave strider (
oculusriffs) wrote2018-04-28 11:13 am
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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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[he plops down at the edge of the pile, absently munching on a piece of toast. hopefully he isn't getting crumbs anywhere important. aren't you glad to have an au bro who can help out?]
What're you doing? [it's not puppets strewn in the hallway, like what he'd expect out of Bro. it's caught his interest.]
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I'm trying to fix the replicators to make food at least somewhat less like garbage.
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[but that's caught his interest even further, and he reaches down to nudge at a random scrap closest to him.]
Shit, really? Are you having any luck figuring it out?
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I think I'm making a decent start. Doubt I'll be able to make it amazing, but maybe 'not quite as bad' is on the table.
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[Dave pats at his person for a minute, then stops without actually ever getting to whatever it was he was planning on doing, or even saying.]
[because he just looked up at Dirk proper, and noticed that there is something tattooed on his shoulder. something very jpg. and Dave's train of thought has gone careening off the rails.]
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What's up?
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Oh.]
It's, uh. A tattoo.
1/youre just gonna get a whole slew of reactions
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[??????]
[the man literally turned his arm into a permanent shitty MSPaint file for what he assumes was the sake of accuracy.]
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[it is the most stupid and also beautifully ironic thing he's ever seen.]
[he has so many questions. most of them include the word "what."]
Holy shit, dude, how did you — what —
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[and then he just keeps laughing, muffled.]
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A small smile cracks his expression.]
Thanks, I did it myself.
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It looks like you went over it with the flipside of Unreal Air. [he doesn't think Dirk would even get that reference, but it's the closest real life approximation he can think of on the fly. get it, because it flew away.]
How the hell did you even do that?
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[Absolutely reference gotten. Dave is opening himself to a whole world of nerdy reference-getting here.]
You—the you in my universe—developed technology to make some shitty jpeg artefacts. I took that tech and applied it to my tattoo needle when making this. It was pretty easy once I figured out how to combine the two things, and let's be honest: combining random things that shouldn't be combined is the basic premise of our universe's technological advances.
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[it isn't incredulous or anything — and while he still sounds fairly amused, it's easily overshadowed by a tentative, but still very genuine, curiosity. Dave would really like to hear about his alternate self. he also knows that the natural course that conversation would take would likely lead to his own Bro.]
[and that invites a new fear, alongside the usual ones he has when he thinks about it. Dave is afraid that broaching the topic would mess up how well the two of them have been getting along. but his question is already out there; all he can do is roll with it, and panic appropriately if it comes up.]
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[He looks at Dave, cautiously. Slowly, he asks,]
I can tell you about it, if you want.
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You sure I'm not interrupting?
[Dave can't stop himself from trying to dance around it anyway. but it isn't an outright rejection like it was earlier, either, so it's something.]
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Reading minds is hard.]
Yeah, it's no big deal. It's kind of nice to have someone to talk to while I work.
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[he settles himself down, then, fixing his gaze on the scraps of replicator on the floor, hoping he's hiding his tension. Dave's also desperately hoping he isn't making a mistake by agreeing.]
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Specifically talking about the shitty skateboard, my bro had a lot of junk like that that manufactured over the years. He patented the technology for producing three dimensional jpeg artefacts, to make products shittier than was ever previously imaginable. He made a killing off them.
Not because anyone bought this garbage, obviously. But because they were so cheap to manufacture, their cost was actually negative, therefore miraculously netting him profit for every unit produced. He made so much money this way, he had enough to finance manned space missions to haul all of the hideous unwanted jpeg shit off the Earth, and launch it into the sun. But years thereafter, every now and then someone would report a stray shitty skateboard slowly drifting back into Earth's atmosphere.
People would pray they would burn up on reentry.
But they never did.
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Man, I ran into the same damn thing in our session. I made a camera that gave me like a thousand grist instead of costing anything.
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Dude, I'd love to see that. That'd be hilarious.
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