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[oculusriffs]

hey so
everyone who was at that job fair thing a while back and didnt zone out five minutes in
did yall ever decide who the official space plumber is
or were there even your standard heroic type jobs on the list
like the purehearted king arthur sorta heroes who can swing by really quick and pull a sword out of a stone
by stone i mean porcelain btw
thats the literal skillset im lookin for here

[Dave wouldn't be bothering with the network if he weren't desperate. everyone else seems to be finding useful things like clothes and weapons that can actually be utilized for self-defense, and he's the jackass over here with a sword that barely even qualifies as a weapon stuck in his toilet.]

[okay, so it wasn't stuck when he first found it sitting there in the toilet. it got stuck through a series of stupid impulse decisions, such as immediately trying to send it out to space via flushing. and since he is no hero, no purehearted King Arthur type, that sord in the throne ain't budging.]

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[hopefragment]

as long as we're the npcs who get to make it to the end of the game, i'll take it

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i think i'll just stop using that word altogether. it seems like the simplest solution. i mean, this is a space station. why are things like that even here?

[oculusriffs]

[Dave is an extremely fast texter when someone has his attention, even when he's pretty far deep into completely idiotic shenanigans. like getting put into a soup by a bunch of crocodiles. or flying around with the mayor. or trying to dislodge a sword from a toilet.]

[so it might seem a little out of place that there's a long pause before he replies. because something Hajime said got to him — there's been enough going on aboard this space station that it's easy for him to forget that even though there is an "end of the game" back home, it's not ever going to be his to experience. he's just another discarded Dave on a dead timeline that was probably, infuriatingly, necessary to perpetuate their own existence.]

[it's also occurred to him that this is probably the closest he'll ever get to hanging around actual people again, and not just a giant army of ghosts and a few outliers who happen to be passing by in their sleep. it completely sucks living or doing whatever here, sure, but it's still its own thing, moving along on its own timeline; he can sense that much. it's not just a hodgepodge of memories for him to wander through until time stops mattering anymore. and that hurts.]

without incriminating myself too much here
dont think the font is the space stations fault
but your helps appreciated dude
ill let you know if we manage to make it work

[hopefragment]

[The pause... is honestly a little odd, but Hajime doesn't think too much of it. He assumes Dave is probably talking to other people, too, or trying to figure out a way to remove the... bladed weapon... before he and Ryuji inevitably glue themselves together.]

yeah, no problem. if you guys DO get stuck to it, i want photographic evidence

good luck