Sweet dreams are made of these...

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A Abigail Hobbs Aiya/Gray Nightingale Adrasteius Anor'thalion Ahsoka Tano Alex Russo Allen Walker Anders Anthony Crowley Asteffiel Axel

B - D Belthazar Spellscry Beverly Crusher Bran Stark Caesar Zeppeli Cayde-6 Cheese Sandwich Clay Terran Coil Cole Davesprite Duke Pantarei

E - I Elecman.exe Elena Gilbert Elize Lutus Felix Harrowgate Fenris Finrod Haruka Tenoh/Sailor Uranus Imperator Furiosa Isabela Issac Lahey

J - M Jade Harley James Barnes/Jim James Barnes/Winter Joseph Joestar Katara Katniss Everdeen/Nova Kirito/Kazuto Kirigaya Kurt Wagner Leanne Loki Maladict(a) Max Caulfield Megaman Mordin Solus

Comments

[feathery]

Oh yeah, the glow-sticks with those textbooks just scream "party" to me.

[Davesprite is mostly thinking the shitty ballpit (completely devoid of multicolored balls) that his bro used to ditch him in was an improvement over this. He pockets his hands, before he blinks and glances back over his shoulder, like he's looking for something that isn't there.]

—Right, yeah. I mean I don't think I ended up here on purpose, but— [he shrugs] —we kind of already did introductions. Bird Dave, just without the bird look. Seemed like unnecessary baggage to haul around, you feel.

[frigidaire]

What, don't like raves? Parties?

[ a ball pit would be an equally acceptable sort of party, but unfortunately he isn't so lucky. instead they get text books, creepy freezer boxes and glow sticks. deal with it. ]

Oh. Bird Dave, I thought your voice was familiar, but. [ he shrugs a little. the name feels odd on his tongue -- seriously who was called Bird Dave? well. he could respect someone like that. ] Sorry you ended up here. The wings would have been cool, though. I mean, they're wings -- that's not really baggage, right?

[feathery]

Well, no, but it comes off more like you're prepping for a garage sale, dude. A box sale. Everything must go. You won't find another bargain bin out there like this, at least not until you hit the next yard sard. I mean yale sale. Fuck.

[He pauses in the midst of his museumesque voyeurism and makes a face. He hasn't touched anything yet, but he's certainly being a nosy fucker when it comes to looking.]

And they kind of are. I probably would have swatted you in the face with them at least once by now. Close quarters and all.

[frigidaire]

You want any of this stuff, take it.

[ he has some strong suggestions of what not to take, but he's not exactly going to tell him what to do. Isaac shrugs from his place on the floor. ]

But a yard sard? Yeah, that's what I'm having. One big happy yard sale to get rid of all the happiest items in my life. [ come on, like he honestly chose for the room to turn out like this? no, not necessarily, but Isaac isn't always the brightest crayon in the box and his mind isn't exactly the happiest of places. ]

Should have made it a Denny's or something. Then we could at least eat good food.

[feathery]

Try it.

[Davesprite doesn't expect it to work, but why the fuck not? It would be awesome if it did.

At the thought of food, he leans over to pick up the take-out box. Isaac just gave him the closest thing to permission and he wants to see if there's anything inside, ok.]

[frigidaire]

[ he gives him a look. because as much as he'd like to think denny's is going to appear, it doesn't. but the room does fill with the scent of warm mexican food the moment Dave picks up the takeout box. it's like torture. ]

Bad enough we don't have decent food here, but then to smell that? [ because anything even remotely resembling a burrito right now would be heaven. the box is empty, alas, but Dave might get a glimpse of this memory when he picks it up. might even feel the sting of landing on his his back after Isaac was hit. no big deal. ]

[feathery]

Hey, it's your subconscious.

[Davesprite, being Davesprite, sniffs the fast food carton. Is that where the smell is coming from? Is there a source? Man, Isaac's subconscious, you suck. At least cough up the food, bro.

He grimaces a little at the memory—maybe more at the awkwardness than taking the hit—and shoots Isaac a look of his own.]

Asking your friend to punch you, dude? What did you even do.

[frigidaire]

[ even Isaac grimaces when Bird Dave smells the carton. seriously, who knows how long that thing has been sitting there. if it's anything like his bedroom at McCall house... ]

It's weird. [ well, the situation with Scott, and what a weird memory to play. he wishes he had a little more control, but his own thoughts come so spontaneously sometimes that it'd be hard to plan anything. ]

I mean. He broke up with a girl, and I liked her, so. [ he frowns when he says this, voice a touch quieter. thinking about her wasn't always easy. ] It only seemed fair to give him the option. You know. He was thinking it. You could tell, in the way that he just looked? And I like to get to the point so. I beat him to the punch. I probably deserved it.

