i. crash landing [Dave has lived in surprising peace for the past few months, but he's always on his toes. For good reason, considering his life is a never-ending marathon of relentless bullshit.
As he last recalls, he'd been meandering uselessly around Earth C when he'd missed a step somewhere. Now, missing a step on the way down the stairs usually feels like you're falling through dimensions, but the prickling, nauseating feeling overstays its welcome. Dave feels intensely uncomfortable, and what amounts to about thirty seconds feels like about 30 years of discomfort before it relents and he feels himself fall again.
Suddenly, the view below him is a sandy beach and not a flight of stairs. That sandy beach is rapidly approaching and before he knows it, his face is colliding with it. Dave falls flat on his front, legs kicking up behind him from the momentum before they drop in a defeated manner.
He's not dead, but he's not moving.]
ii. dinner [It's been a long time since Dave has had food of this quality before. A bunch of young adults who left home at around 13 are not the best chefs, but damn do they try. At least some of them do, Dave is still trying to gain the finesse it takes not to burn toast.
This chicken. [Dave says, extending the leg out, talking to nobody in particular.] This.. actually, I don't even know if it's chicken. Actually I don't know if I even remember what real chicken tastes like. But whatever intergalactic Colonel was responsible for this has divine powers or some shit.
[Dave helps himself to another bite, seemingly happy to talk to himself like he's not at a party.
He still has a plate of food in his hand when he starts to peer around the areas. He's beginning to realise he probably shouldn't be here with a hefty plate of food. He feels like Gordon Ramsey just stumbled into a frat party, and now he can't remember where he came from. He shuffles awkwardly around, holding the plate of food like it gives him a sense of purpose.]
iii. network
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dave strider ▐ 19
i picked it because it was ugly not out of self reflection
dave strider | homestuck
[Dave has lived in surprising peace for the past few months, but he's always on his toes. For good reason, considering his life is a never-ending marathon of relentless bullshit.
As he last recalls, he'd been meandering uselessly around Earth C when he'd missed a step somewhere. Now, missing a step on the way down the stairs usually feels like you're falling through dimensions, but the prickling, nauseating feeling overstays its welcome. Dave feels intensely uncomfortable, and what amounts to about thirty seconds feels like about 30 years of discomfort before it relents and he feels himself fall again.
Suddenly, the view below him is a sandy beach and not a flight of stairs. That sandy beach is rapidly approaching and before he knows it, his face is colliding with it. Dave falls flat on his front, legs kicking up behind him from the momentum before they drop in a defeated manner.
He's not dead, but he's not moving.]
ii. dinner
[It's been a long time since Dave has had food of this quality before. A bunch of young adults who left home at around 13 are not the best chefs, but damn do they try. At least some of them do, Dave is still trying to gain the finesse it takes not to burn toast.
He's trying not to look too ridiculously eager, but he can't help himself.]
This chicken. [Dave says, extending the leg out, talking to nobody in particular.] This.. actually, I don't even know if it's chicken. Actually I don't know if I even remember what real chicken tastes like. But whatever intergalactic Colonel was responsible for this has divine powers or some shit.
[Dave helps himself to another bite, seemingly happy to talk to himself like he's not at a party.
He still has a plate of food in his hand when he starts to peer around the areas. He's beginning to realise he probably shouldn't be here with a hefty plate of food. He feels like Gordon Ramsey just stumbled into a frat party, and now he can't remember where he came from. He shuffles awkwardly around, holding the plate of food like it gives him a sense of purpose.]
iii. network