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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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[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]

It worked this time; don't start fucking around with that shit unsupervised because I will call your ossified corpse something incredibly stupid if I have to excavate it out of Heavenly Ground's subbasement.

[Older Dave walks into the living room as he says this, settling on the couch next to present Dave who looks scandalized as hell. He gets up, moving over to stand by Katio and away from himself.]

Don't just randomly touch time shit!!

[Kaito is completely unburdened by both of these reprimands. He turns to watch Dave basically hide behind him first, which okay, actually gets a smile, even though it is stupid.]

You just left it floating there, what did you think I was going to do?

[Like. Come on.

And back to future Dave, as he pulls out his phone to check When they've gone to]

Sure, I'll be good. So supervised is fine?

Yeah, that was a classic shenanigan waiting to happen, right down to the timing.

[present Dave is definitely hiding. Older Dave, denoted by red text, seems like he is fighting back amusement, too. He gestures to his tiny self, like 'Ask him', and Dave manages to include them both in a hassled look.]

Don't where the fuck you'd want to take time field trips too, but I'll think about it.

[I literally already know you are going to say yes tho. Why pretend.

But look, Kaito is a FUCKING CHAMP. And doesn't just say that. Amazing. Look how good he is being.

Anyway the answer is Effectively Yes, so he is pleased.]

I'll make a list. Anyway, since we're here, shouldn't you ask--

[he's interrupted by Ambiguously Older Kaito poking his head out of the kitchen]

Oh, it's this one.

[And then he disappears back into the kitchen]

Edited 2017-06-14 17:12 (UTC)

[Dave, poor tiny Dave, actually grabs Kaito's arm, kind of clutching.]

This is too many goddam time doubles. When can we go??? What's the timer on this?

[Older Dave turns back around from when he craned back to look at older Kaito, and gestures at both of them to the spot on the couch next to him.]

Whenever you want, so you might as well chill out for a minute.

Edited 2017-06-14 17:27 (UTC)

[Kaito himself is LESS SURE now that there is a future him around but WHATEVER]

You should probably get us--

No, you can't leave yet!

[It's shouted from the kitchen, so Kaito couldn't have heard the question, and yet.

And current Kaito pauses for a moment.

Because he just.

Realized something.]

Oh.

Future me is going to be worse than mom.

Edited 2017-06-14 17:34 (UTC)

[That gets both Dave's attention. Tiny Dave seems, really fucking confused. He's having a hard day.]

Your mom???

[Siiiiiigh.

Suddenly current Kaito is Extremely Tired, but he also flops back into the couch.]

There's just no point in talking to her.

Why don't you ask him how to do the thing?

That's fucking incandescently illuminating.

[Older Dave seems as amused by this as tiny Dave seems exasperated. Tiny Dave reluctantly slinks over to sit by himself. They exchange shaded looks and Older Dave shrugs]

You were pretty much already on the right track, if you want to talk it out.

[LOOK KAITO DOESN'T MUMBLE THRU HIS FEELINGS he just sits there and sulks and plays over everything in his head and stops paying attention to whatever else is happening.

Meanwhile, in the background, an oven door is open and closed, something smells great, frankly, and then he just leaves the apartment without saying shit to anyone.]