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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]

... 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!

[supbroski.livejournal.com]

[ It's called forgetting you were talking about serious things by drowning yourself in sugar, obviously. ]

Yeah well I don't speak German, so sayonara, Lalonde!

[ Totally on. ]

[tortileghostwriter]

[Obviously.]

Going so soon?

[Smirking, getting some more goddamn banana pudding for himself and then sitting back down.]

[supbroski.livejournal.com]

Oh buzz off.

[ Polishing off the first banana pudding and starting on his now. ]

[tortileghostwriter]

[PARRIES HER SPOON WITH HIS. He's smiling though--it's small, but it's not a douchey/prickish smirk, it's actually a smile--so that's something.]

And just what do you think you're doing?

[supbroski.livejournal.com]

[ GASP. That is illegal use of swordplay at the table, mister! She can do fancy-schmancy spoon moves too, and counter-parries. If only the skills carried over to actual swords, she'd be awesome.

Should've riposted, dude. ]

I'm going to eat all your pudding, Lalonde. Just watch.

[tortileghostwriter]

[EN GARDE, STRIDER

he takes a very large spoonful for himself and successfully eats it. WH4T NOW??]

The ball is in your diamond, Strider.

[yeah who's just as clueless about sports when he's purple? this guy]