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[tortileghostwriter]

[New post on the network! New ID, new typing form...might ping some of you.]

i will readily admit that being pulled from a null universe doomed to be yet another footnote in the annals of paradox space and into whatever dimension that this school occupies was quite felicitous indeed
and i suppose that i owe our ever so gracious hosts some credit in that regard
however
i have business to attend to in the incipisphere
and i will simply not be kept from it
so i believe that my first order of business will be to find a way to reverse whatever process snatched me away from the land of crystal and mirage
and proceed to aggrieve aggress and attack
until i have stolen away the secrets that balamb garden has to hide
as i said to strider once before
lets rock the fucking house


[On the action side of things, have a kid who looks...a lot like Dave Strider? Sitting under a tree on the quad, reading a book and looking pissed. OVERDRAMATIC? A LITTLE. But seriously he'll get to the bottom of this shit. "Time compression"? Of all the...those scientists that letter mentioned had better work fast. Is it you, or did his shadow just start moving...?]

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[tortileghostwriter]

Some particular burbling gods, perhaps.

[Yes, familiar territory. AND SUDDENLY HE'S REMINDED THAT HE'S HUNGRY]

... I haven't eaten since before we started playing the game.

[Yeah who just got in a couple of hours ago? This kid.]

[supbroski.livejournal.com]

[ She smiles slightly, but it's gone in a flash. Cool. Cool and collected and calm and (not) considerate. A jerk of her head towards the cafeteria. ]

Come on, you'll be fatter than lard by the time you finish here. I might even let you make me cookies if you're good.

[tortileghostwriter]

I've no doubt that I'm being given no choice in the matter.

[He goes along with her anyway.]

[supbroski.livejournal.com]

Your choices are: "yes Strider I would love to make you cookies" and "yes Strider, your wish is my command." But first, whatever they're serving in the cafeteria.

[ She walks beside him for once, rather than following her instinct to leave him behind. She missed him, okay, he actually gets to enjoy her presence rather than her back.

Besides, she needs to ask him some questions. And those are better done when she's not looking over her shoulder. ]

So, spill. You, me, the game, where were you?

[tortileghostwriter]

I expected nothing less.

[He hesitates for a moment--the latest developments hurt to speak about, and he wanted to be sure before he told her--before finally speaking.]

You first, Strider.

[supbroski.livejournal.com]

[ There's a decent amount of silence as they walk, but she finally breaks it with -- ]

Oh hey, we're here. You've got that ring they gave you, right?

[tortileghostwriter]

[Just going to hold up the hand with it. Emerald.]

Of course. Amethyst would suit me more, I should think, but it works in its own way.

[supbroski.livejournal.com]

[ She pulls out a chain with hers on it. No one ever said you had to wear it on your finger... ]

I think Ruby looks pretty damn fabulous on me, to say the least. You've gotta have it to get food, come on.

[ PULLING HIM THROUGH THE LINE ]

[tortileghostwriter]

[OH OKAY SO I'M BEING DRAGGED NOW and a chain is probably a better idea]

Very well then.

[supbroski.livejournal.com]

[ She gets food and then sits down at an empty table. Perhaps the avoidance method is working, right? RIGHT?

No she feels like she should tell him, but it's hard to talk about without giving away any emotions. ]

So.

[tortileghostwriter]

[He gets his own before sitting down across from her, drumming his fingers against the table lightly. Looking around the room, trying not to focus on her. God this is awkward.]

... So.

Has John entered the Medium yet?

[That's somewhere to start, anyway...]

[supbroski.livejournal.com]

Pretty sure he has, yeah. He was hells of levels of busy the last time I talked to him. We're all in now.

[tortileghostwriter]

... Which means Jack is fully-prototyped, yes?

[Given that the deaths of Bro and Jadesprite pretty much happened immediately after that, it's safe to assume...his face doesn't change, he's gotten very good at placing that shell up, but there's something to his voice when he says this.]

... Rose told me about my mother about forty-five minutes before I found myself here.

[I'm your mother.

And he shoves Yggdrasil's voice away again.]

[supbroski.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

[ There's more than a hint of anger in her voice; her hand grips the fork hard. ]

I--

[ No, Strider, you're not going to cry. Because if there's one thing you've been doing for a long time, it's avoiding the problem. You've already cried more than once. ]

I just found him.

[ She doesn't need to tell him which 'him' it is. ]

[tortileghostwriter]

I...

[He hadn't expected that. His eyes widen, just a bit, and even if he hadn't liked Bro at all from what he'd heard of the man, he was still a human being, and still someone very close to Jade. He'd already known, but...he hadn't seen Jade since then.]

I'm sorry.

[supbroski.livejournal.com]

It's fine.

[ She is really glad that he can't see her face. And if her adjusting her scarf slightly is to hide the fact that she might have leaked a tear or two, she's not going to say anything about it. ]

Sorry about your mom. Don't-- think that's happened yet, where I come from, but I was just about to gain all the levels in busy so I wouldn't doubt if we hadn't talked. [ She had A Plan. Kinda. ]

[tortileghostwriter]

... Yes, I'm a bit ahead in the timeline game, it seems. I remember the fact that he had... well.

[wow this is. Awkward. And he's not going to call her on it.]

... I'm fine too. Everything's fine.

[He isn't fine and nothing is, but he...doesn't want to talk about it.]

[supbroski.livejournal.com]

[ Pause. So awkward. She knows he's not fine, he's Lalonde and doing the Lalonde thing. She's sure that he gives her more credit than he appears to. ]

So.

[ Change of subject. ]

This is banana pudding. And it's made of bananas and distilled awesome, and also pudding. [ Pointing to a little dish of it, yes. ] Have you had it?

[tortileghostwriter]

[He does. He knows Jade can tell, but that's never kept him from being cagey about shit.]

Not that I recall, no. Bananas taste fine enough, and pudding is pudding, so...

[LALONDE SHRUG?]

[supbroski.livejournal.com]

[ She spoons some up and holds it out to him. ]

Take the plunge, Dave. Dare you to try it.

[tortileghostwriter]

David.

[Obligatory to say it. He smirks a little bit. Not like he was hesitant about it at all, but...]

I'll take up the thrown gauntlet, Strider. Challenge accepted.

[And he leans forward and takes the bite of pudding from the offered spoon. Slightly pleased-looking expression.]

[supbroski.livejournal.com]

[ She looks at him expectantly. Or well, she does but you probably can't see it because shades. ]

And? Are you in the throes of agony or whatever?

[tortileghostwriter]

Oh, yes, certainly. I am reaching though I fall, and the stars and black and cold. I'll escape now from this world, this world of banana pudding.

[He chuckles, taking another spoonful.]

[supbroski.livejournal.com]

And you stole my spoon!

[ She grabs his and initiates Counterattack: Banana Pudding! ]

[tortileghostwriter]

[THE RACE

IS ON

what are they even doing

who knows]

Je ne regrette rien, Strider!