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WHAT IN PERSON, YA FOOLS
WHERE anywhere
WHEN Day 8, evening

[ it's beginning to be summer -- or something like that, sort of. late spring? the weather has been warming up is the point and in the twilight of, well, now, the fireflies have also come out.

twinkling little stars that are actually bugs. Rather, slightly larger than the normal firefly -- in fact, perhaps they seem more like will o' the wisp sized.

But still, a lovely summer. If you follow one they may lead you (crashing into) the path of someone else.

Or the lake.

Definitely also the lake. ]

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Congrats on that.

Congrats...? Isn't that just what this place does?

[Dave has to ponder over exactly what Orga means here for a beat. Then he shrugs.]

I didn't actually know it just straight up brought freshly deceased people here.

Seriously?

[Frowns, getting to his feet.]

What sort of people usually end up here?

Lotta alive hipsters, mostly. Sorry, I ain't exactly the best person to ask, I don't actually talk to a lot of people.

Hipster?

[In the tone of someone who literally has no idea what you're talking about.]

So this isn't the after life?

[makes a vague gesture for 'later']

Nah. This is a pocket dimension cobbled together by who-the-fuck-knows for whatever-the-fuck purposes strongly based on the aesthetics of early twenty-first century suburban America.

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[Man i feel like maybe i should've actually read up on history more or something.]

That sounds like pre-calamity war stuff. America was on Earth, right..?

Yeah it was a major political power for probably awhile. Are you from space?

Mars. Chryse.

[Getting to his feet]

You heard of it?

[wow you are fucking tall]

Uh, I have definitely heard of Mars but as of the year 2013 I don't think people have even been on the planet yet.

[A long, dubious look. Like. Am I being fucked with?

Then a sigh as he let's it go. He did just fucking die, after all]

I don't know that much about Earth history. But you're saying you're from all the way back then?

Dude, that is not even the weirdest shit you'll hear today. I'd shelve your disbelief for later and maybe focus on being dry.

Hah. I guess I suddenly don't have many pressing matters.

[Looks down at his suit and sort of picks at the jacket. Then sighs and takes the jacket off. It didn't show up against the maroon suit in the dark, but his undershirt makes it obvious he bled into it a lot.

He starts using the jacket to load up all the random shit that came out of the lake with him.]

Is there somewhere around here I can clean up?

You sure as fuck do not.

[He takes a step closer so he can dig Orga's key out. Wow he did super die. That is a shit ton of blood. That is a significant amount of blood. Dave definitely stares at it for a moment because that is more blood than he's seen in a while. Shelves that feeling for later.]

You aren't still bleeding, right.

[He kind of catches that, because he's seen just enough of that sort of reaction to have an inkling of what it implies.

Well, whatever. Starts taking off the shirt, too. It's not like he is very comfortable in it at this point anyway.]

Ah, no. Whoever brought me back did a solid job of it.

[at least he's too distracted to be distracted by that in particular.]

Yeah, coin toss as to whether that's inexplicable superhealing or some kind of temporal fuckery. C'mon. [gesturing him to follow]

[Follow strange guy to unknown destination, seems legit. Kind of grins about it actually, but follows.]

Thanks.

Ah, I didn't get your name.

[shifts his bundle around so he can hold out a hand while they walk.]

Orga Itsuka.

[oh a handshake. Dave takes it a bit awkwardly. His hand is heavily calloused, scattered with old, pale scars. He does not have a firm handshake he has a handshake like a skittish teenager.]

Dave Strider.

[That's charming. Orga's hands are frankly not as calloused as they used to be, but his scar cred is mostly obvious on his entire torso. An easy, firm shake and he lets go.]

So, you've been here a while?

Nah, just a few weeks. I'm from Earth around this time period, though.

I don't really know what to think about that. "Being alive" isn't actually all that confusing, even if I don't see how it happened. Being hundreds of years in the past though... What am I supposed to do with that?

[Dave does appear to think about this, so his response isn't glib.]

Unless the future has evolved past capitalism, pretty much the same shit. Get a job and make friends.

If it makes you feel better this is probably less of an 'in the past situation' and more of a parallel reality.

[He was not actually expecting a legit answer, and pauses to be surprised, then laugh, when he gets one.]

No, you definitely still need money if you don't want to starve.

[Haah]

Parallel reality, huh...

Yeah, you can probably take that to the bank and cash it for some fake game dollars for all the practical good it does as a observation.