[log] open mouth, insert weird orange sprite tail [closed]

[mrcreamsicles]

Characters: Davesprite and Sora
Location House 58
Date: 164, after lockdown
Summary: Davesprite gets his voice back and can finally talk to Sora! Then Sora gets to overhear Davesprite ruining everything with the Bucky fiasco.
Warnings: Nothing planned, will update if need arises.

HOUSE 58: A simple single-story building, the snow weighs uneasily on it, and it creaks and groans under the strain at the best of times. It's very dark, and only the kitchen and living room are intact. The kitchen has a back door. Two snowmen have been built outside. A message has been written on the wall in blue ink: "Don't wreck the snowmen! That's super mean!" "ALPHONSE ELRIC, MAMI TOMOE, FREYA CRESCENT, GREED, EDWARD ELRIC, STEPHANIE BROWN, DAY FORTY ONE, TRAVELLING EAST." has been carved into one of the walls. The following has been written on the wall in blue pen: "This is Building 95 97 on the composite map. Contact @CaptSteveRogers for details." Underneath this is a fairly accurate map showing the house in relation to the school and buildings 29, 35, 35, 37, 40, 41, 47, 48, 50, 53. House 34 is labeled "Medical assistance; hot, clean water. Contact Dr. Epps @claytonator". The school is labeled "School. Food available in cafeteria; DO NOT STAY HERE OVERNIGHT." The shed is labeled "Shed".

Comments

[mrcreamsicles]

Hold the fucking phone, are you talking about the Mickey Mouse? Giant round-eared motherfucker, long skinny tale? Don't tell me the duck and the dog are Donald and Goofy.

[seekthelight]

[Hold up!]

You know the King? And Donald and Goofy?? Wait, which world are you from? Maybe I've been there before!

[mrcreamsicles]

No, I'm pretty sure you haven't, unless you've ever dropped in on Earth before the meteors or somehow showed up in one of our lands. Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck, Goofy—they're cartoon characters where I'm from. Some old fart named Walt Disney drew them in this stuff that's got nothing to do with what you're telling me.

[He holds up his hands and adds on.]

Which is not me trying to say your life isn't real. There's other people here too who have fictional stuff about them or characters with their names, but that doesn't mean their lives didn't happen, you know?

[A beat.]

Just want to make that clear.

[seekthelight]

[While Sora has met and talked to a lot of people from different worlds, none of them have told him anything like this. No one has ever made mention of the people he knows being fictional characters where they're from and Sora's really not sure how to wrap his brain around that.]

So they aren't real where you're from?

[That's...really strange.]

No, no I know. You're just the first person I've met that...who's world isn't...What else in your world was fictional that's real here?

[Yeah he's just really curious now.]

[mrcreamsicles]

[His eyebrows lift. He wants to know?]

Batman, the Joker, the entire city of Gotham. Superheroes as a general concept. You remember Watson? Him too.

[Should he list magical girls? ... Nah, because he's not going to tell Homura's story for her, and Rose kinda-sorta counts in that she was girl who used magic.]

[seekthelight]

[Of course he does! This is fascinating to him!]

So are superheroes just like cartoons where you're from too? And Watson? Really?

[This was both a lot to take in and super cool to think about.]

[mrcreamsicles]

Yep, really. I mean, my friends and I got these powers from playing the game, but aren't like superheroes with the capes and crime fighting and everything.

[Pause.]

Maybe capes? I dunno what Rose and Dave's god tier duds look like. Point is, we're different, and if not for the game we would've kept on being normal humans without powers at all.

Watson's from some old ass detective series with this dude called Sherlock Holmes. I never read it, though. Not my style.

[seekthelight]

That sounds a little like how it was when we went into TRON's world. I had all my normal abilities but I could do other stuff too! And I got these really cool clothes that have glow-y parts all over them.

[It was an interesting place.]

That game sounds really interesting. I wonder how it's able to do all that stuff--give you powers, pull you in. Was there something controlling it?

[Detective series. Now that was cool.]

Really? Does he know that?

[mrcreamsicles]

You're tellin' me some dorky movie from the '80s is real, too, and you visited it?

[He gives straight the fuck up, yo. It takes him a moment rubbing the bridge of his nose and adjusting the set of his shades before he musters his attention to answer again.]

I could sit here all night telling you a million little details about Sburb and our session and about individual amphibians who blew bubbles or nakked at me over the past three years, but if you're really asking me what controlled all this heaping pile of nonsense, you're gonna be waiting a long time. Paradox space, temporal predestination, I don't fuckin' know. And I'm the one who lived it.

