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[White. White, white, and fucking white. Karkat actually grimaces and shields his eyes as he sits up and takes in his surroundings. There's someone else in here too, but he ignores them in favor of taking stock of his surroundings. Furniture, facilities, this one room, and no portals whatsoever. No doors, no window.]

What the actual writhing fuck...

[He grimaces and stands up, giving the room one more careful once-over. There can't possibly be no exit, right? How the hell did he get in here?

He presses on the wall, then knocks on it. There's no give, and no answer. He raises his fist to slam harder on it when something weird catches his eye.

KARKAT. And a... barcode?

He turns to the other person in the room in trepidation. What the hell was going on here?
]

Date: 2017-02-23 06:55 am (UTC)
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[It is too fucking bright.

Dave doesn't even notice the other person in the room at first, because immediately upon opening his eyes to the too-white room he's groaning and clenching his eyes shut again. He rubs at them for a moment like it'll get rid of the faint ache, and then just continues a few moments longer because the dark is soothing and there's just something strangely addicting about rubbing one's eyes.

Eventually, though, he does sit up to take stock of the situation. Too much white, no visible exits... And for some reason he feels almost exposed. Like people can see too much of him, but hell if he knows where that thought came from.

And then there's a knocking sound, and Dave twists too quickly to see the source, and... oh. There's someone else here.

Said someone else seems busy messing with the wall, though, so Dave takes a moment to just observe. Gray skin and what look like small orange horns just peeking out of a mess of dark hair. Something about all that strikes him as abnormal, but he finds he can't remember enough of anything to say why. All he has to go on is the much pinker color of his own skin, and the lack of any protrusions on his own head.

None of this is clearing the situation up at all, though. So... socializing.]


Hey.
Edited Date: 2017-02-23 06:55 am (UTC)

Date: 2017-02-23 07:20 am (UTC)
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[The grey guy flashes the markings on his palm and Dave frowns, brows furrowing slightly over red eyes as his glances at his own palm for the first time.

Yep. There's a similar thing, the barcode and number with DAVE printed beside it. The mystery deepens.]


Was kinda hoping you'd know all that shit. I just woke up, all I know is this place could use a new interior decorator.
Edited Date: 2017-02-23 07:22 am (UTC)

Date: 2017-02-23 01:21 pm (UTC)
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[Dave nods idly, trying to process all that. Jesus, the alien dude seems kind of aggressive and irritable but at least he's making sense of all this faster than Dave's brain can get around to it.

(Alien? Not sure why his brain jumped to alien first. But moving on...)

He runs a hand through his hair, eyes flicking to the floor.]


Amazing. Keep it up, bro. Let the Logic Express barrel on through all the mysterious bullshit and find a way out.

[Distantly, he does wonder why getting out is so critical. He can't think of a solid reason, but being apparently trapped grates at him. And hey, the gray guy seems to think so too, so it must be a pretty reasonable reaction.]

Date: 2017-02-23 05:26 pm (UTC)
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[Jesus, this guy can rant. It'd be kinda funny if the overall situation wasn't so unsettling and confusing. Dave just shrugs in response, messing with the his cuticles in an almost self-conscious manner.]

I don't... think so? [Something about it definitely feels wrong, at least. But he can't dredge up any memory from before waking up, so nothing that actually suggests this isn't normal.] But fuck if I know. Maybe it is. Maybe waking up stuck in an uncomfortably clinical no-escape room with an alien roommate is just part of life and everyone goes through this.

Date: 2017-02-23 11:45 pm (UTC)
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[Dave takes a moment to examine that barcode before answering, eyes flicking between it and his own. They look like the same number. Is that significant?]

I guess that makes me Dave.

[He gives a little wave with his own barcode hand to show off the markings on his palm.

Look at that, introductions and everything. They're socializing like proper sentient beings.]


So... what now? We just sit here forever? Or until we die of starvation, I guess. Unless there's a food stash in here somewhere, that's gonna become a problem soon.

