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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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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.]

[Tiny Dave looks over at Kaito like he is expecting him to butt into this discussion but that dude is obviously somewhere else. Dave told him doubles were the worst!!!

He sighs and fidgets with his shades. Side by side it's obvious how much calmer older Dave's body language is, especially as tiny Dave gets into his rant.]

Fuck, where was I. Needlepoint metaphor. This is so stupid. I guess, time and space may not be intrinsically enmeshed so much as, uh, mutually supportive structures.
Sburb had a reason for nicely parceling out aspect interaction. I mean, the reason was fuck Sburb but like, the fraymotifs and the server/client shit, all that dumb garbage to make player characters cooperate.

[Older Dave nods.]

When you start playing video games besides glitchy skater games, there's a ton of coded-in arbitrariness as far as what works and what doesn't.

[Uuuugh no.

No amount of complicated self feelings are going to keep Kaito from paying attention to this shit. He sort of zones back in without interrupting the conversation.]

[Dave seems kind of annoyed his older self is being so easy-going about all this but he can't maintain it very well when older Dave is So Chill.

He seems to have hit a snag though, biting his lip in frustration and glances at Kaito, but Older Dave prompts him.]

You were doing a couple things with the needlepoint metaphor.

[And tiny Dave sort of, clicks back on message, back to mumble mode]

Cooperate and handle abstract metaphysics that were never meant to be actually explicable.

Does this mean I have to start doing needlepoint.

[okay Kaito Will Help]

I still don't get your metaphor, but aren't you basically just saying that you should be able to turn back the time on items, because that would be useful?

No I'm saying I can turn back time on items I just have to... literalize what I'm doing so I actually know what the fuck I'm doing. I can't just do it with my mind.

[he gesture at the time tables]

Which is horseshit, because Rox can totally do her void shit with her mind.

That's the fucking void for you, it's as inherently nonphsysical as space is the opposite of that. The skill is THERE, there's just the extra step of laying the necessary symbolic structures to use it. Just look at Freud he saw a bunch of dicks and decided to attach meaning to them and gave birth to an entire fake psychological theory that materially ruined lives for decades.

Kaito was right btw needlepoint is a godawful option as metaphors go.

Edited 2017-06-14 21:46 (UTC)

[Squint]

So there isn't even necessarily a 'correct' way, just whatever meaning you personally attribute to the motions...? Writing and following the rules of your own language?

[Older Dave glances at tiny Dave, who quickly looks away]

That's pretty much what being a god of something means.

...Hah.

[And this is PROBABLY perhaps the IDEAL TIME for older Kaito bust back in and save tinydave from needing to directly confront this awkwardness.

He has a large stack of books. And carries them over to set them down with a solid thud on the coffee table.

He looks resolutely at his younger self]

Anyway, you're going to need these. A lot of them won't make sense for a while, so I took them out of the library so you should have about three years before they're due.

[Younger Kei gives himself a DUBIOUS LOOK, then leans over to scan the book titles...]

...are these all for cook--

Baking, mostly. I don't actually know where Dave even got that shitty Fieri book but if you don't get something more challenging you'll get bored in a week.

Baking? I don't even--

You will.

--like cake?

Oh. Right. No. You'll like baking.

Why--

You're going to do it, and you'll figure that part out yourself.

[younger kei shoots older Kei just. the most tired glare.

Older Kei actually grins at this.]

You'll get over that part, too. What do you want? Your older self to not be better than you?

[Younger kei hates his life and sort of, slouches more deeply into the couch.]

Okay, fine. Bye.