I'm pretty sure Watson's got the base idea, but you'd do better asking him than me about that.

[seekthelight]

Wait--TRON's world is a movie? For you I mean? That's so cool! And yes, Donald, Goofy and I went into the computer system in Radiant Garden to help get all the systems back online!

[That's probably for the best, Davesprite. At least he hasn't mentioned all of the other Disney movies he's wandered around in.]

That's fair, I guess. I mean, it sounds...it's a lot to try and wrap my head around just listening to you explain it. I can't imagine living it.

[What a life you lead, Davesprite.]

I might, though I don't want to upset anyone either...

[mrcreamsicles]

[Davesprite mutters something about wacky AU crossover fics and shakes his head. If Rose ever shows up he has to tell her about this.]

I think we already covered pretty thoroughly that both our lives are batshit.

Watson's a grown man; he can tell you if he wants you to step off.

[seekthelight]

[It's probably a good thing Sora doesn't catch what he's muttering or else he'd question him about what AU crossover fics were.]

Good point.

...True. I may ask him then if I ever get the chance. I've met book characters before--well, I went into a book but I never met anyone like Watson specifically. I mean, Pooh is..Pooh. He's not really comparable!

[Yep. There's that for you, Davesprite.]

[mrcreamsicles]

[Davesprite goes silent at the fuckin' grave, because really now, Sora? Seriously? You're telling him the goddamn Pooh Bear is alive and real? Little fat honey sucker goin' round the Hundred Acre Woods out in his own world somewhere? That yellow fuck?]

[Fabric shifts and rustles as Davesprite rises up off the couch. He set his backpack down somewhere; he's going to go grab it.]

This conversation's ending right here because my poor brain can't take it anymore. I'm going to bed.

[seekthelight]

[Sora blinks and shifts away from the couch as Davesprite gets up, thoroughly confused as to what he said that hurt the other's brain.]

Oh--alright. Sorry?

[HE DIDN'T MEAN TO, DAVESPRITE.]

...You feeling better at least? Aside form the whole, um, brain hurting thing?

[mrcreamsicles]

Just do me a favor and don't tell me who else is real where you're from unless it's of some serious, downright dire importance. I'm talking our survival depends on it level of grave, you get me?

I've got something else to think about now, I'll say that much.

[Where was the stupid thing—there. He picks it up, checks the contents that it's his, then turns back toward Sora.]

Where do you want to sleep? I can't take a chair with these wings, but I can take the floor if you want the couch.

[seekthelight]

Got it.

[Okay so he'd definitely overdone it a bit with the information about his world. He'd apologize again in the morning.

For now--]

You take the couch. I'll be alright on the floor. I have enough stuff in my bag to make it comfortable.

[That's what he generally does anyway.]

[mrcreamsicles]

[Davesprite frowns, hard to tell in the darkness.]

Wh—No, dude. I offered to take the floor first; I'm not making you take it. I'm the one who's got the big giant tail I can curl up with. Couches were made for you. You've got legs that will fit on the cushions and everything. Me, I'd be half-hanging off, looking like something off a quote-unquote "hilarious" internet meme site of people's pets captioned with tired lulz. Longbird is long, queue up the lmaos and roflcopters like tired, old clockwork. The springs are protesting the second hand sticks every now and then so you gotta adjust for lost minutes, but it keeps on going because these people need their shitty laughs. It's like that, Sora.

[He drops the backpack again with a small, soft thump, like it somehow makes his point any clearer.]

[seekthelight]

[Sora blinks and stares at the other's form in the darkness, starting to frown some but he has a feeling this is just going to be a never-ending argument.]

...Alright, alright. If you're sure...

[He doesn't like it, because he'd much rather make sure the other was comfortable over himself, but he doesn't want to fight either.]

[mrcreamsicles]

[Davesprite's nothing if not stubborn when he wants to be, and beyond that, fond of baffling monologues about nothing remotely important. Sora makes the smart decision in cutting it off here.]

I'm sure.

[It won't be the most comfortable, but he'll live. He checks he has room, then settles down to the floor and starts sorting through his things. There's a stuffed dog he pulls from his backpack, and he unbelts the curtain from his tail to use as more of a blanket. With his tail looped up around his perimeter and the stuffed dog for a pillow, he can drape the curtain over his back, so long as he keeps his wings folded close. It's as solid a solution as he can draft, and it's how he's slept other nights when he had nowhere better to curl up.]