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_{[When Dirk awakens and can't move at first, he finds himself panicking. This isn't something that normally happens, so it's a huge relief when he actually is able to move. Immediately, he's able to tell he's not where he should be. His memory is a little hazy due to the fact he's still waking up, but he knows that the last thing he was doing, which certainly wasn't sleeping. Who could sleep when their home was under attack?

The letters he finds answers a few of the initial questions he has, but it leaves a billion more unanswered. His world was destroyed? Given the state it was in, he isn't surprised, but he was supposed to get into the game first. He's pretty sure this isn't it. This is horribly disconcerting, because he can't help but wonder about his friends. Did they make it to safety? Are they here?

After another few moments, he's aware he's not the only person in the room either. Well then.]}

...Who are you people.

Network; open.
I'm not entirely sure what is going here, so perhaps someone can shed some light on this situation.
How is it that I've arrived here?
I'm finding the information provided by the welcoming committee highly doubtful for a multitude of reasons that I don't have time to get into at this time.
With that, I'll cut to the chase; in the off-chance that it's actually correct, that my world was destroyed, I must ask.
Does anyone know Roxy Lalonde, Jake English, Jane Crocker and their whereabouts?

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I can't say I'm too sympathetic; I've been here the entire time.

Sounds like a decent enough plan. What was it, a nice spring day and we just happened to bump into each other and were like, 'whoa, we look like we could be related'?

It's not my fault that you've got no imagination. No need to go around kicking over other people's sandcastles just because you can't have one of your own.

Sounds about right. And then we chatted about genetics and the weather and went and caught whatever stupid movie was playing in the theaters at the time.

It can't be helped. Don't let it upset you for too long; that's just how things are.

To top it off, we got ice cream afterwards. Best in Houston.

Too bad you've decided to tangle with the queen of grudges. I'll hold this beyond the end of time and space itself, no matter how justified it is or isn't.

Fuck, the way that first meeting turned out I'm surprised that we're not bosom buddies already.

Oh fate, you cruel creature. Woe, the moment I come upon a fellow Strider I force her away with my uncouth personality.

It just wasn't meant to be until now, so what do you say?

That's what you get for being a total dickwad. Maybe you'll learn something from this fiasco and come out a less intolerable person.

I say why the hell not? Nothing else to do around here.

I can't help it, sis. It's the way I was raised.

Sweet. What floor are you on, anyway?

Considering I'm pretty damn sure you raised yourself the point still stands.

Right now I'm in one of the terminals on first floor. If you think you're getting an actual dorm number out of me you've got another thing coming, though.

Don't you think you should go easy on me in that case.

Okay. I could walk down there, if you want me to.
That's fine; I don't want to give you my room number either. How do I know you're not some crazy psychopath?

Must I point out that's jest?

If anything I should let even less slide. You're one of the last representatives of our species, you need to at least try and not make everyone else glad we're functionally extinct.

I don't know, are you going to assume that I'm too stupid to take a joke from here on out? If you do you might want to watch out when you trot on down here - I might be too stupid to not try and take a swing at you.

Your turn to figure out if it's a joke. Isn't this fun?

Think of the material your generation left us, Rose.
That's why we had to use to educate ourselves.
You got your educational songs from Barney and the Backyardigans.
We had Ke$ha.

I guess you'll have to wait and see for that as well.

_{[And with that, he ends the conversation in favour of wandering the hallway to find the stairs. It takes him but a few minutes to get to the first floor; it's only one beneath his anyway. It's really just a matter of finding Rose.]}

Edited 2012-07-03 04:01 (UTC)

[it's not too hard to spot her - she's the only girl in dumb anime shades using any of the computer terminals at the moment. she's alternately between scrolling through the network and playing solitaire, waiting for her newest addition to Alternate Universe Bingo to make an appearance.]

_{[No one but a Strider can pull of those shades, so Dirk knows exactly who to approach.]}

Solitaire? You know how to pass the time, don't you.

[she makes a point of finishing the game before turning her attention to him.

fuck, he looked like Bro. it was unexpected and more than a little unsettling.]

Damn right I do. There's a reason they put that shitty game on ever computer, and it's not a lack of creativity.

Obviously. That's what MS Paint is for.

Edited 2012-07-04 01:05 (UTC)

Yeah, that's pretty much the graveyard of artistic talent. Enter at your own peril and all that shit.

You know your shit.

Not much else to do but bone up on useless trivia around here. Shit kind of piles up after a while.

I know a thing or two about that. Sometimes all there is to do is learn about everything there is to know about anything.

That or wreck shit, and for some reason people get kind of pissy about that idea around here. God knows why.

But that's obvious, Rose. Everything here is just so invaluable; look at all the Tower has provided for everyone. Wrecking shit is just so ungrateful.

I guess you're right, now that I think about it. Must be that in this entire tower I'm the only selfish bitch around with horrible deviant ideas like that. I'd almost feel ashamed if I had a conscience left.

Oh yes, you're absolutely dreadful. I should be disappointed knowing you're so ungrateful, but what can I say. I'm an asshole.

Shit runs in the family, unfortunately. Can't fight what's wired into you so you might as well just learn to live with it.

If you can't beat it, might as well exploit the shit out of it and be the biggest assholes ever.

_{[Yup, he's definitely liking her style.]}

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