I asked how bad I should make this. I was told to make it terrible.

[bonermagic]

WHO: Dirk, a generic NPC, maybe someone invisible, and hopefully a PC of some kind.
WHERE: Outdoors, in a...park, yeah, sure.
WHEN: Noon. On...some day. A Wednesday?
WARNINGS: Probably language.
SUMMARY: Dude talks to an invisible friend whose lap Dirk accidentally sat in.
FORMAT: I'm just writing in prose style because I'd rather not have three paragraphs in tiny brackets.

Where you are in this unfolding drama is a good question. Were you...or perhaps the third person they would be more appropriate in this situation...they accompanying Dirk on some adventure or another? Meeting him in the park for some reason or another? A random bystander who happened to stand by at the right place at the right time? Excellent questions which won't be answered in this part of the narrative.

This is what he was doing: he had happened to sit down because of a sudden need to text someone or another through the network. He was more than capable of walking and typing, and yet...and yet why not? There was a bench. There was a man on the other end who was animatedly talking and it was no big deal...at least not until the point in which he stood up and started talking to Dirk.

Or it seemed like he was talking to Dirk. He was talking in Dirk's direction. He just happened to be talking to someone who didn't exist, existed in a different dimension, or was invisible and Dirk just happened to be giving him a lap dance. Given how things worked all three possibilities were actually reasonably plausible.

After a moment's pause he scooted over and got up.

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[bonermagic]

... [...alright.] I guess it's kind of nice to know our session wasn't the only fucked up one.

[glowsferatu]

[ she lets out a small laugh, but there's really no amusement to it whatsoever. ]

Oh, of course not, that's more the rule than the exception with Sburb. Even our own session was broken, despite the fact that we saw it through to its completion.

[ of course, that was a result of the universe they created, which she's always kind of felt was due to her breeding the frog wrong. ]

[bonermagic]

At least you achieved some sort of completion, I guess, even if I'm assuming that it wasn't anything satisfying. [You know, the unamused laugh.] But I'm curious: tell me about the meteor.

[glowsferatu]

Well, after defeating the Black King and releasing the Vast Croak which created your universe, our passage into it was sabotaged and each of our individual planets destroyed. We then took shelter in the only meteor not released by the Reckoning, the very lab where our ectobiological origins could be traced.

It was certainly a proper size to host us, with twelve areas we could designate as our respiteblocks and twelve terminals to occupy us. Almost as if the game anticipated this result and prepared for it, as it has been known to do. Our interaction with the session that preceded yours began here, though there were only about ten and a half hours between our arrival and later departure. Though those ten hours weren't...uneventful. [ there's a lot she isn't saying there, and the hesitation she says it with betrays that. ]

Ultimately, Jade and Karkat collaborated on a plan for our escape, so once we received the signal, we had the meteor moved outside our dead session to the Green Sun, which was where Rose and Dave had found themselves, due to a complicated series of events on their own end.

From there we were to move throughout the Void until we would eventually reach your own session, a trip that would take three of your years. When last I was there, I had seen two of those.

[bonermagic]

[He considered jumping on that hesitation, it not having escaped his attention, and he decided to save it just in case the conversation were to swerve back to Davesprite.]

Anything exciting happen during those last two years or was it pretty much just kicking back and waiting?

[God, actually, that sounds pretty awesome the more he thinks about it. Dammit, Dave. So much envy.]

[glowsferatu]

[ she'll get back to it eventually, once she realizes how off-track they've gotten. right now she's caught up in that off track too much. ]

There were the dream bubbles we would often pass through, like the one we'd encountered you in. We'd managed to dig out some books from various compartments throughout the meteor. There was...each other.