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[moveslikestrider]

ugh shit my head feels like it got smashed up against a couple of walls
if this is what a hangover feels like that noise can skip right off somewhere
i dont even care where just somewhere??
ahahaha that was not a witty sentence at all
f minus for dave strider and his attempts to sort himself out
speaking of that why does it feel like im in a vice thats
[There's a rustling sound from the gear followed by a sharp inhale of breath.]
is this for real seriously
i cant even decide what to think about this because im not getting enough air in this two sizes too small shirt get up
i mean it makes my ass look incredible
this is so stupid i cant even lift a leg without my pants threatening to give up the ghost
who the hell decided to shrink my sweet gear thats just a traversity
well its not exactly sweet its something out of a renaissance fair
how the fuck am i going to get out of this stuff its pasted onto me like glue
who the hell would do that though that just seems dumber than spending all this time remarking about this
[There's a growl that echoes before Dave keeps going.]
what oh hey
i remember you
feels like its been a year since we shared the sky together and went darting around like we lost our minds
why did i give you shades that just seems so dumb in retrospect like trying to pay homage to something when the real deal is around
but between you and me this doesnt feel like my life anymore
i couldnt really believe it when i had it because its so picture perfect straight out of some fantasy a lonely guy might have

--RRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-- wait what the fuck?

[Dave's soliloquy about his ill-fitting clothes is brought to an abrupt halt by the tail end of a very loud, very aggravated shout. It might be hard to tell exactly who the voice belongs to at first, since it can be a little difficult to judge nonsensical yelling. But once he starts speaking, it becomes clear that the voice belongs to John Egbert.]

Where the hell am I? [A slight pause, during which time we can only assume that John takes survey of his surroundings and discovers...] DAVE!!!! Oh my god, it's great to finally see you again! Wherever here is!

[There's an array of vague bumping, stumbling, and rustling noises that we're going to assume is John getting out of his own bed and moving over to Dave's. Because that's exactly what it is. Unfortunately, he still doesn't seem to have remembered how to use his indoor voice because he's still kind of yelling.]

I missed you so mu-- where are my sweet god tier pajamas? What the hell is this, it doesn't even fit!!!

[There's a sound almost like laughter but it's a bit muffled.]
ok ok lets remember not to bellow like some beast
were in a hospital here
what if you woke some poor old lady or something

Why are we in a hospital...?

[It's quieter, but...ultimately, not enough. Because before Dave gets the chance to answer another growl can be heard, but it's decidedly not of the Pokemon race.]

Jesus fucking Christ will the two of you SHUT THE FUCK UP?!

[It sounds like something fluffy and soft hit at least one of them at a rather high velocity followed by a second one and then more from the now recognizable voice of Rose Lalonde.]

I swear to god neither of you know how the fuck to be quiet do you? Is that a hard concept? I thought not but apparently you both still know how to surprise me! Jesus fuck my head feels like it's splitting open ugh. Fucking asinine Skaia-vexing addlepates I swear to GOD.

[ooc: Translation with no colors: here.]

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[believeit]

....You guys are loud.

[UZUMAKI NARUTO. THE MOST HELPFUL.]

[tentacletrainer]

Don't you even start.

[[SHE'S NOT HAVING IT. THEY ARE LOUD. NOT HER.]]

[believeit]

[Harsh, Rose D:]

What are you guys even doing over there anyway?

[tentacletrainer]

Waking up from one of those memory comas. In the Pokecenter, apparently.

[[Her head is hurt. She will kill a man to get it to stop.]]

[believeit]

Oh, those comas. [Okay, he can be a little more sympathetic now.]

Did all three of you wake up at the same time then?

[tentacletrainer]

Yeah. Well, somewhat. Dave and John obviously did before me. But yes, we did. I suppose we also fell asleep at the same time as well.

[believeit]

So if you were sleeping, how come you're hungover? Were you drunk before your coma, or were you dream-drinking?

[Important question obvs.]

[tentacletrainer]

I suppose you could say I was dream-drinking. Back home, I ah...drank quite a bit. And was drunk just before waking up. The sudden change upon waking up was a bit jarring.

[believeit]

Did you get taller too? Pretty sure Dave was sayin' he felt bigger or something.

[ghostytrainer]

[POT. KETTLE. BLACK.]

Well sooooooooorry! [He doesn't actually sound that sorry.] It's not like I knew Dave was recording anything or that Rose was apparently hungover. Excuse a guy for having a crisis of placement!

[believeit]

Well, he was, and everyone heard it.

Why were you guys drinking alcohol anyway, I thought you were my age. You're Dave's friends right? [Well, obviously. But he never really met any of you before.]

[ghostytrainer]

Uh, we weren't drinking. Or well I definitely wasn't and I am pretty sure Dave wasn't either. We were all unconscious in one of those memory coma things, apparently.

[News to him, but most things are news to him right now.]

But yes, we are Dave's friends. We are all best friends, actually! I am not sure how old you are or... who you are for that matter, but the three of us are sixteen.

[believeit]

Man, those comas are pretty annoying, one of my friends was out for what seemed like forever.

And yeah, I'm sixteen too! I know Dave, sorta, we talked a few times.

[ghostytrainer]

Tell me about it. Why did nobody ever tell me just how much these things suck? Like... really would have appreciated the head's up there. "Just so you know John, memory comas leave you with disoriented, aggravated, and with a headache to boot if you try and understand things!" [Though his yelling really probably didn't help with that, let's face it.] I want a refund. But mostly I want to know why I am the only one who can't seem to remember everything.

Anyway, that's cool. Friend of a friend, 'sup I am John.

[believeit]

Hey, I'm Naruto!

How come you don't remember though? I thought that's what usually happens, people wake up and it's like they lived their lives some more back home. Sorta like a dream, except its a real dream. I think?

[ghostytrainer]

Why does that sound familiar?

[Unfortunately, since John doesn't remember Tenten yet, he can't seem to remember that she's mentioned Naruto to him before.]

Eh, whatever. Anyway, nice to meet you. And that was partially a lie on my part. Because I haven't completely forgotten everything, it's just coming back to me kinda slowly? Like all my memories from here are fuzzy but all the ones from back home are sharp and clear in my mind. So yeah, dream is probably the best way to put it. But right now, the dream feels real and I guess what was actually real feels like a dream? Urgh... never mind, not even going down that road.

[believeit]

Uh- I dunno?

[Shutting up again, he listens to what John has to say.]

Sorta like a genjutsu then? Ninja use them a lot at home, you can put people under an illusion and everything looks and feels real to them, even though its not. Is that what you're saying its like?

[moveslikestrider]

Why does everyone get on a guy for just letting the narration flow? I don't even get it. Just let it fly. Don't stifle the creativity. Anyway, yo.

[believeit]

Yo!

So she's pretty mad at you. [Remembering those conversations they had at the prom...]

Is she the one that's your girlfriend?

[moveslikestrider]

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She's my sister.

[believeit]

...Oh. Whoops.

[moveslikestrider]

It's cool. She's not normally shouty like this. She'll chill out soon enough. [Hopefully.]

[believeit]

Yeah, your other friend said she's hungover, right? I don't get the appeal, the adults I know who drink sake a lot end up just feeling ill and yelling a lot.

[Why do hungover people yell so much??]

[moveslikestrider]

Fuck if I know what the appeal is. And yeah, she's feeling the hair of the dog that bit her.

[Good question.]

[believeit]

She got bitten by a dog?