[ Anything of value is exactly what Dave doesn't have. He searched his sylladex for anything that might be remotely interesting. Can he tempt the admissioner with a jar full of fluid that contains some grim looking thing floating on the bottom? By the look of their face, Dave is going to say no. He looked through the rest of his useless shit, and either he wanted to hold on to that, or that was equally as useless. Ugh, definitely not that.
There was nothing to it then. This could only be solved one way.
He turned to the person standing behind him in line and shoved the questionable looking jar into their hands. ]
Don't bother saving my spot. Time to split like Bradgelina, you feel me?
MIRROR MAZE
[ This is a carnival. Shit is suppose to be fun. Not like Dave could possibly know for sure, though. Bro would never bring him some place as campy and unironic as this dump. He's seen enough TV to know how this song and dance goes, so he knows for certain that his reflection should be all distorted and humorous in the way anyone without a brain should find hilarious. But that's not what he finds in his reflection. Instead he sees one version of himself with a slitted throat, another with his chest ran through. They're stretching, yawning, one scratching his nose. They seem oblivious to the fact that they should be in fact dead.
The real Dave is standing with his arms crossed, face a little pale, but otherwise not reacting. ]
Now that's just sad. If this is all this place has to offer I'm thinking I'm due a refund on that ticket I definitely didn't pay for.
WILDCARD
[ Anything at all. I'm still voice testing so hit me up with random out of left field stuff. It will be good for me. ]
Dave Strider | Homestuck | Newbie
[ Anything of value is exactly what Dave doesn't have. He searched his sylladex for anything that might be remotely interesting. Can he tempt the admissioner with a jar full of fluid that contains some grim looking thing floating on the bottom? By the look of their face, Dave is going to say no. He looked through the rest of his useless shit, and either he wanted to hold on to that, or that was equally as useless. Ugh, definitely not that.
There was nothing to it then. This could only be solved one way.
He turned to the person standing behind him in line and shoved the questionable looking jar into their hands. ]
Don't bother saving my spot. Time to split like Bradgelina, you feel me?
MIRROR MAZE
[ This is a carnival. Shit is suppose to be fun. Not like Dave could possibly know for sure, though. Bro would never bring him some place as campy and unironic as this dump. He's seen enough TV to know how this song and dance goes, so he knows for certain that his reflection should be all distorted and humorous in the way anyone without a brain should find hilarious. But that's not what he finds in his reflection. Instead he sees one version of himself with a slitted throat, another with his chest ran through. They're stretching, yawning, one scratching his nose. They seem oblivious to the fact that they should be in fact dead.
The real Dave is standing with his arms crossed, face a little pale, but otherwise not reacting. ]
Now that's just sad. If this is all this place has to offer I'm thinking I'm due a refund on that ticket I definitely didn't pay for.
WILDCARD
[ Anything at all. I'm still voice testing so hit me up with random out of left field stuff. It will be good for me. ]