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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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dude
i know shit gets confusing when were both in the general area
but you dont have to get all fancy with your grammar and punctuation to have people tell us apart
your fab obnoxious orange text is good enough as far as i know
no one else really uses our awesome shades of text
but hey
nice to see youre alive and kicking
wait
shit
i guess you cant kick
floaty tail and all
soz man
i can fill you in though
but i gotta ask
who the fuck?
i mean i really doubt you mistyped roses name roxy
gotta make sure though
also whos this english fella and crocker chick?
meeting some fancy little consorts while perusing the planets?
gotta give me all the hot and juicy details

I'm afraid you're mistaking me for someone else, but considering how many people seem to be here, it must be an easy thing to do.
They're my friends, and at the moment I cannot help but worry for their safety.
Before I woke up here, my home and Roxy's were under attack by Imperial Drones, so it's only a matter of time before something happens to Jake and Jane's as well.
Which is why if you know a way out of here, I need you to share with me immediately, Dave.

_{[He's taking a leap there and taking an educated guess. He really doesn't want to be wrong because...bro.]}

uhh
...
what
ok
funny prank but this isnt very cute
im not in the mood to fuck around after being turned into someones personal fucking wind up toy
so lets not really keep trying to pull my leg
ill resort to calling you davesprite
and i would hate that if i were you
oh wait

It is you.

Forgive my lack of eloquence; I've wanted to talk to you for ages.
It would be a lie to say that I haven't thought of all the things I've wanted to say to you if I was ever given the chance.
But it was simply a matter of logic that I wouldn't ever get the opportunity.
So now I'm a bit at a loss.
What it boils down to,
I suppose, is that you're my hero.
How could I not, with everything you've done, Rose has done, for Roxy and I.
If she was here, she'd say the same thing.

...

[Just give him a minute.]

wait what
you lost me as soon as you got to
i wanted to talk to you for ages
can you just
back up a bit
youre not me are you
like
feathery me
i know me enough to know that this is way too far for a shitty joke
what the actual fuck is going on

Oh.
Right. I guess I got my hopes up too quickly.
You must be the Dave from the beta universe.
In mine, you're my bro.
I've just not gotten to meet you before, given the fact that I ended up four centuries in the future.

My name's Dirk.

the what the fuck echeladder is just passing through its levels with flying colors
all of that made a load of jack shit to me just now
flying dick nipples what

[Unfortunately, Dave isn't far enough on his timeline to know much about the next session other than they're headed towards it.]

What part should I elaborate on?

i understand jack shit
youre gonna have to elaborate on a lot
wait
is this about the session were supposed to head for?

I can only assume that's the case.
You were a hero in your time, bro.
Or. My bro was.
You are too.
Whatever.
It boils down to you being pretty much the same as him, but different.
Like it is with me and the other Dirk.
Did you still create SBaHJ? The movies are the most ironic ever.

[Hhahaha. Him a hero. You're funny, dude. Obviously, you have not met him and how much of a not hero he is.]

uh huh
ok
other dirk
you know what im not even gonna bother
this game has made less and less sense the longer i stay here
thank you alternate universes for proceeding to make things even more difficult
welp
yea
its a webcomic i used to update
cant really update it so much anymore for obvious reasons
and i think this might be easier to talk about in person
i enjoy assaulting your eyes with my awesome text as much as the next cool kid
but this might be easier to actually do in person

_{[Excellent idea, so Dirk's just going to cut to the chase.]}

I agree.
I'm currently in the second floor corridor.
Considering you're much more acquainted with the tower than I am, would you like to meet here?

_{[As a side note...]}

As an alternative you could come to my room and see the other Dirk too, if you want.

Edited 2012-07-03 11:18 (UTC)

ill see you in the corridor

[He's not sure if he wants to see the other Dirk, although he isn't fully sure what Dirk means about that.]

_{[He doesn't bother responding; he simply gets up and leans against the wall, keeping an eye out.]}

[Dirk probably sees Dave slowly approaching. He's wearing his God Tier outfit today, one of the swords from his trunk in hand. It's become habit to carry a weapon around with him at all times after all.

While Dave could float, he actually walks. Having wheels for legs for almost a week has made him really appreciate having legs for once.

Dave stops though as he sees Dirk. What.]

_{[He does; it's hard to miss all of that red anyway. He pushes himself off of the wall and stands in the middle of the hall. He's quick to notice the sword, but he's confident Dave wouldn't use it on him. Because it's, yanno, Dave.

When Dave stops walking, he closes the distance until they're but a metre or so apart.]}

Hi, Dave.

[It takes Dave a moment to do anything else that isn't staring with a slightly gaping mouth. He does close his mouth because, wow that's really embarrassing.

It takes a little longer to say something.] Uh. [Eloquent. Jesus shit he's terrible at this.] I understand even less suddenly.

_{[Now would be a good time to try to clarify, right? Here goes nothing...]}

It's Einsteinian, in a way. I'm sure you're familiar with the theory that energy cannot be created or destroyed? You could apply it in this instance as well. After what happened in your session, a new one was needed in order to fix things, correct?

New souls aren't created to fill a new universe. They're the same, in different circumstances. To put it simply, guardians become the players and vice versa.

_{[Are you following? Dirk thinks this is a reasonable explanation.]}

[If Dave's mind was a harddrive, it would have crashed just now. Yeah. He's a smart cookie. If their roles were swapped, which by the way, sucks because he thought he'd be the Player and not the guardian. Wait. Oh fuck no.

If their roles were swapped, that means this is...

He might have just stopped breathing.] Oh. [Speechless. Congratulations, you got him to shut up.]

_{[He gives everything a moment to sink in before he speaks again. Or at least, he opens his mouth to. He's at just as much of a loss, simply because there's nothing easy about meeting this way.]}

So yeah. Does that clear things up?

[Would it be in bad taste to just...abscond? Because he really would like to do that. He feels like he should know more about this, but he doesn't. And that's frustrating and this is frustrating and he's not ready. Despite the bullshit Jason put them through the entire month, this somehow is what gets him the most.

Fuck you tower.] Uh yeah. It does. [Mumbling. Whoops.]

_{[Dirk's starting to get a feel for how uncomfortable this is for Dave. He can't really blame him for it, either.]}

We can meet up some other time if you'd prefer.

[He's never telling you about the last time he saw Bro. This is so hella awkward, you can't even fathom it right now, Dirk.]

Naw, it's cool. I mean, what's the point in stalling? We're both here and things only get worst from here. We're basically in a physical recreation of every horror movie trope known to man. Maybe troll, but shit if I know anything about their tastes in horror movies. Although, I'm pretty sure they have everything we have. You just add troll in front and bam. So I guess their horror tropes are just about the same. [He's rambling. Fuckkkk.]

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