orange crush adventure

[shippingmath]

Who: Dirk and anyone!
Where: around the bubble, between the Plaza and the Heartvoid house!
When: Backdated to Thursday of the curse week!
Status: open
Style: Starting prose, but I'll follow you.

The effects of this curse, thanks to some rather unfortunate network posts, have been obvious from very early on. It's irritating to say the least. Dirk isn't a pathological liar, but he's usually in possession of a brain-to-mouth filter. The lack of it hasn't led to any spectacularly horrible conversations, which is his only consolation. Then again, there aren't any embarrassing secrets he could blurt out to ruin everything with his friends. That ship has sailed, after breaking up with Jake.

That isn't to say the curse hasn't had unfortunate effects. Dirk has checked the network a few times too many, and ended up in some unfortunate conversations, so it isn't long before he just sets his SFC aside and does his best to ignore that the curse is happening. A lot of the time he spends doing what he does best, making robots.

Being a hermit for the entire week just isn't possible, though, because some things can't be avoided, and grocery shopping is one of them. So, on Thursday, Dirk can be found headed back toward his house, arms full of orange soda. (One of the inconveniences to his modus's storage system- he can only have one row of each kind of thing. The rest of the groceries fit, but not the soda.) To everyone else, it probably looks like he's just really bad at eating healthy, though they're probably not wrong.

Comments

[stridercentric]

Eh, this shit's free anyway. If I run outta snacks to flick into their hair, I'll just go get some more. Hell, I could make it rain nachos for a day and the status quo ain't gonna change one bit.

[What starving kids in Africa? Those are on a whole different world now.]

[shippingmath]

Or they could conceivably run out of nachos.

[What starving kids in Africa, the whole world got destroyed by meteors anyway.]

[stridercentric]

On to Pringles, I'd say. Or maybe M&Ms, but those things can hurt like a motherfucker.

[With that said, he pops another cheese-drenched nacho into his mouth.]

[shippingmath]

You have a whole range of chips to go through after pringles, no reason to move on to M&Ms anyway.

[Reminded by Bro grabbing one, Dirk takes a few nachos for himself. He kind of prefers eating them, anyway.]

[stridercentric]

Yeah. M&Ms are better for eating than throwing, too.

[Much as Bro knows it may not be a good idea to bring this up, he just can't help himself. The urge to say something keeps pricking in the back of his head like an annoying splinter.]

...So how 'bout that curse, huh?

[shippingmath]

How about fuck this curse with a horrorterror. If you start prying I will absolutely flip my shit.

[Wow, how did his shoulders get his tense? It is a mystery.]

[stridercentric]

Nobody said I'm prying. [Very selective truth, because while nobody said it, that doesn't mean Bro isn't doing so. He's really getting the hang of this curse.]

I'm just saying, it sure is a thing. Didn't really picture anything like this when people first told me about curses.

[shippingmath]

Just getting it out of the way. [He doesn't trust you, Bro.]

It's a slightly more shitty one than normal, but considering we've had other curses that affect how people act, rather than changing their physical appearance, it's unfortunately expected.

[stridercentric]

[Good. He shouldn't trust Bro.]

Man, things have pretty much hit rock bottom when you expect bullcrap like this to happen. I mean, what could be worse than this? [That may be a small trap Bro set, there. Let's see if Dirk can avoid answering.]

[shippingmath]

They could be destroying the bubble again. Or everyone could be dying.

[Dirk doesn't so much mind answering this one, because it's the kind of thing he would possibly have said anyway. But he's keeping an eye on Bro.]

[stridercentric]

Okay, yeah. Dying sucks more than this. Definitely. [There's a small twinge of shame in admitting this, but... Hell. Dirk went god-tier, so clearly he's died at least once as well.]

[shippingmath]

[More than that, but bragging about the number of times he's died isn't something Dirk really wants to get into. It was shitty enough the one time he had to do it.]

It's shitty, but it puts it in perspective.

[stridercentric]

I guess. Doesn't stop me from wishing we'll have a curse that makes it rain bags of take-out dinner. Or, I dunno, turns everyone into a freakin' Muppet.

[shippingmath]

Don't hold your breath, but they might just do that next.

[Time to grab more nachos. And maybe throw one at a passerby.]

[stridercentric]

[Throw away, Dirk. Bro's got plenty more nachos.]

That'd be pretty fucking amazing. I'd be flailing all over the place like the frog man himself.

[shippingmath]

You'd be a minority who'd be flailing for joy.

[... Not that Dirk wouldn't be joining Bro at that.]