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==> YOU ARE TEREZI PYROPE AND YOU ARE BORED.
You are lounging around next to your moirail (or brorail, as he says), DAVE STRIDER. He is currently coloring your AMAZING ARTWORK. Trained in the art of POKERFACE for six sweeps, he is too cool to show any emotion. You know better, considering the scent of ‘bored as fuck’ is the same as the scent of RAW POTATOES permeating from him.
What will you do?
>TEREZI: LICK DRAWINGS
You do that. Dave turns towards you and raises a single brow. You blink back at him innocently before breaking into a grin. He smirks back ever so slightly. You cackle like always and are about to start your usual banter, when you are distracted by the scent of fresh apples. Normally that would just mean Dave, but Dave happens to be sitting next to you and unless he happens to be in possession of some sort of paradox time clone-
Oh.
Right.
Sometimes you just think that maybe all these time shenanigans are unnecessarily confusing.
>DAVE & TEREZI: GREET NEW DAVE
You stand up and skip forwards, stopping only once the aroma of D3L1C1OUS 4PPL3 JU1C3 is sufficiently close. The corners of your mouth twist up further than before. Finally something interesting.
CTG: oh look its someone awesome
CTG: sup
FTG: sup
CTG: character interaction with my own self doing some timey wimey shenanigans
CTG: looks like we filled any sorta hypothetical irrelevant quota for cliches
CTG: so unless youre about to wake up gay with a zombie robots and sonic the hedgehog
CTG: step out the minivan soccer mom
CTG: kids practice doesnt end til the ninth inning
CTG: need to school the crazy alien chick at MAD SNACKS YO
FTG: spoiler alert: she wins
CTG: what
He turns to you.
CGC: H3LLO OTH3R D4V3! TO WH4T DO W3 OW3 TH1S PL34SUR3? >:]
FTG: hey rezi
FTG: nothing much
FTG: but we need to get you and that dangerously awesome coolkid over there to the ectobiology room
FTG: you know messing around with random shit so you dont become doomed timeline
FTG: the usual
CGC: >:O
Your grin becomes even wider than you would have thought possible. You jab lightly at current Dave’s sides.
GC: D4V3, TH1S SOUNDS L1K3 FUN! L3TS DO TH1S! >:]
He shrugs.
TG: sure whatever
TG: where making this hapen
==> TO THE ECTOBIOLOGY ROOM!
The two of you enter the room and loiter around until future Dave says he found the right machine. You already have your drawing kit with you and are so ready to get started on whatever you are supposed to do. In fact, you have already drawn future Dave a beautiful picture in appreciation.
>TEREZI: SHOW FUTURE DAVE YOUR WONDERFUL ARTWORK.
CGC: D4V3, D444V3, LOOK 4T TH3 M4ST3RP13C3 1 H4V3 CR34T3D TO TH4NK YOU FOR H3LP1NG US!
FTG: hopy shit
CGC: W3LL? >:]
CTG: this is terrible
FTG: but in the best way possible
FTG: its twice as amazing the second time around
CTG: normally i would be offended by the inaccuracy of this
CTG: come on everyone knows the shades never come off
CTG: however i shall deign to forgive you for that explosion is seriously rad
CTG: is that russian
FTG: you mean youve never heard of world movie legends
FTG: how could you dave
FTG: i believed in you
FTG: i believed in us
CTG: who even decides that
CTG: is there a world movie legends commitee or
FTG: well its russian
FTG: so world
CTG: check
FTG: its a movie
CTG: check that too
FTG: and last is legend
CTG: oh hey is that a dude on a motorcycle flying away from an explosion
CTG: all clear bro
FTG: ok guys we can stick the label on were good
CTG: shits legit
FTG: if you ever go to russia youll find hordes of scantily clad ladies lying at my feet
CTG: ooh mister strider oooh
FTG: and i shall keep my shades on
FTG: oh also snow
FTG: and vodka
CGC: WH4T'S 4 RUSS1A? >:?
CTG: the legendary place where it snows vodka tz
CGC: WH4T'S VODK4? >:?
FTG: russian snow
FTG: anyway point is i love this
CGC: H3H3H3H333 >:]
FTG: but i must tear myself away from the majesty of this piece
CTG: the show must go on
FTG: cant keep the audience waiting
>SHOW: HIT THE ROAD.
While you can’t actually see anything, you can smell and hear that the machine is slowly whirring to life. You briefly ponder what exactly you are supposed to be doing, and whilst we may be better at hiding it, you can see that Dave is wondering the same thing. Or at least he smells like curiosity. A mix of mango and strawberries.
Wow, future Dave is sure taking his time isn’t he? In the meantime, you whip out your drawing kit and start to doodle. Dave sits down next to you and watches. Currently, what you are drawing is him and you being SUP3R 4M4Z1NG H3RO MO1R41LS S4V1NG TH3 D4Y. It should be illegal to be this talented.
FTG: and voila
CGC: WHO4444444
FTG: come on dave you get the first ride
CTG: sweet
CGC: >:[
CTG: so many levels of irony in the fire
CTG: its nearing crit tier
CTG: we are stacking the irony like a kid with jenga blocks
CTG: stand back junior we are dealing some with serious shit here
CTG: dont want you to get hurt playing with the tower of wood
CTG: shit can hurt
CTG: but other than that
CTG: what exactly is it that im supposed to be doing
FTG: this
==>
>FUTURE DAVE: ABSCOND
FTG: you kids behave now