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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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[god, okay, wait. Dave reaches out and sort of aborts it because he doesn't want to suddenly be in Orga's space while he is handling something important to him.]

Uh, I, here give it to me. For a couple hours. I can see what I can do.

Aa?

[Pauses, confused??]

You think you can get it?

Yeah.

[You know here is the thing.

He probably DOESN'T entirely believe you because he knows a hopeless situation when he looks at it.

But he smiles like obviously there isn't any question.]

Okay. I'll leave it to you. Thanks, Dave.

[congratulations Dave Strider will now die for you.

He takes the clothes and folds them up. He's standing up a bit straighter.]

OK. You got it. Shit'll be sharp enough to cut when um done with it.

You'll he to tell me your secret.

Ah, wait, these too.

[Anyway then he takes off his pants. Which are not as bad but are part of the same suit and definitely also got blood on them.]

[Yep, that's happening. Dave manages not to be completely lame and turn his back like this is a middle school locker room but he does keep his gaze focused slightly to the right of Orga's chest and his ear tips go a little red. ]

Pass. You gotta take miracles on faith.

Edited 2017-06-13 21:58 (UTC)

[Lucky for Dave, Orga is completely unattuned to how hot he is nor that anyone would care.]

Is that so? I'll just owe you extra, in that case.

[adds pants to the pile that Dave is holding]

Bye I'm going to go make this happen.

[DAVE OUT.

He texts Kei as he is waiting for the elevator.]

yo come to my place
gonna do some time shit

[Wow, he split quick.

You were probably making him uncomfortable with all of your feelings you aren't quite dealing with, Orga.

Anyway.

Time to keep not dealing with those.]

[One of them is lucky Kei like, never sleeps.

Or at least is a very light sleeper.]

Okay.

[And then he just does the thing.]

[Well Kei is going to walk in to see Dave spreading some bloodstained clothing across the coffee table]

[Huh.

They look kind of big and also too fancy for Dave.]

Whose are those?

Dude I just met who was I guess horribly murdered.

I said I'd get the blood out.

Here?

[coming over to stand over them]

What?

Oh, no. Before he got here. Which I didn't know was a thing. Did you know that was a thing?

Oh, yeah. I met a guy a few days ago who said he'd died. Thought this place was for dead people I guess.

[Frowns down at the clothes]

I wonder if it'll work.

[Dave fusses with the clothes, straightening]

I know objects can have distinct chronology I just have to... figure out how to fuck with that.

[he pulls out his timetables too, shoving them so they float innocuously off to the side.]

How is it different than fixing the chair?

[Man this is new.

goes to peer at time tables

and see if he can touch them??]

[he can touch them. they are just an innocent pair of time tables]

That was more of a situation. Moments are already temporal, and I was the one who broke it in the first place.

[Uwah, Kei is very distracted by touching mystical bullshit time controlling turn tables. He examines them pretty thoroughly without disturbing anything beyond moving them closer so they float near him.]

It seems like there's no reason you shouldn't be able to turn the clothes back to 'before they were stained'. Assuming these clothes technically existed before arriving here, or that point in time isn't blocked off from you by whatever keeps us here.

If there is still blood on them, though would that qualify as 'space' to need to remove it?

Edited 2017-06-13 23:33 (UTC)

Yeah.

[Dave sits on the couch and idly plucks at the shirt.]

I was thinking more about my completely awesome needlepoint analogy.

You want to find the cross stitch where the suit was stained and rip it out?

[movesss one of the records to see what happens.]

What the fuck no, I meant I was thinking of it as—

[There is the sound of a record scratch. What happens is they remain where they are in the living room but everything else changes. Dave's bedding disappears from the couch. There's the smell of food coming from the kitchen. It's daytime. There is an honest to god record player on a small table against the wall. It's playing a Snoop Dogg record.

Ambiguously Older Dave walks out of the kitchen while regular Dave has a minor heart attack on the couch.]

Oh, my gog!!

[Oh my god.

Kei is delighted.]

It worked!

[he is so delighted he doesn't even have anything smart to say]