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bromantics2012-01-21 03:27 am
existy) wrote in bromantics2012-01-21 03:27 am
( dirk & john | action log with annie )
[ He never thought hanging out and chillin' with his sorta (not really) ecto-sister and an orange sprite version of his best bro on an awesome battle ship would be exhausting. It was fun and enjoyable, everything he ever dreamed of doing in case he was ever "shipwrecked" and stranded with his chums. Heck, hanging out with his internet friends was something John would never tire of! It was definitely not something that happened everyday. Not for him.
Though the part with overseeing proper conduct on the ship was rather getting on his nerves. If looking after Casey wasn't enough, then a whole group of consort colonies was too big of a job to handle with just three kids. If John had to describe his day it'd be filled with the continuous melody of nak-nak-naks and attempts at preventing the salamanders from farming the very metal that everyone stood on. Even Jade would get frustrated and had to warp them back to LOWAS every so often so they could habitually cultivate on more familiar soil. They all also had a bad tendency of looking downwards from the starboard into the sea of time and space continuum, and he didn't want to chance the possibility of a reptilian and salamander downpour.
Yes, just another day on the metallic space ship.
So thank God for Nanna. Herlethal cookies kept many of them distracted, which would be one of those times John would catch up on his sleep and take a nice nap. For five minutes. Maybe ten...
Thirty...
An hour. Where he would drift off deep into his subconscious and straight into the dream bubbles. Which was a thing that was happening right now. And there he was, sleeping in his very own room just like before he woke up on his 13th birthday, the state of his home just like it had been pre-apocalypse and not cruelly demolished by black little imps. Gosh, he sure is sleeping soundly there. Not even a canon ball would probably wake him up. ]
Though the part with overseeing proper conduct on the ship was rather getting on his nerves. If looking after Casey wasn't enough, then a whole group of consort colonies was too big of a job to handle with just three kids. If John had to describe his day it'd be filled with the continuous melody of nak-nak-naks and attempts at preventing the salamanders from farming the very metal that everyone stood on. Even Jade would get frustrated and had to warp them back to LOWAS every so often so they could habitually cultivate on more familiar soil. They all also had a bad tendency of looking downwards from the starboard into the sea of time and space continuum, and he didn't want to chance the possibility of a reptilian and salamander downpour.
Yes, just another day on the metallic space ship.
So thank God for Nanna. Her
Thirty...
An hour. Where he would drift off deep into his subconscious and straight into the dream bubbles. Which was a thing that was happening right now. And there he was, sleeping in his very own room just like before he woke up on his 13th birthday, the state of his home just like it had been pre-apocalypse and not cruelly demolished by black little imps. Gosh, he sure is sleeping soundly there. Not even a canon ball would probably wake him up. ]
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Hmm, well, that's okay! That is a bit of a let down. But I suppose that makes us even since I am probably just as confused as you are.
[ He strokes his chin as if to ponder on the mysteries of life and where he was now and why he was with this (lamely) shaded stranger, but decided to let go of it for now. If only Jade was here... ]
Oh, and I'm John! Nice to meet you. Or dream about you. Either way.
[ He chuckles, even now still noting how dumb looking those shades looked. Didn't Dave wear a pair like those? Hmm. ]
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It's Dirk. But if you can't answer me this would have to stay a mystery until later. Where did you say you were? Or rather, is there a reason for you being here? [ He's not even sure if asking questions would be useful, but he's doing it anyways.
But if he really can't give him any good answers he might have to give up. ]