Double the Dave.

[shenunigans]

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.

Comments

Psii OTA

[biiowiired]

This wasn't at all what Psii expected to walk into when he was returning to his living quarters. He knew people liked to party here, but he didn't know Tributes got up to shenanigans as well. Psii couldn't tell what exactly this was supposed to be celebrating, but being an alien, he wasn't surprised. For all he knew, it was a party for the corpses everyone would soon be making. He stopped to look around. This party didn't reek of the Capitol's luxury. The streamers were out of control. The cake looked like a delicious homemade trainwreck.

Humans were so goddamn weird.

He must have stumbled on someone's personal party. What lame asshole would use the common area that everyone and their lusus had to trundle through anyway? Frowning, he snatched a cookie off a table for his trouble. Maybe he could escape without getting too many weird looks.

[shenunigans]

At first seeing Psii is a little like seeing a ghost for Dave. It's barely been a month since Sollux left permanently, though Dave refuses to admit that it's because he died. He just left, packed his nerdy pockets with red and blue candy and left.

So he balks visibly for a moment before he pulls it together and inhales through his nose. This guy isn't Sollux, he's seen enough of the older trolls to know that he's someone a little different. But why is he here? Did they seriously pull Sollux out and replace him with his ancestor? Sick fucks.

Ah well. It's his birthday and, even if he's not the host and can't figure out who the host is, he decides he should play welcoming committee like seeing this guy isn't traumitising him.

"You paying for that?" He asks dryly, not even trying to act like he's sincerely asking. "Cookies are strictly for my homies, and you only look a little like one of my homies." He decides calling him an Imposter is in bad taste.

[biiowiired]

He looked like someone? his descendant that Karkat mentioned, Sawlicks or something? Psii had always believed ancestors were a pretentious highblood myth until that moment. Half of him still wanted to deny it, but here was Signless's descendant alive and well. It was reasonable to suppose there really had been a younger, scrawnier, less scarred lisping asshole wandering around.

Or.... was this human kid talking about the Helmsman? Goddamn, Psii couldn't get away from his future shadow ever since he arrived. The memory of that pathetic snarky lisping bioengineered wreck followed him like a ghost with a fetish for self hate. Hey, douchebag, memento non mori until the Empress has run you ragged for an eternity.

"I'm not him," he said with slightly more force than necessary. He sighed. "But if I have to path through thith bullshit every time I go to my rethpiteblock, I should retheive thomething for my trouble. What'th thith for, anyway?" He waved vaguely at the streamers with his cookie'd hand.

[shenunigans]

"I never said you were him. I said you looked a little like him, bro. Take a seat before you do the whole dramatic flounce thing." He folds his arms over his chest, clearly so intent on stopping him from eating the bountiful dessert goods in front of him.

Clever. Real clever, Capitol. The guy does live here, they literally replaced Sollux with his ancestor. God, this is fucked up. It isn't Psii's fault, though, so he refrains from being a dick.

"Take all the cookies you want, chumplestiltskin." He says finally, not bothering to ask his name. "All what? All the food and shit? Standard. You'll get used to it."

[biiowiired]

Maybe District 9 just couldn't get enough of sparky, lispy assholes. A shame then, that they didn't come in twos. Psii wasn't asked his name, so he didn't bother to give it. Politeness was for highbloods waiting to stab one in the back later.

"No, thith ith a deviation from the uthual murder-happy fethtivitieth. Thtreamerth. Junk food. What, ith it 12th Perigee's Eve and I didn't get the new interdimenthional calendar memo? I should have helped drag in a behemoth leaving, thinthe there are no luthii to do it."

He highly doubted it was any troll holiday he knew of, but familiar cultural references were comforting. Psii took a bite, then stacked a second cookie on top of his first, just to see if this human really meant what he said. Two would be enough for him regardless.

"Oh well. Tell me about your friend. Or don't. You can't be blabbing shit about your friendth to anyone who athkth, and even thothe who don't athk." Thanks for killing each other, Tributes. Thanks for bugging all the rooms, Capitol.

[shenunigans]

"Oh, right. Well clearly you're the expert since you've been here a hot minute as opposed to the six months and five million parties I've seen. Sure. This is exactly the kind of thing we do for Christmas, only we don't have a tree because that would be fucking ridiculous."

Dave will say just about anything in place of admitting that this is a shindig for him that he had no part in putting together. He's an honest guy like that. No, really.

"You can loosen the tinfoil hat a little there, buddy. Talking about him isn't going to make him any less dead." He says that bitterly, even if he tries to pass it off as casual. "What's there to say? His name was Sollux and he was literally you except pint sized."

[biiowiired]

Psii didn't believe him for a second, even while not knowing what the hell Christmas was. He was a fellow snarker who spoke the language of deadpan.

He didn't know what size a pint was, but he gathered enough. He also caught the way the human mentioned his death, like he wished it wasn't so. Had they been allies? Probably, if he thought it ok to talk about him to Psii, who was a perfect stranger.

"Then he wathn't literally me. He wath my dethendant. Karkat Vantas told me he wath hith friend back home. How did he die?"