[feathery]

[Davesprite had to hide food in his closet as a kid and learn about mold the hard way, so nbd. He does put the box back down, though.]

Oh. [Man, he is so glad he never had to deal with liking the same girl as John. Which...didn't stop fifteen-year-old John from punching thirteen-year-old Davesprite in Asgard, but that's because Davesprite broke his sister's heart. So. Maybe that's not much better.]

Yeah, I guess that would be pretty complicated. Still not sure getting socked by your supernatural bro was the best course of action, [LIKE HE SHOULD EVEN TALK] but whatever helps you both sleep easy at night.

[frigidaire]

[ well, he never had to hide in a closet, but he wasn't often given food before his stints in the freezer box, so fair is fair. probably better no one bothers with the takeout box -- teenage boys and old leftovers don't mix. ]

It gets it out of the way. I felt a little bad about it. [ but also not? because sorry, Allison was attractive. but even the thought of her draws a deep frown across his lips. it's easier to pretend he's on a space ship and that the things back home just didn't happen. ]

But yeah, the punching. He didn't hit that hard. I'd be more afraid of his mom than him, though.

[feathery]

[He lets out a soft heh at the comment about Scott's mom.]

Wolf Mom sounds like she runs a tight ship. I dunno, I always thought it would be pretty cool to have a mom. Not that mine isn't cool, but she's also like. My alt universe teen mom, who is technically younger than I am. That's kind of fucked up, right.

[He says all this while he regards Isaac's piles of memory stuff, like he's not really sure what else he's supposed to touch.]

[frigidaire]

Yeah, it's weird having a good mom. Mine ran off, did the whole shitty parent thing then fucked off.

[ he shrugs easily, like it's no big deal to say scathing things about parents. in a way, it isn't, not for him. those people don't exist in his life anymore. ] I mean, Scott's mom is pretty nice, but it's just weird.

[ ... but maybe not as weird as Dave's mom. ] So wait, your only mom is some weird like... alternative universe version of your mom? Is that even possible? That's really fucked up. And weird. How does that even happen? Were you on bad drugs?

[ he kicks around some of the things, like he's not happy even with his own weird little mind box. he pauses when he gets to the freezer, considering it before turning back and grabbing the photograph instead, like the freezer itself has just propelled him away. he holds it out for Dave to see. ] That's my family. Pretty boring. So at least you have a cool story to tell.

[feathery]

Let's just say my backstory sounds like something out of a shitty sci-fi movie. It's kind of complicated.

[He only watches Isaac restlessly move around his own headspace, and blinks when he presents the photo. He's really only seen family pictures like this in movies, so his head tilts before it snaps back up, a little embarrassed.]

It's not really that cool. Growing up, it was just me and my bro, and he— [Davesprite makes a vague gesture, like he's waving off the topic with the back of a hand.] I didn't even know I had a sister until I was thirteen.

[But speaking of—]

So one of those kids is you, right. I didn't know you had a brother.

tl;dr

[frigidaire]

I'm going to assume your brother was an asshole. Hopefully your long-lost sister wasn't.

[ he shrugs and turns the photo around in his hands to look at it. and maybe most kids this age would smile or look fondly on it, but Isaac just frowns. it deepens at the question. ]

Yeah, was in the military, went off, never came back, you know the deal. [ it bothers him, more than he's showing but the words fly out of his mouth like they're rote at this point. no, he doesn't have any coping problems, none at all. ] Mom left early on and then it... was, well me and Dad. [ he shrugs, setting the picture down, a gesture none too different from Dave's hand wave before. nothing to see here, keep moving. ] He's gone, too.

[ by now, he's said this so many times that it comes off flat, pretty blunt. it's easier not to talk about those things, right? ]

i think u mean perfectly acceptable tag length

[feathery]

[It gets a flicker of something from Davesprite, but it's hard to tell what.]

Oh. Sorry.

[He says it in a way that comes off more matter-of-fact than anything else. Like it sucks, he knows it sucks, and sometimes people trying to be sympathetic makes it worse.

He does a minor circuit of the room, just looking and not touching, from the poster to the shovel to stepping over never-melting pile of ice.]

Why a French flag.

[frigidaire]

Before this place kidnapped me, I was going to France. Er, with a friend.

[ could Mr. Argent be considered a friend? or was he more family at this point? probably both. the room takes on a distinct chill, like the freezer might have kicked on. he's not given himself time to think about Allison here, and whoops, there he is. thinking about her death, her dying. ]

But I hear France is boring anyway. Why, you want it? [ he even picks it up and half-heartedly throws it at Dave. look, Bird Dave, a gift. ]

[feathery]

[Davesprite is a Texas kid, so he notices the temperature dip quicker than most. Shit. Did he fuck up? Is there something chilly about France? How does he make the temperature undrop—

Oh.

