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riverviewlogs2017-08-15 09:35 pm
chumpelstiltskin) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-08-15 09:35 pm
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[closed] Mistake still burning but I'm learning like a raptor
who: Dave and John
what: Big boys need a big house, moving out of the communal rooms and into their own place.
when: During the Amnesia event, entirely unrelated to it.
where: In a nice little house somewhere.
warnings: Cussing.
Despite the fact that Dave has lived independently for almost the majority of his life, there's something novel about the experience of claiming a house and moving into it. It's very adult, it's very.. well, normal. Needless to say, no living situation Dave has ever been in has ever been quite so normal, which is interesting considering the fact that he's living in a moon quarantine with the guy he went on an emotionally devastating space adventure with.
Surprisingly, even though he's only been here about a month, Dave has amassed quite a bit of stuff. Nothing big and bulky, luckily, but a lot of clothing, trinkets and technology. He has access to money and modern shopping outlets, he's a dangerous man.
He's claimed a room by dumping his stuff in it, and he's sorted out at least somethings that can be in communal areas. Mostly the ugly things.
It's been a pretty long day, his mind is wiped from the business of moving and the kitchen is obviously empty since they just moved in and Dave has no earthly idea how to cook anyway. He's leaning back on a counter, deciding they definitely need a coffee machine here and coming to terms with the fact that he's fucking hungry.
"Hey, Space-Italian or Space-Chinese?" He says, like John should instantly know what he's talking about.
what: Big boys need a big house, moving out of the communal rooms and into their own place.
when: During the Amnesia event, entirely unrelated to it.
where: In a nice little house somewhere.
warnings: Cussing.
Despite the fact that Dave has lived independently for almost the majority of his life, there's something novel about the experience of claiming a house and moving into it. It's very adult, it's very.. well, normal. Needless to say, no living situation Dave has ever been in has ever been quite so normal, which is interesting considering the fact that he's living in a moon quarantine with the guy he went on an emotionally devastating space adventure with.
Surprisingly, even though he's only been here about a month, Dave has amassed quite a bit of stuff. Nothing big and bulky, luckily, but a lot of clothing, trinkets and technology. He has access to money and modern shopping outlets, he's a dangerous man.
He's claimed a room by dumping his stuff in it, and he's sorted out at least somethings that can be in communal areas. Mostly the ugly things.
It's been a pretty long day, his mind is wiped from the business of moving and the kitchen is obviously empty since they just moved in and Dave has no earthly idea how to cook anyway. He's leaning back on a counter, deciding they definitely need a coffee machine here and coming to terms with the fact that he's fucking hungry.
"Hey, Space-Italian or Space-Chinese?" He says, like John should instantly know what he's talking about.
end this one here?
"Alright, but you're getting it next time!"