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[shippingmath]

Who: Dirk Strider and OPEN
When: Today in the afternoon
Where: Around the plaza, or in the Coral Corral
Style: Anything is fine.
Status: Open

[So, some things have happened this week. Dirk and Roxy are sharing a house now, for one, and they made sure to get one that had enough rooms that Jane and Jake could stay with them if they ever arrived. So far, it'd been good. Living with someone else was a novel experience, as was having neighbors.

Apparently there's been a curse going on, but the effects of it haven't really hit Dirk- until this morning, when he'd discovered that something red had gotten mixed in with his shirts in the wash. And he didn't even remember getting anything red in the first place, when he'd gotten clothes to replace his Derse pajamas.

Dirk's never been one to let a little color bleeding stop him, though. He has things to do. He just continues to go about getting the things they want or need for the house, all while wearing a shirt that is a really eye-catching shade of pink. ]

Comments

[shotarcana]

Yeah, I'm pretty happy about that. Only -- well, it's a little complicated, but it all turned out well.

[shippingmath]

I take it something happened?

[shotarcana]

Well, something always happens, doesn't it? I'm sure you have it just the same way.

[shippingmath]

Fair point. Most of the things that have happened for me happened back on my own world, though.

[And they're reaching the house now, in the midst of the Coral Corral.]

Come in if you want. Shouldn't take too long.

[shotarcana]

Sure, Dirk. [She'll follow him in.]

Can I ask who the friend who came with you was?

[shippingmath]

[The house is mostly empty, though there might be the occasional wine bottle or shuriken lying around. She'll be safe as long as she doesn't open any doors herself.]

Roxy Lalonde. She's usually more fond of pink than I am, she'll probably take the rest of these.

[shotarcana]

[... Heh. Those are kind of funny objects.

She waves at one (1) wine bottle and one (1) shuriken.]

Whose is whose?

[shippingmath]

Anything sharp is mine. The alcohol is Roxy's.

[By this point, they're at his room. It's actually no messier than the rest of the house, but there are different things among the clutter- a few puppets, some wrenches and nuts and bolts.]

You just want one?

[shotarcana]

Just one would be fine, yeah. I don't want to take all your clothes. [She laughs.] Though you have a pretty unique house even without the pink.

[shippingmath]

Things are free here. I can go out and get more.

We try. [Only they really don't. And that is the only reason their house is the way it is.]

[shotarcana]

That's right -- I guess I don't have to thank you that much anymore, then.

[shippingmath]

You can if you want to.

[He's being sarcastic! Really.]

You need help finding the way back to the Plaza or anything?

[shotarcana]

No, no, I can find my way out. Thanks, Dirk.

[shippingmath]

No prob. See you around, Minako.