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starlogs2017-03-09 01:18 am
shenunigans) wrote in starlogs2017-03-09 01:18 am
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?
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?
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woah is this really for me, tony??
i can't believe you drew me so perfectly and we only just met
don't know whether to be flattered or creeped out, but i'm optimistic
if i print it off somehow and pay you back somehow, can i show my teammate and put it up on my room's wall?
:)
just kidding, i'm gonna do it anyway hahahahaha
do you like jello???
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given that its clearly a scathing look into your simplistic inner psyche
see the repetitions of yourself in your own thought bubble are meant to be a sick burn
but it kind of went over your head
like a paper plane just going full kamikaze onto the floor
you can stick it wherever you like but up your ass is my suggestion
jello is for babies and the elderly
what flavor
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but mostly put it on my wall, i was serious about that even if you're having fun calling me stupid
do you think a purple frame would be too much??
on the topic of jello, i'm 18 and like it so that's your scientific theory proven wrong zing
and it's obvious that berry blue is the best flavour
fruit punch is 2nd in line though, if they ran out of berry blue
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i think youre too much so that question is moot
fuck off
apple is the only decent flavor of anything
why are we talking about jello jesus christ
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that sounds like a pretty convincing stalemate, maybe i'll wait until you actually hurt my feelings
which HASN'T HAPPENED
especially since you just chose apple of all flavours, what are you thinking???
that's like choosing an ice cream with pineapple chunks in it
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apple is the the fucking bomb
what the hell is wrong with you
blue isnt even a flavor
its just sugar
another lie pandered to you by big jello
why are we talking about jello
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do you have brain damage
is that why you like jello so much
hospital stays
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like yogurt and soup
don't you?
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shouldnt you like ripping meat off the bone youre holding with your bare hands or something
and no
i like normal things
like pizza and instant ramen
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(THE SECRET'S OUT.)
i'm not a barbarian...
plus soft stuff is easier for my body to digest
what's pizza??
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im like an archaeologist uncovering the frigging crypts of mental illness here
pizza is like bread
but flat bread
with tomato paste and cheese and pepperoni and shit on it
and more cheese
and then you put it in the oven and cook it and the cheese melts all up over everything like a golden masterpiece
seriously
what kind of hell on earth are you from that you dont know pizza
are you even from earth
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especially since we don't have pizza
you like ramen and i like ramen, so that's something we have in common???
anyway, i don't have any mental illnesses i'm healthy as a seahorse
ahhahahaha get it??
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maybe somewhere on this godforsaken planet will have a pizza place
who knows how far italians have immigrated through space
pizza is italian by the way
i dunno if you have italy there so that may be redundant
i mean
no
i dont
are you actually a horse
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if you find some pizza you gotta tell me ok???
don't fuck me over tony
and no it was a joke hahahahaha
i am not a horse, you know the saying "healthy as a horse"???
well it's like that but i'm water
so seahorse is funnier in context
... i guess it was kinda an inside joke with myself, so now i'm embarrassed
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I should've kept that joke for later
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glad we cleared that up
and that we can just happily disregard the whole you being water thing
that seems small and unimportant
no subject
you should have just said so!
know how most people are 70% water??
well i am 100% water!!!
it's my clan's hiden technique, isn't that cool?
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were you part of a cult
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we're a small clan of shinobi and we were stationed in a place called kirigakure
where are you from?
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is shinobi like
ninja
if youre a ninja thats pretty dope
then the weird powers thing is forgiveable
dont get too smug about it though because i have weird powers too
just no clan
i used to be from texas
then i was on a meteor for a bit
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