He catches the flag, a little surprised, and holds it at arms length.]

Not really my colors. They clash pretty bad with orange. [Never mind his alt self's taste in red and the fact he isn't orange anymore.]

[frigidaire]

I don't know, the weird clash of colors might be good for you. Show off your weird personality, you know.

[ he shrugs, kicking things about in his room as he wanders it. amazing what the mind will do, isn't it? the temperature stays chilly. sorry, bird boy, apparently angst means cold. ]

Where are you even from anyway? Nowhere normal. You know, wings and all.

[feathery]

[The greatest of tragedies: cold weather.

He drops his arms, though he's not really sure what he should do with the flag. He vaguely remembers something about dropping flags on the ground being disrespectful, but like he cares about that. Earth's a dead dustball, anyway.]

I dunno, Houston wasn't anything special. It's not like I always had wings; I used to be... [He trails off, rethinking his phrasing.] ...I looked like a regular kid.

[Since even if he doesn't look particularly birdy at this point in time, he's never exactly been normal.]

[frigidaire]

So you weren't always an annoying bird man?

[ there's not a lot of fire behind it, and Isaac rolls his eyes a little bit. ] It's not like I was always a werewolf either, but here we are. On a space ship. As a bird man and wolf man. We're really ticking off all of the "this must be a bad movie" boxes.

[ he shrugs a little and leans back against the wall, stuffing hands into his pockets. ] But yeah. Sounds like we've had a blast. Maybe that's why they kidnapped us. Huston sounds pretty boring, though.

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[feathery]

[He shrugs back and moves to drop the flag on the freezer.]

It was alright. Warmer than here, which instantly puts it head and shoulders above your brainbox. Seriously, dude, you got a thermostat in here, because it could use a little tune up.

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[frigidaire]

[ sorry, Davesprite, if you wanted it to be warmer, you shouldn't have drawn his attention to the freezer. because the moment that the flag touches the freezer (and likely Davesprite's hand), he will get a glimpse of Isaac, being chained into a box freezer, the metal walls scratched and stained, very much like the gashes all around the room they're currently standing it.

there might even be laughter, muffled somewhere outside of the box itself before Davesprite is thrown back into reality. or whatever fucked dream world this is. ]

Yeah, right, I'll work on that.

[ whoops, every muscle in his body is tense, and he eyes Davesprite nervously. ] Maybe you should have just kept the flag. France is weird. I was supposed to go there. I got an A in French at least.

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[feathery]

Fuck. Uh.

[He shoots a look at Isaac, one hand unconsciously rubbing the back of his neck, and takes two steps away from the freezer—and, more subtly, Isaac. Like he isn't sure how much he fucked up and doesn't want to stand too close to find out.]

Cool. I never took French. Never took any language if you want to be real, but I know goddamn Welsh for some reason. Which is useless as fuck, to be perfectly honest; it's not like there's a Welshland [WALES, DAVESPRITE] to visit or nothing. Just endless spaceland, like a fucked up Disney trip that's never gonna end. Like whoops, sorry you wanted to check that planet out. Get your ass back in the car, junior, we're not hitting a pitstop for another bathroom break until we've passed three planets.

[He grimaces a little. He's not totally sure what he just saw in Isaac's head, but it's enough to rattle him and set all his preteen paranoia on high alert. Combined with the laughter, it's like Lil Cal is ready to jump out of a corner at him.]

Shit. Sorry. My bad.

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[frigidaire]

[ yeah, well, not the first time someone's been afraid of him. he's almost killed a good handful of people before (and most of them he wanted to). it isn't that which bothers isaac, but even he can hear the echoed laughter, it's not just part of the memory, but it does fade eventually. doesn't change the fact that he is digging his nails into his palms. pain makes you human, after all, is what Derek had told him, after all. ]

Welsh is pretty useless, but it's Wales, I think. Not Welshland. But what kind of name is Wales, anyway.

[ and he shrugs, letting Davesprite ramble, because now he's just too keenly aware of the freezer, the chain near it, the shattered glass on the floor. ] Not like you meant to. Not like I meant to. Just -- it's nothing. [ but it is very much something. bute it's not exactly easy to explain away, and maybe it's better they just talk about weird space instead. ]

Disney in space, huh? Sounds like a pretty fucked family road trip.

bye

[feathery]

[It's less fear and more guilt. But Davesprite doesn't want to cause a fight where neither of them can abscond; he's way more afraid of the idea of that than of Isaac, if he's honest. He's sick to death of fighting.]

Sure it's nothing. Everyone always says it's nothing. [His inflection is a little weird, almost bitter before it falls short into a dead kind of matter-of-factness. He pockets his hands, looking down at the glass on the floor.]

But whatever, right. No wonder they use this shit as reality TV bait. Road trips are like their own fucking movie genre.