thecapitol | Double the Dave.

Who| Dave, Davesprite and anyone who knows them, has mutual friends with them (feel free to mingle)
What| The not-twins are 17, technically. Some people threw them a surprise party because they're adorable.
Where| D9 suites
When| December 3rd
Warnings/Notes| N/A

Once the word had slipped that Dave's birthday was on December 3rd, some people were pretty quick to leap into action. Apparently, even in a horrible murder-fest dystopia, there's room for the joint party of a boy and another boy who is a copy of that boy from the future. Let's just call him his twin. His twin with wings.

He happens to be ambling along with the very same twin when he guides him to District Nine to ogle his bird. He has no idea what to expect when he opens the door, but needless to say his poker face is shifted for the longest damn moment.

District Nine is decked out with an appropriate, ironic amount of streamers. Tacos, nachos and as close as you can get to doritos are on the menu alongside a wide variety of disgustingly awful, sugary food. There's also a cake that.. well. It looks like someone put their heart into it. There's plenty of soda, but a distinct lack of booze. Alas, you can probably get your kicks from the party hats and the obnoxious hipster music playing from the stereos. Between one Arena and edging on another, it's a pretty chill, little shindig to relax at rather than whiling away the hours being a bummer.

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Not having been strictly invited, Albert only intends to stop by and leave his gift. He's only met Dave once, but from the conversation he knows the boy has been having a hard time of things, and after the mini Arena he can't help but think it's likely only gotten worse. So here he is, slipping into the room as surreptitiously as a 5'10" cyborg can to leave a small box wrapped in silver glitter paper on a table near the door, the red tag emblazoned with "Dave Strider" in Albert's neat and tight script.

Though... he's not sure if he should have brought a gift for the other Dave too, even if he's never spoken with him. Or if the tag will actually differentiate between the two at all since they apparently have the same name? Though one is called Davesprite for whatever reason. He's not actually sure why, and the entire inner confusion leads Albert to stand there for just a moment longer than he means to, so easy to catch red handed.

It surprises Dave to see Albert drop in, even more so when he sees he's brought a present. He's watching discreetly from his post in the distance and his curiosity is piqued. He doesn't object his presence whatsoever, of course, but that doesn't mean he doesn't feel a little shy about approaching.

Fuck it. He must know what brings him here. He pulls away from the bench he's been camping against, striding forward a few steps with confidence before it becomes more of an awkward shuffle closer.

"You alright there, dude?" He cocks his head to the side curiously. "You look like you walked into the Temple of Doom without a map."

"Temple of- Oh, the film," he smirks briefly in recognition, then softens. "I'm alright. I'm sorry, I didn't want to crash your party, so to speak. I hope you don't mind that I've come by to drop off a gift."

He motions to the present. "I'm.. afraid I didn't get anything for your brother. We haven't met." The word 'brother' as a bit of an upturn at the end, like a question.

"Crashing? There's no crashing. I mean, I wasn't on the stellar committee that put together this A-list event, but I'm not turning people away at the door. Especially when they bring me shit."

He gives Albert an approving nod, but he tenses a little at the implied question. "He's not my brother so much as literally me. I guess clone is the easiest way of putting it." It's just not very accurate. "It's no big, though. I think he's just thrilled to be here." The monotonous quality of Dave's voice makes that so very believable.

A clone. That makes sense, and in making sense confirms to Albert once again that the world - universe, multiverse, whatever - is a ridiculous place that doesn't actually follow any of the rules that mankind has decided it seems to follow. It's a wonder gravity even functions for all the weirdness.

"A clone from... this may sound strange, but from your reality or from an alternate one? Like the female version of Steve Rogers or the two different James Barneses?" How do you even pluralize Barnes? Is it like fish? Or is Barnses correct? Barnesi? His mind is wandering. He needs to get some sleep.

"Either way, I hope you enjoy the gift."

"From my reality, sort of. He isn't an offshot I didn't know about until now. He uh.." He pauses for a moment, wondering if it's worth explaining before he decides he might as well. If Albert understands multiple universes, to some extent, then time travel shouldn't be too hard to parse. "Where I come from, I'm a time traveler. I can hop timelines, no big deal. Basically he's me from a future where everything went to shit, so he came back to warn me and ended up staying because there was nothing to go back to." He never feels entirely satisfied with his summaries, but he'll leave it at that and hope Albert understands enough of what he means.

"I will undoubtedly enjoy your budding friendship tidings- that's my cue to open it, isn't it?" He raises a brow before setting his hands to work, pulling at the paper curiously. His eyes widen behind his shades when it becomes clearer what Albert got him. He can't help it, his first thought is a suspicious one before he dismisses it because it's fucking stupid.

"You didn't tell me you were buff Santa." Dave murmurs, shedding the present of it's wrapping so he can hold it up for inspection. Oh- shit. Say the thing, Dave. "Thanks, dude." There is a very notable amount of sincerity in his tone.

"Well, I shave to keep incognito." He smiles gently, gratified to see that the boy likes his gift. "I thought it would take better quality photos than your phone."

He'd like to let Dave enjoy his gift in peace, but there's something in what he said wiggling at the back of his mind, something about time travel. "I am curious though... if he's you from the future and came back to warn you, if you changed your path based on that warning wouldn't the future he came from cease to exist?"

And him along with it? There's an unhappy thought, but it's exactly what happened to Mai during that entire debacle with Doctor Gamo. They changed the future, but in doing so she'd faded away to nothing. Not exactly the best topic for a birthday party.

"Nevermind. Forget I said anything."

"Smart move on both counts." Dave retorts agreeably, a smile still playing at his lips even though he's trying to keep his expression in check. It's a really damn thoughtful gift, he can't help the fact that the fuzzies are building in him for it. He'll have to really nail Christmas for the guy.

His attention raises from the camera to Albert when he's asked the question and he makes a thoughtful sound along the lines of ehhhh, waving him off when he tells him not to mind answering. "It's sort of like that. We adopted him into our timeline with some stupid game mechanism. I dunno. I've been there forever and I still don't really know how to explain things without coming off like a nerd on a sugar trip." He gives his shoulders a shrug. "Surprised you haven't asked about the wings."

"I am admittedly curious, but that's more something to ask the man himself I would think." Better than whispering around behind Davesprite's back, though there's a social awkwardness in just asking about the wings too. You can't just out and ask someone why they have wings.

"What do you mean game mechanism?"

"I don't think he cares, to be honest. If he didn't think people would be curious about the wings he'd be kidding himself. Hell, we'd be kidding ourselves." He splays a hand on his chest to dramatize the moment a little more, because Dave understands.

Only now he understands less, so he thins his eyes behind his shades. "You're tight with Terezi, right? And she never...?" Told you, is the word he's looking for. "We were playing a big game, only the game was kind of like. I dunno. Real?"

"Well, if you care to share the story then be my guest but I'm not one to pry." Perhaps some accident with a bird and teleportation or... he's really not sure.

"As for Terezi, she tried to convince me she was God but never said anything about a game. Is that all part of the same thing?"

Teenagers...

"There isn't much to it. He was from the future, things weren't going well, he came back to warn me and he stuck in our timeline. The wings, uh. They're harder to explain if you don't know we were in a game." Suddenly he's wondering if he should have divulged that much if Terezi didn't, but it's too late now.

"Trust her to skimp on the details. Yeah, it was a game, but like the Hunger Games there was approximately nothing fun about it. Terezi is definitely a God, though. I'm just more of a God than she is." He's sure that was extremely helpful.

Double the Dave.

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