Second Scratch

[movelikestrider]

[Dave appears on the plane in a burst of red light while flickers of green fire chase themselves all over the area and fade. He waits, tugging his hood down and equipping a pair of red headphones. Their cord leads to the gear Turntables he's pulled out, with the laptop screen floating between them

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[foundmyarms]

[Well then! As soon as John hears that music, he can guess at who is playing it. He looks around until he sees the now-familiar red cloak and clothes, and then he smiles widely.]

Hi Dave!

[movelikestrider]

[Dave pauses his flashing in and out to walk over to John, his Timetop put away so he doesn't blare his best bro's eardrums out.] Yo. What's up?

[foundmyarms]

Nothing much, I was just exploring the plane. What are you doing?

[Well, he can tell Dave is playing loud music everywhere-- thanks for saving his eardrums by the way-- but he's wondering why Dave is doing it.]

[movelikestrider]

Heard about what's going on yet? [Dave counters, rather than answer the question.]

[foundmyarms]

I heard that some people are having nightmares, is that what you're talking about?

[movelikestrider]

...What's this about nightmares. [His attention, you have it.]

[foundmyarms]

I'm not sure! I haven't been having nightmares, but someone else here asked if I had been, and he made it sound like nightmares were a normal thing. I think his name was Director, or Doctor, or something like that. It was a weird name that isn't normally a name.

[movelikestrider]

Oh him. I'm not sure what he's talking about. [He shrugs and stuffs his hands into his pockets.] I mean the disappearances.