driftfleet | Sweet dreams are made of these...

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ROOMS BY CHARACTER

Abigail Hobbs

Aiya/Gray Nightingale

Adrasteius Anor'thalion

Ahsoka Tano

Alex Russo

Allen Walker

Anders

Anthony Crowley

Asteffiel

Axel

B - D

Bran Stark

Cayde-6

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

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[Davesprite stares at him.]

A pedophile werewolf. Really. No one dismembers him? Or is he some kind of unkillable freak who gets murdered and resurrected through a fucked up pedo ritual. Does the object of his grody affections bring him back out of some misplaced sense of duty. Or. Christ, I don't know. These books are fucking dark.

Wow. You really let your imagination go wild, didn't you?

[ sorry, Isaac's the one doing the staring now. ]

[He rolls his eyes a little.]

Unlike some people, I didn't read the books.

Unlike some people, I'm not making someone's brain box a nightmare, so.

[ a sort of 'what bro' tilt of the head. ] Seriously that mexican smells disgusting.

Yeah, yeah.

[He pops open the lid of the box and presents it to Isaac, like well?]

You're the one making it stink the place up. You want it?

Edited (i can't spell) 2016-01-21 04:31 (UTC)

No.

[ and because magical brain box powers, he makes that awful takeout go away. ]

But now I wish this ship had more than gel and powder.

Seriously. What I wouldn't give for a fuckin' pizza. I haven't had pizza in months.

[Asgard had great pizza, ok. And it was awesome not having to constantly run to an alchemiter or hide non-perishables in his closet when he wanted a snack. Oh god, he's starting to sound nostalgic.]

Don't even talk about pizza. I could kill for one. Seriously.

[ or anything decently food shaped and flavored. the need is real. ]

Maybe we'll go back to Earth one day. Wouldn't that be a miracle.

[That gets a flicker of something strange to cross Davesprite's face. Getting a chance to see Earth again for real and not some facsimile of it isn't something he's ever really considered.]

Dude, you've got no idea. But it'll probably be some version with a harrowing future. I heard it flooded four centuries on.

Are you talking about Noah and the Arc?

[ that's the story right? or was that Adam and the Arc? he's not very good at this religion nonsense. ] I don't know if I'd go home or not, though, if I had the chance. It'd be weird, but pretty sure this place is weirder.

I'm from 2009. Or 2012. 2014? I don't fucking know anymore, but come on, dude. Does that sound like prehistoria to you.

[He's insulted. Or not really, but he isn't that much of a dinosaur.]

Why wouldn't you go back.

Pretty much. You act like you're ancient. Old man.

[ he shrugs. ] I don't know, I probably would. My pack needs me, but. I don't know, things were pretty weird when I left.

Then respect your fucking elders and get off my lawn. Take your brain box with you.

[His head just tilts at the comment about Isaac's pack.]

But ok, that's vague.

It's my brain box, you get out. That's how this works.

[ he folds his arms over his chest, frowning. ]

What do you want my life story, too? A friend died, back home. So thinks are just... weird.

Nah, I got seniority.

[He's not actually sure if he has seniority. But he at least has the decency to look awkward.]

Wasn't really expecting an elaboration, to be honest. Sorry, dude.

Whatever. People die, it happens.

[ he shrugs, looking nonchalant even though thinking about Allison and the way things panned out? it's not exactly a happy thought. ] Weirder things have happened. Like you. You're wearing sunglasses inside, in a brain box. That's pretty weird.

I guess.

[Davesprite doesn't look nonchalant, but he doesn't look anything else, either.]

Get used to the sunglasses. They're practically a motif.

[ Isaac isn't even sure what to say to a lot of things. but Davesprite makes it easy to change the topic, at the very least. he scrunches his nose, however, and rolls his eyes. ]

And I bet you go to Starbucks and wear plaid a lot, too. What, those sunglasses prescription?

It's a health condition.

[His tone is neutral to the point that it sounds true. (Too bad it isn't true.)]

I've got Stilleritis.

Yeah, serious condition. I don't know if I want someone as crazy as you in my brain box.

[ too late, Isaac. ]

...Stilleritis?

Yeah, if I don't maintain a careful UV balance, I'll wake up one morning with a weird, sort of gaunt face. It would be the thing of nightmares. Legends.

[How he can say such stupid shit with a straight face and sound completely serious is a mystery.]

It's also hells of irreversible and only worsens with old age, so watch out for those crow's feet.

[ a rather poignant, purposeful silence fills the space around them, Isaac staring across at Davesprite, a distantly disturbed and concerned look on his face. ]

You're always gaunt, and you're definitely already a nightmare, so. 2-0.

[ he shrugs easily, like he's not said anything rude or dramatic at all, of course. ]

[Oh, good, the staring is over. Isaac saying rude or dramatic things is vastly preferable to the weird silence.]

And you haven't even had to deal with the feathers. Talk about closed-minded.

Your shining personality does it all on its own.

[ come at him, bro, he'll sass right back. ]

Says the dude with a danky box for a brainhole.

[There isn't even a door. This is literally close-minded.]

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