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Who: Jade and you!
When: July 23rd, midmorning
Where: Ever-loving PLAZA
Style: [brackets gooby]
Status: Open!


[Jade is not a stranger to shenanigans, of course not, her life is made of approximately 99.9% shenanigans. If there was a chemical element for shenanigans, it was probably contained in her ecto-biological makeup...and her ecto-brother's too, for that matter. Must be why he likes pranking so much.

Digressing aside, Jade was still not expecting to be tossed into water and thrown onto the ground! In fact, it was actually the opposite of what she was expecting considering she had just told John they'd be stuck on the Prospit ship for the next three years. Still, Jade's a trooper just the same and--automatic doggy reaction of shaking herself aside--she wasn't going to fuss about being wet.

Nothing can stop her from questioning what's going on, however.]

Hello? Helloooooo? John?

[No answer, maybe she could try finding him with her spacey thing? She closes her eyes to concentrate stretching her subconscious across the new area, but is surprised to find that she's immediately exhausted and has to lean back against whatever is behind her.

Of course, whatever is behind her has assorted spiney things on it and makes her jump back, barking defensively before she's even aware of the fact that A) her energy felt renewed and B) she was in public.]

WOOF WOOF WOO--...oh nooooo. Is that coral? Where am I?

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[Ah, a towel! That's lovely, Jade has an awful lot of hair to dry, after all, and though space powers are convenient they apparently can't produce a dryer.]

I am not sure if I could explain it in a way that makes sense...but in the game I was playing with my friends, my dreamself died. Then my grandpa had her stuffed and mounted, which I used to prototype a new sprite a few years later that already had aspects of my dog.

Jadesprite was not very helpful, but since she was technically my dreamself I was able to become a fully realized Witch of Space, so that was nice.

[...She's...waiting for the inevitable "wat" reaction now.]

[shippingmath]

[She's going to be waiting for a while, because the only reaction that she gets is a interested 'huh.']

So you played SBURB too.

I have a friend whose family does the same thing. That's a pretty complicated way to get to God Tier. Do the ears actually work?

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Oh! You know about SBURB, so then you must be from the new universe!

[Which technically makes him the bitty version of Dave's Bro, which is a little odd to confront, but--]

[She'll twitch her ears again to show that, yes, indeed they do work.]

They are quite handy amplifiers sometimes! But I do not have a tail before you ask.

[shippingmath]

The new universe?

[He has no idea what she's talking about, but at least she does. Maybe this will clear up some of the confusion he and the trolls had to deal with.]

Don't worry, I'm not about to go looking for some tail. The ears and the God Tier outfit are enough. It's already animu enough without even being pink. You look like some galaxy-saving schoolgirl.

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We scratched our session to stop a very bad dog and some part of me was aware of a new session coming into existence.

[That happens to her sometimes.]

But you shouldn't get caught up on the little things, it will all work itself out in time.

...I do not know anything about animus, but I am very fond of anthropomorphic fauna.

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That explains a few things. The trolls I talked to were getting confused because the history I knew didn't line up with the one they remembered. At least now we can stop accusing one another of lying.

[He takes a moment to adjust his shades.]

And now you are one. Looks like life has some good things ready for people.

This is an idle thought, but are you related to anyone named Jake?

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Jake? You know Jake! He is my pen-pal!

[So then Jake is possibly from the new session, that explains a lot of things.]

He's told me a couple of times that he's my grandson. And while I was not sure how that was possible at the time--it was before I entered the game--I always got the feeling that I was talking to a family member every time I read his letters.

So, in short, yes! I am his grandma from another session!

[And it's very typical of a Harley/English/Egbert/Crocker clone to be excited as hell about this.]

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Yeah, I know Jake. He's playing Sburb with me, Rox, and Jane.

You're the one he was making that rabbit for. How'd that work out?

[Curious to see how Jake managed with the whole robot thing? Yes, of course he is.]

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It was a fantastic collaboration! All of the work we put into it paid off, and best of all John loved it. Loved it enough to name it Liv Tyler!

[Then she frowns.]

Unfortunately, Liv Tyler was caught in the explosion that made Dave and Rose go God Tier. That rabbit died a hero's death.

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As long as it didn't get messed up. Maybe some of the things I've told him about robotics actually sunk in over the years.

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Well, if he is really my grandson then he should know a thing or two about robotics.

[shippingmath]

You'd be surprised. He didn't exactly have much time to get guidance on it.

[Dirk shrugs.]

But it worked, so maybe. Just how much do you know about robots yourself?

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A few things, though most of my dabbling is in nuclear physics. My grandpa is the one that invented dreambots, actually, I had a dreambot for a while until she exploded. And if I am Jake's grandma in another session, then perhaps the same holds true and he's my grandpa in another session as well!

Excuse me if this seems forward to ask, but would you happen to have a brother named Dave Strider?

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Maybe so. [He's still not so sure about Jake managing robots, though.] What'd your dreambot do, other than explode?

No more forward than I've gotten since I arrived here. Couple people thought I was him. Yeah, Dave's my Bro. He is the elder Strider.

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While I was asleep she did things in my place, and I fell asleep a lot due to...um, outside influences, so she was pretty useful! She recorded the things I was seeing in my dreams as well, like the visions in the clouds I would see. It helped me keep my memories of my dreams together.

[And also she exploded because of the death of the dreamself, but that's a story for another time.]

Hehehe...that sounds so odd, Dave was always talking about his cool Bro with pointy anime shades just like yours when we chatted.

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Oh, so you're a Prospit dreamer? Bet that was interesting.

[He adjusts his shades.] Well, I am pretty damn awesome, if I do say so myself. But I've complimented him myself, a time or two. He's done some pretty cool things in his time.

You're Jade, right? Dirk Strider. [Augh, and there's this whole interacting thing he has to do now... should he offer a handshake? Well, if she knows Dave, he might as well go with a fist bump.]

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[And she happily obliges!]

Jade Harley! It's nice to meet you, Dirk. I must say your bro is one of the coolest guys I know, I hope you'll get to meet him too. But then again, Vatheon might explode from all the extra cool pressure up in here.

[Shhh, no worries Dirk, Jade will be gentle with all interactions.]

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Well, shit. I'll take it on your certification, since you seem well-qualified to recognize cool when you see it. We'll just take our meeting up to the island, to save the residents of this fine city.