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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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_{[He's leaning over, looking at everything he pulls out. He's about to say that he has all of these things to, at least at home, since he hasn't looked in his trunk at all yet. But then he sees the smuppets and he picks on up.

He's holding it close, examining the seams and the stitching on it.]}

You're better at this than me.

It takes a few years before you're a real expert, don't sweat it too bad.

[He pauses for a sec, before shrugging.] Have it, I can make more. I think. Assuming this dumb has sewing shit.

[He's still taking stuff out, looking around to see if there's nothing he missed the first time. Clothes, pants and shoes, followed by a huge bottle of lube and condoms are starting to be strewn across the floor, as and he carefully piles up his spare shades. Some magazines, including GameBro and Playboy also get taken out. Just... lots of things, really. He lets out an excited gasp when he finds his iPod.

Shoosh, he was just afraid it was gone forever.]

Oh hot damn, I didn't see this before.

No, see, my skills are superb. This is well above that.

_{[He looks up from his examination when he hears Bro speak again. That's unexpected. But would he refuse? Of course not. He fucking loves smuppets.]} Are you sure? I may have some, too. I haven't looked in my trunk at all.

_{[Maybe he'll just make a trade if he has any in his.]}

What is that that? I've never seen something so antiquated.

Well shit, with all that flattery, take two. [He reaches over and grabs another smuppet, this one red, and tosses it at Dirk.]

Wait, what? What d'you mean antiquated? This thing is a fucking beast. It has like ten thousand songs. I love it. It's beautiful. I want to marry i-

... It's fucking dead. You're kidding me.

[He is just going to.

take a deep breath.

And then chuck it hard at the wall.]

Dirk, wha--

_{[Dirk is just going to hold these two smuppets and stare at this episode unfolding before him. Maybe it's time to engage in a distraction.]}

Wanna see what I have in my trunk?

_{[Actually, he's not waiting on an answer. He turns on his heel and takes the few steps back over to his area. The smuppets are set gingerly on the bed. It takes a full blown effort to keep himself from not being too excited about what he's met with when he opens the trunk.]}

[He's quiet for a few seconds as he glares at the ipod on the floor. God damn it. Maybe he should've charged it before entering the Medium. Obviously he should've. He has no one to blame but himself. It does not make him any less bitter though. When Dirk speaks, he heaves a sigh.]

Yeah, sure. Why the hell not.

[He gets up and heads over, plopping himself down onto the floor. He is being immature and he doesn not care. He really wanted his iPod to have worked. God damn lousy shitty situations. Stupid tower. Fucking Sburb. Ugh.]

_{[Dirk doesn't say anything to Bro for a long moment. He's far too busy looking over everything. He sees his katana and hoverboard, which unsurprisingly looks similar to Bro's. The first thing he pulls out is Cal. He rests the puppet in his own lap; due to being alone so long he's not really worried about this being a potentially weird gesture. He's just. So glad that he has the puppet though. It makes being here that much easier. It's his best friend.

Following that, he's dragging out the other smuppets, including the SBaHJ ones, and the hats. After a quick glance over, he picks out his two best smuppets out of the ones he has and pushes them in Bro's direction.]}

You can have these. It's only fair.

[Despite Bro's pissitude, when Dirk hands him the smuppets, it actually manages to make him feel better.]

Oh... Oh hell yeah, I've always wanted to trade Smuppets. Shit's like fucking Pokemon, gotta catch'em all.

[It's a little forced, but at least he's trying to cheer up and move on from the iPod incident. Even though he really, really must wants his music back.

No, stop. Don't dwell on it. It'll only hurt worse if you do.]

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_{[Dirk actually grins. He can tell Bro's still upset about his music, and if Bro's anything like him, he'll undoubtedly dwell on it forever. The best thing he can do is offer a distraction.]}

Fuck yes. Six isn't enough either. Something'll have to be done about that.

[Dirk's grin helps, too, in a way. He at least slowly feels himself putting the iPod towards the back of his mind.]

Six would never be enough in any universe. We need a pile. And then after the pile, we need a mountain. And then we need an ocean.

After the ocean, we need to fill up this whole fucking tower with them. It'd make this shitty place considerably better.

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