> Daves: Hang out. (Fourth wall shenanigans, ahoy!)

[striderismo]

[ The video feed opens to Dave, wearing remarkably less clothing than anybody last saw him in - just jeans and a t-shirt, in fact. No bulky coat, no Torchic body heater. Notably, there's no snow anywhere in sight, either - just rock walls, flickering with the light of a sizeable campfire

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[broodfester]

[[Dave, have a disapproving look from Rose. A decidedly grimdark Rose. She apparently thinks you can't stay in there that long. That's not fair! What about Christmas?! But there's no vocal complaint just yet.]]

Video;

[striderismo]

[ Oh, f- ]

Look what the zombie cat dragged in.

Video; Would you like translations for when she speaks? :3

[broodfester]

[[Oh don't test her Dave. She's not really all that happy with Johto right now. And you are not hibernating in that cave.]]

Video; yes, please :3c

[striderismo]

[ He doesn't look like he's leaving, either. ]

Did someone get up on the wrong side of the creepygoth shadowtentacle bed this morning?

[partyhardest]

But where will Santa Hooves leave your presents?! I don't think he delivers to caves!

[striderismo]

Pretty sure that motherfucker has my address. Some Dave's bound to be there to receive. No worries.

[partyhardest]

Don't you wanna open them yourself, though?

[striderismo]

I will. Either I'll already have done it, or I'll do it in the future. One of the perks of time travel: you get everything done right because you do it all yourself, eventually.

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[practicaster]

[And hark, the sound of light footsteps in the shadows beyond the light of the campfire! Which is strange, because there doesn't seem to be anything particularly visible in those shadows. And come to think of it, there seems to be one section of shadows that's particularly hard to look at; try as you might to focus on it, your gaze just seems to slip right away. Strange, that.

Equally strange is that the shadows seem to be muttering.]

Oh my god, are you fucking kidding me right now, did I seriously end up in another cave. Is this just a thing. Am I just doomed to end up in every single fucking cave from here to Timbuktu every time I fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck fucking fuck on a fuck sandwich, this is the worst vacation ever.

[It appears the shadows also have a highly colorful vocabulary.]

→ ACTION

[striderismo]

[ Dave #4 searches the shadows over the fire. ]

Fucking... - hey. [ He grabs the attention of the nearby Dave #3. ] What's that thing Jade talks about sometimes? Makes it so you don't wanna notice something?

[ Dave #3 is quiet for a beat before he answers: ] Perception filter.

[ With a nod toward the shadows, Dave #4 directs #3's gaze over there. They both examine the shadows in critical silence, which #3 eventually breaks. ]

... Huh.

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[practicaster]

[Uh-oh. By then, the entity in the shadows has advanced far enough and started paying attention enough to notice she's been spotted. And it figures it'd be in a cave, too-definitely not her arena of choice for a fight, given the amount of collateral damage she tends to cause when she throws down with someone. But given that none of the other idiots seem to be around, at least that means she stands a chance of talking her way out of this first, before it ever comes to that.]

You know, Agent Smith, I wouldn't have taken you for a cave and campfire kind of guy. Isn't a fancy restaurant and a nice juicy steak a little more your style?

[He's wearing jeans and a t-shirt. That means he's either a particularly clever enemy, one who knows about her world, or no enemy at all. First step, then, is to see if he's got the culture to back it up.]

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[striderismo]

Only if you're paying. Ask Neo, he always has to pick up the check.

[ It's Dave #3 who answers, as Dave #4 vanishes and reappears in the blink of an eye, now wearing a bright green suit. ]

[waxingbroetic]

{Don't mind this kid. He's just going to invade your little cave because fuck who said it was allowed to be so cold when all he has is a scarf? A scarf religiously wrapped around every part of his face.}

{Well, save the seeing part. Those glasses are kind of difficult to cover.}

I overheard conversation of hibernating within the warmth of this cavern and felt an accolade for brightest fucking idea of the year was perfectly in order.

{There's a Chatot perched on his shoulder, peering around the cave curiously but silently.}

[striderismo]

[ All four Daves turn in slow unison to examine the new arrival. Is that... ? It's gotta be, right? What the fuck....

Dave #1 cocks an eyebrow. ]

Damn straight. It'll be the brightest fucking idea next year, too, so keep the accolades coming. This place is gonna be party goddamn central all winter long.

[waxingbroetic]

{Crossing his arms, he cocks his own eyebrow in return as his eyes glance over the various identical boys behind his shades.}

Next year? How interesting it is to learn you have a contrivance for the event you will remain here to witness such an epoch. Does there happen to be any allowance for an extra body beside that sweet looking fire?

[striderismo]

[ Dave #1 jerks his thumb at Dave #4. ]

He's from next year.

[ Dave #2, meanwhile, jerks his head at the hot dogs and hot dog buns nearby. ] Pull up a lounge chair, have some fucking chow.

[ The possibility of a time-traveling Bro is apparently just not weird enough to really shake these boys. Go figure. ]

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[bemykismesis]

[Oh my cod it's like a Dave harem]

W-why do you w-want to stay in a stupid cawe for?

[He's still mad at you btw]

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[striderismo]

[ Oh jesus fuck- ]

For the interior decorating, douchefin. Isn't it to fucking die for?