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Damn right we got a t-rex, I paid for that in plastic. [OPEN]

WHO: Dave Strider and pretty much anyone willing to give him time of day.
WHERE: Invidia and Avarita
WHEN: Early days during the stand still.
WHAT: Dave unleashes bitterness through drawings onto unwitting strangers, gets rich and tries to blow it all on faberge eggs.
WARNINGS: Cussing.

DISTRICT VI: INVIDIA
[It should come as no surprise to anybody that Dave finds himself drawn to the district of internet cafes. After all, he may banned from the literal red-light district, but the internet has never had an enforced age limit where those things were concerned.

Not that he's about to jack off in an internet cafe anyway.

The accessible sites seem fairly limited. Mostly social media profiles and mostly people he doesn't really know. Luckily, social media is a boy's bread and butter in this day and age. It's been a long time since, sans the Eluvio network, Dave was able to access something truly resembling a modern day website. The first fifteen or so minutes are bliss, even if he doesn't find anyone particularly interesting. It's the spirit of it, more than anything.

However, just like the spirit of most social media based web-pages, what once was appreciation and interest in the lives of others has slowly become an obsessive, hateful feeling welling up from the darkest pits of Dave's inner-being.

It is challenging, at such a tender age, to be surrounded by people who are so undoubtedly more attractive, talented, skilled, romantically capable or just plain more interesting than he could ever hope to be. He's basically chopped liver in a butcher full of the finest meats, and how fucking unfair is that? He didn't ask to be here, nor did he ask to be surrounded by the Champions of the Universe. Some more Average Joes or Urkels among them would surely even the playing field for people like Dave.

Fuck it.

He has a long-standing tradition for venting frustrations, and it begins with getting into whatever drawing program is available and scribbling away his problems.

Only this time, he's sending out the results.]

[[ooc: if you would like Dave to draw a shitty picture of your character and send it to them, PM me or ask me on plurk @squishyfeet]

DISTRICT III: AVARITIA
[After an extremely draining experience in an internet cafe, Dave is on the look out for a district that is distinctly less shit. He's not sure why he's compelled to enter the shopping district when he is blatantly poor as shit here, but window shopping never did any harm. He's kind of tired of his digs, though. He really wishes he had the bones for a nice suit, but he's not really seeing anything in the price range of "free".

Wandering has him listening in on conversations as he brushes past people, and he keeps hearing shit about some dope flower. He's probably being fucking played, but sure enough he finds a flower matching the description. Of course, finding it isn't the catch here. Apparently, he needs to pick up the dirty-ass product of nature and eat it. Without looking conspicuous.

He'd do worse for money, he guesses. So if anyone sees a young man on the street, eating a flower he was staring critically at moments ago, spare him your judgement.

It takes precious few minutes for money to suddenly accumulate in his account, and suddenly things are different. Stores are brighter, sales people are friendlier, doors open and free sparkly lemonade and something resembling macarons are within reach.

The first thing Dave buys is a suit. Red, fitted, black shoes to match. The confidence it brings him takes him to fancier and fancier stores, each one selling things he'll never want or use again. The headphones around his neck, at least, are practical. The fabrege eggs he's being shown currently, are less so.

He seems to be weighing his options between some different options. He's rubbing his chin as he considers the possibilities.]

Yeah, my room is basically completely empty right now. This could really open up some opportunities for me, bring the whole thing together. Hey- Do you have any with clocks in them? [He is teetering on the verge of blowing all of his money here, when he raises a brow at whoever happens to be in the surrounding area.] What do you think? Vintage or classic?