1st Cupcake [action/text forever]

[stubbornskeptic]

[...Okay, she was crying, so being wet as a result is to be expected. But she was almost certain that her front yard hadn’t been turned into a lake, so this...being soaked through business is a little alarming. Enough so that she looks up, tears beginning to fade as the shock sets in.

...That’s not her house. Not at all.

Jane Crocker is getting really tired of this stupid game and its stupid shenanigans! She just wants to go home and cry into a pillow about stupid boys! Is that too much to ask?!

Apparently! Because now she’s soaking wet in the middle of, what, some town she’s never seen? With...with people in it?

People?

The burning frustration and sadness in her gut starts to melt away. None of this is adding up. She hasn’t seen anybody but her friends (and that kooky clown) for months. Certainly everyone has passed-- that’s what Dirk and Roxy told her, right? So...who are these people?

The Mystery of the Ghosts of a Dead Planet sounds like a good title, Jane thinks. So good that she ought to write it down to tell Roxy later, um, after Roxy is done being mad at her for what she said. Jane reaches into her sylladex for a computer and-- oh, that’s right. She sorta just smashed the one she had. But...wait. No, there’s one in here? A phone thing?

...A starfish?

Jane makes her way to one side, ignoring the people-who-might-be-ghosts-who-knows-with-this-game-really for the time being. She’s got bigger fish to fry, basically literally. After some fiddling, Jane solves at least one mystery and manages to type out a message:]

Roxy?
Dirk?
Jake?
I can’t seem to put in any names on this thing, so I’m hoping it’s just sort of...broadcasting.
Um.
If anybody else is reading this, my name is Jane and I’m not sure where I am!
Also I’m getting a little cold.

[After a long, painful pause, she adds:]

Dad?

[And with that, decides to do some observation while she waits for responses, wandering around the plaza as inconspicuously as possible while still dripping wet.]

Comments

[stridercentric]

call me bro.

and just because i know this shit is gonna come up eventually i might as well clarify right now.

its bro of the strider family. im like dirk only older and more badass. which you may find hard to believe. dirks already an incredible fucking badass. im still a level up from that.

[stubbornskeptic]

[Give her a moment.]












You're DIRK?!
How can you be Dirk?!
You don't even type in orange!

[stridercentric]

k. see. now youre stereotyping.

not every dirk types in orange. thats not to say that i cant. i just dont fucking feel like it. hell back when i got started on the net there was no such thing as orange typing.

you kids these days and your colored fonts and your capital letters and your proper punctuation.

[stubbornskeptic]

Oh God, you sound just like a black Dirk.
I mean!
I mean I suppose if you're some alternate reality Dirk than you could be some race or another but that isn't...
What I meant.
Um.
You have to forgive me.
Dirk is one of my oldest friends and while I suppose your existence makes as much sense as my Poppop being a teenager here too, it's a little...much to take in.

[stridercentric]

this is what i meant when i was talking about surprises. shit like this right here.

now i know what youre thinking. "two dirks? how will my mind ever be able to grasp raw awesome of such magnitude?" to which i say. calm your tits.

just take your time to let it all sink in.

[stubbornskeptic]

You say that as if I have a choice.
From what I gather, I'll have plenty of time to calm these raging tits of mine.
I don't suppose there are any others of your ilk whom I'll have to grow accustomed to, while we're at it?

[stridercentric]

uh. just old people being teens i guess.

no teens being badass adults like me. its hella disappointing.

[stubbornskeptic]

That does make things a little bit easier for me personally, at least.
I'm not sure I'm ready to meet my adult doppelganger.
It sounds a little daunting, to be quite honest.

[stridercentric]

daunting? theres nothing daunting about a sweet old lady.

uh. not that i knew her too well. but im pretty damn sure the old lady you doesnt fall into the evil granny category.

youd have to ask the egbert kid for more deets.

[stubbornskeptic]

I suppose it does sound awfully silly when you put it that way.
I just don't know if I'm ready to "see my future", as it were.

[stridercentric]

ok yeah. that makes sense.

good thing shes not here then. only future youll have to gaze upon is dirks. which is a mighty fine one i might add.

[stubbornskeptic]

It doesn't seem so bad, yes.
Not that you are in any position to evaluate your own fineness, I might add!
And if we're getting technical, all I've gotten to see is your fine black text.
So I should really reserve my judgement until I get a better picture of where Dirk is headed, hoo hoo.

[stridercentric]

subtlety isnt your thing huh?

if you wanna see me in person all youve gotta do is ask. maybe beg a little. throw in the magic word. and cookies. id love me some of teen nannas homemade cookies.

[stubbornskeptic]

What's there to be subtle about? :B
And I'm always up for making cookies.
Although, uh.
Not actually this minute.
It's been kind of a rough day.

[stridercentric]

yeah sure.

i can wait. i mean. not like ive got anywhere to be or whatever. no business trips planned.

you take your time settling in and shit. ill be here. yearning for a taste of your sweet pastries.

[stubbornskeptic]

You can bet that they are on their way.
Hot out of the oven, if I can time it right.
Although I suppose if you just come over and help there's no need to worry about that.

[And then the flirting was less intentional, oops.]

[stridercentric]

well well miss crocker. that sure sounds like an invitation into your lovely home.

no takebacksies.

sure ill help you bake your cookies. these hands of mine are pretty damn crafty if you know what I mean.

[stubbornskeptic]

I wouldn't dream of relinquishing your invitation.
And I'll just have to see how skilled those hands are for myself, now won't I?

[stridercentric]

see and maybe even feel. if youre lucky.

depends how good those cookies are.

[stubbornskeptic]

Hoo hoo hoo.
You Strider boys are naughty as a breed, aren't you?
I'll have to keep that in mind.

For now, though, the littler version of you is on his way.
Should I tell him you're already after my cookies?

[stridercentric]

you could. but id bet my tight ass hes already reading this anyway.

i know i would if i were him. and wouldnt you know it? i kinda am.