First Run - Hi, what the hell?

[speeding]

Okay. So.

• Magical journal? Check.
• Shower has been had? Check.
• Actually not-goopy clothing that still doesn't really fit? Check.
• Waking up in the most insane excuse for a social study without any memories or, you know, clothes, and being told the low-down by some poor girl who looked like she was going to faint? Double check.
• Getting practically manhandled around to god knows where without anyone telling me what the hell this is about and ending up writing this next to an endless rack of lady's high heels? GO TIME.

But seriously, magical journal, what the heck is going on?

Uh, and if these things work the way I'm told they are supposed to-- Hello there my fellow lab rats. I guess welcome me to the maze? And, you know, direct me to the cheese and not the sparks.

The name's Dash, by the way. As in dashingly handsome, or dashing to the rescue. You know, I’m good with either.

god I feel like a dork talking to a journal.

Comments

[distant-dragon.livejournal.com]

Sure until they land you in the hospital thanks to an allergic reaction.

...'Gramps'? How old do you think I am?

[speeding]

Yeah, but worth every minute, right?

I dunno, how old are you?

I guess like, forties?

[child-proteus.livejournal.com]

heh. you too, huh? before we met, i though D was a fossil.

[speeding]

Okay, the way he talks right? It's so the way he talks.

I'm glad it's not just me.

[child-proteus.livejournal.com]

So totally not just you, dude. I thought maybe he was a librarian. Or like a math teacher in a past life.

[speeding]

This makes me feel a little better.

A little.

Yeah, that makes sense. Or like, a science geek or something.

[distant-dragon.livejournal.com]

...I am so tempted to do evil things to you.

[child-proteus.livejournal.com]

keep on chirping there, little birdie.

[distant-dragon.livejournal.com]

You're cruising for your own short-sheeting at this rate.

[child-proteus.livejournal.com]

Lucky for me I don't have sheets, huh?

Or a bed.

Or a pillow.


god what I wouldn't give for a pillow right now

[distant-dragon.livejournal.com]

For now.

You want one? I'm up in the tree right now, I can grab one and bring it down on my next run.

[distant-dragon.livejournal.com]

Nothing is worth a breathing tube down the throat. Nothing.

...

Mid-to-late teens. Somewhere in there. Want, Throne, and I are all roughly the same age.

[speeding]

Not even fire ants? I mean come on how often do you get to see giant fire ants?

Oh.






Wow.

Sorry dude.

[distant-dragon.livejournal.com]

No, not even fire ants. Nothing is worth that.

...I seem to get that a lot.

[speeding]

I'll take your word for it I guess.

Yeah.

Um.

Well.






youdokindoftalklikeyou'reold.

[distant-dragon.livejournal.com]

...

Just because I don't have the same frame of reference as the others and my every other word isn't some form of slang? I'm from a very, very different place, that's all.

...and definitely not old.

[child-proteus.livejournal.com]

he's not saying you're old, dude. he's just saying you talk like you are.

all you need to say is 'holy crow' and 'gee criminey' and i think you'd be totally set.

[speeding]

Yeah, a different place where everyone speaks old apparently.







How about "Get off my lawn!" or "Dangnabbit!" that'd kind of set him as terminally old, whatever his age.

[distant-dragon.livejournal.com]

...what?

Okay, now you people are starting in with the unintelligible talk again.

[speeding]

Let me analyze this sentence for you Drake, as a personal favor.

...

No never mind, I tried. I think it's incurable. Too deeply ingrained I suspect. Sorry, it's terminal.

You talk like an old person. It's not going to get better without probably lots of therapy and some serious surgery.

[distant-dragon.livejournal.com]

I talk the way I talk.

You want talking like an old person, go listen to Seraph or something.

[speeding]

Dude.

Teasing.






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