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Who: Dirk Strider, Jade Harley, and the Three Stooges. [aka bro, dave, and davesprite]
When: Friday, early evening before any sirens
Where: Streets and the apartment
Summary: A chick and a totally rad dude go on a personal quest to bond with his forefathers, unwillingly. Also there are puppets. It's like a musical but sans any actual singing.
Warnings: PG-13 for a dirty mouth. It's cool though, they got soap.

It's a strange, cruel twist of fate, that Dirk is at the right place, at entirely the wrong time. He'd been particularly annoyed by the soundtrack of whatever movie Jake had happened to be swallowed by that day, and had given up on finishing the numerous blueprints for important projects to be out shopping for the necessary parts.

Which is why ten minutes into his excursion, before he's even had a chance to make any purchases, he runs into one Jade Harley on the side walk, he steps smoothly past her with nothing more than a nod, entirely content to bypass her as if he hadn't seen her.

For being such a big place, he had the irritating in ability to go more than five paces without running into the people from 'home' that he'd rather avoid.

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"Hmm!"

She says it but isn't actually thinking about it, although she does scrunch up her face exaggeratedly as if she were. Of course, she could've just let him walk past her on the street and gone about her day, but geez back home they've got two more years left of traveling before they can make it to the new session and meet the players there, and here in the Port there's no need for waiting at all, let alone for so long. She may know a lot now, but also only so much, so she's curious.

"Maybe I do. I'm shopping, too. I almost forgot how no one here knows how to work with uranium or use basic stuff like cookalizers or transportalizers. Though I guess I don't need one of those anymore anyway."

"I meant from me."

There isn't any bite to his voice, but he figures it was pretty obvious what he was getting at. Shopping is pretty standard fair. He might not have ever gotten a chance to do it before Siren's Port, but if you wanted to eat, be clothed and fed properly, it was necessary for all of those things.

It still had nothing to do with him or why she was speaking to him, though. "Uranium is a better source of energy that what they're using, more sustainable. It's useful whether or not you technically need it. If a source can be found."

Lookit how good he humours.

She grins brightly before answering.

"I wanted to talk to you, duhh!"

She skips forward a few steps so she's less trailing behind him remarkably like a bad stalker and more keeping up with his pace as best she can before going on.

"We never got to talk that much before I went back to the Medium or after I got back."

He'll slow down, surprisingly, once she starts trying actively to keep up with him. It's not like he's labeling her as a malicious sort of person, that isn't anything he's read about her, and Jake turned out nothing like that.

It doesn't however, mean he's any more at ease with her seemingly taking an interest in him where there wasn't one before. He doesn't like having questions.

"I didn't know we had anything to talk about. I figured the lack of communication was intentional."

"Well, I was kind of busy with going back and then coming back and everything! Besides, didn't you want to know if I ever got any uranium?"

She smiles at him in a completely innocent and not even a tiny bit playful or devious fashion.

He stops abruptly at that. Congratulations, Jade Harley. You've gotten yourself 100% Strider focus, beneath the shades anyway. He'll tilt his head a little bit to the left, curious. He doesn't care about the rest of it, he still doesn't think they have any particular unfinished business, so he'll skip right to the point.

"And did you?"

She walks a few steps before realizing he's stopped, but instead of backtracking, she spins around so that she's facing him.

"I did! It's not as much as I'm used to working with, and I didn't want to take too much from Mr Chaolan, but it's better than nothing."

"Thanks for the information."

Now he just needs to figure out who this guy is, and how to get his hands on some of it. Unlike Jade, he has no qualms about cleaning the guy out of the stuff, if it comes to that. What he needs the Uranium for is a lot more important.

But he'll be moving to try and go around her now.

Except oops, she backs up a few steps, crossing her arms.

"That's it?"

She doesn't actually look or sound overly annoyed.

Another stop, this time with a slight thinning of his mouth. There are things he needed to have done, today, and she's definitely starting to do more than just be a little wayside distraction.

"Yes. I don't have anything else to discuss. And neither do you." There's a beat in between the phrases. "Enjoy your day, English."

She frowns a little, seeing the dismissal and not entirely liking it, opens her mouth to say something and - blinks. She uncrosses her arms, looking surprised and more than a little confused.

"What?"

It had only taken him a second of distraction to forget entirely. For some unknown reason, in this alternate universe, Jade didn't share a surname with her counterpart. Both of the names the older woman had in her lifetime, were different. Once he'd started to dismiss her, he'd already gone back to planning several steps ahead.

At least, ignorance is something he can claim. If he has to.

"Don't worry about it, you aren't exactly Jake's grandmother, yet."

Oh right. At first she'd wondered, if Jake's last name is English then what that meant. Not that grandchildren having different names from grandparents is that unusual, she supposed, but it opened up possibilities for her future. That was, though, before she'd found out that Jake is in some ways not her grandson at all, but the grandson of the Jade Harley in the scratched universe - or, it'd seem, Jade English.

"Future spoilers, huh?" And then - "Oh, that reminds me! Did you ever get a chance to meet Dave or Davesprite?"

"Something like that." Not that he was much of a stickler for those, considering it wasn't her future, nor would it ever have anything to do with her. Outside of this little Canadian city, anyway. It simply wasn't his place to explain anything, and he had no interest in jumping this hurdle if he didn't have to.

He certainly had no intention of telling Dave- either of them.

"I've spoken with them." Close enough, right? And well, he'd run into Davesprite once, when they'd gone missing. He doesn't really count it as much of a meeting.

No, not even a little bit close enough, and her mouth opens into an exaggeratedly perfect o of surprise.

"What! Really? But that's so dumb, you're in the same city and everything."

"I know."

But they aren't his Dave's. Not now, and not ever. On top of that, he's met their brother, the one who's supposed to be an alternate version of him. He's here, healthy and alive. Even if he wanted to compete with that he can't. He doesn't know any version of Dave, and starting at square one with one who might be nothing like the guy he's trying to resurrect...

Well, it's not his priority. "Our level of communication is mutually intentional." So leave it alone, Harley.

"I know that," she says, and her tone is maybe more long-suffering than someone would expect of her (normally the cause of a tone like that). "But that is still stupid, you do not even know how long the three of you might be here! Dave's already gone back once already and everything."

She stares at him a moment, and then just rolls her eyes, before striding up to him and...

> Jade: Make use of excessive ladygrit to pick up the Strider. Nooo, not like that.

She does, hauling him up right over her shoulder.

Edited 2012-05-26 07:23 (UTC)