Date: 2017-02-24 12:58 am (UTC)
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[Where Karkat falls silent, Dave frowns up at the ceiling for lack of a more specific target, immediately defaulting to mouthing off.]

And who the fuck is this? Hello? C'mon, you gotta give us more than that to go on. And also maybe an exit. Just sayin', clearly someone fucked up when designing this room and I'm already anticipating some minor issues, like getting us food and letting us leave and whatnot.

[It's easier to think about that kind of thing than the other bombs that were just dropped there. "Created". "Experiment". "Lifemates". Holy shit.]

Date: 2017-02-24 01:30 am (UTC)
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[Well, that draws Dave's gaze back down from the ceiling. He gives Karkat a mildly offended look.]

Wow. Rude.

[Somehow, he can't really blame Karkat. Dave doesn't feel like he makes for a very impressive or appealing "destined lifemate" or whatever. But jesus, no need to be so blunt about it.]
Edited Date: 2017-02-24 01:30 am (UTC)

Date: 2017-02-24 02:07 am (UTC)
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Oh, sure, nothing personal. I'm just a complete disappointment, apparently.

[It's more mumbling to himself than a proper response. But he gets up anyway to help, taking the opposite wall and half-heartedly knocking his knuckles against it in spots while feeling with the other hand for a seam or something.

He kinda wishes it was personal. It'd be easier to just write off as more angry blustering, then. But presented so matter-of-factly, he can't help but just see it as a truthful statement.]

Date: 2017-02-24 03:23 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] turntex
[Shit. He said that out loud, didn't he?]

And apparently that was enough to have you screaming at the mysterious unseen assholes that you want a refund. Not even gotta wait it out to test that "compatibility", I must make a pretty awful first impression.

[It's not like he really would have considered a loud, angry alien to be his ideal mate if he was given time to consider it, after all. Hell, he really hasn't had a chance to think about it at all. Someone with a sense of humor maybe, patient and thoughtful and shit. But at least he's not just wordvomiting that shit up into the open.]

Date: 2017-02-24 07:30 am (UTC)
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Nah, you're probably right.

[Dave shrugs. Searching for a door he knows they won't find is actually pretty nice, if only because it means he gets to face a wall instead of Karkat.]

If this is meant to be some kinda soulmate crap, there should have been some instant appeal, right? Some clich├ęd romance-movie "love at first sight" moment complete with a dramatic swell of music. If your first reaction is just who's this asshole? then it can't be as perfect as match as the disembodied voice guys seem to think.

Date: 2017-02-24 08:19 am (UTC)
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[Dave turns a little to watch the pacing with an arched eyebrow, expression guarded.]

Hey, you're the one who was immediately complaining to the voice from on high. What, d'you just feel the need to argue against literally any statement made, even if it directly contradicts an argument you were making just like three minutes earlier?

[Seriously, dude, you're giving him whiplash. Do you hate this idea or not?? At least let him know where he stands with the only other person he's ever met.]
Edited Date: 2017-02-24 08:20 am (UTC)

Date: 2017-02-26 12:29 am (UTC)
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'S just Dave. "Alien Dave" sounds like the cheesiest bad sci-fi movie dialogue possible. But yeah, sure. Truce. Not that I was the one throwing a fit or anything.

[The wall seems like a waste of time at this point, so Dave shrugs and flops back onto his little cot-bed-thing.]

On that note, aren't we kinda getting ahead of ourselves with this compatability talk anyway? Like. Would we even be biologically compatible, if that situation ever were to come up? Seriously, serious question here, scientist-voice-dudes. Why the fuck are your "perfect lifemates experiments" apparently not even the same species?
Edited Date: 2017-02-26 12:30 am (UTC)

Date: 2017-03-28 01:35 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] turntex
[Dave continues frowning up at the ceiling, thoroughly unimpressed with the lack of explanation.]

The "perfect" part is definitely debatable, at least.

[Like, couldn't they have given them a less obnoxiously bright room too? Why does an experiment require their subjects to be blinded? Dave groans and slaps a hand over his eyes, which feel bizarrely naked for some reason.]

It's too fuckin' bright in here.
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