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capeandcowllogs2013-01-16 04:44 pm
bonermagic) wrote in capeandcowllogs2013-01-16 04:44 pm
I asked how bad I should make this. I was told to make it terrible.
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.
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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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.