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Just out of sight of the bar itself, there's a table. Not in a shadowy corner, but not in the main drag of Milliways.

It is currently occupied by a preposterous amount of Daves. One is about thirteen, short and skinny and sulking. If Milliways has any sort of chronology, this is the 'current' Dave.

Two of them are a little older, but about the same age as each other. Still deep in puberty's grasp, maybe around fifteen. One is wearing a dealer's visor.

The next Dave looks more like the 'future' Dave who was most recently in the bar, helping out his younger self. He's probably sixteen.

The final Dave is quite a bit older, wearing a fancy suit jacket and dress shirt over a pair of black jeans. He's face down on the table with his shades mashed up against his forehead. There's a half-full glass of water next to his elbow. He mutters to himself occasionally but barely stirs.

They are apparently playing poker.

[OOC: Feel free to just toss in a reaction if this is too many Daves for you to actively thread with. It is entirely ridiculous.]

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It's weirdly like looking at a hand of cards, studying the Daves below -- a comparison made irresistible by the actual cards fanned out in their hands. Especially to an eye attuned to the Heart aspect, which makes it clear that this isn't five people of similar appearance but five different iterations of the same self.

(Five of a kind, of course, is only a possible hand when there is a joker in the deck. Nepeta tentatively drops that classification onto the oldest of the Daves.)

That's fair. If any Dave is a wild card, it's one from an alternate timeline. Especially one that becomes a famous director and freedom fighter.

The sixteen year old future Dave glances up into the rafters.

:OO!!

Busted. Nepeta waves at him, sheepishly.

He tips her a quick salute, but only when the others are distracted with their cards.

"i raise," he says, eliciting groans from around the table.

... and speaking of irresistible comparisons: yeah, Nepeta's going to look at everybody's cards now.

Of course, using that glance to tip off any one Dave in particular would be cheating.

It certainly would be. Though it seems like someone has beat her to it, because there's at least one extra ace in this deck.

Which Dave it came from is harder to figure.

Well, this shouldn't be too hard for an ~~expurrienced~~ experienced rogue to figure out.

Edging around to the other side of the table, Nepeta carefully starts to count cards.

That might be easier if the Daves were using a standard desk. Someone has apparently seen fit to include a few extras.

One Dave appears to have been adding in Fiduspawn cards. Another has a Carlton Fisk all-star card from 1975. The hand of cards face up in front of AU Dave is mostly minor arcana tarot.

Future Dave has two white cards that say 'Barack Obama' and 'YOU MUST CONSTRUCT ADDITIONAL PYLONS'.

"i forget are slivers worth more than 'draw four' cards or not"

"obviously not dude"

Nepeta clamps one hand over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud.

... The movement jostles loose a spare sylladex card that was in her pocket for some reason, and it flutters down to the center of table below.

The Daves all watch the card as it lands neatly on the table. Then they look up.

It's a good thing Nepeta is used to being stared at by weirdos in sunglasses. This lot is less muscle-y than her usual, though.

Aaaand it's time for another sheepish wave from the rafter.

"Hi Dave."

"catgirl troll"

Current Dave hasn't even seen her in a dream bubble yet. "did a dog troll chase you up there or something"

"hi nepeta," says Future Dave.

One of the middle Daves takes this opportunity to snatch up the sylladex card. It's a sandwich. Score. He discards a convenient Black Lotus and adds that to his hand. Delicious, delicious irony.

"I just wanted to s33 fur myself what you all were playing," she says, airily. "Except now I saw and I'm not sure you're all even playing purrcisely the same game as each other?"

Aw man, that was a good sandwich too.

"are you suggesting we're not of one mind"

"fucking heresy"

"you will be assimilated"

"let's be real though resistance isn't exactly futile we're lazy as fuck"

"too real"

She leans down over the edge of the rafter, idly anchoring herself with one set of claws. "Oh purrlease, like you couldn't play five diffurent games with one mind."

"well okay true"

"might be harder to win though"

One Dave discards a one-eyed Jack, causing the others to groan in dismay at the move.

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What's all the groaning about? Nepeta leans further to try and get a better look at the card.

By this time she's basically dangling from the rafter by one hand and her tail.

By some unspoken rule, it appears everyone is being forced to discard a card and pass it to the left.

"god damn it i almost had a full railguns and a bagel hand"

"you made me split up my tomodachi"

"there goes my zerg rush"

Okay, this is just getting ridiculous, trying to watch at this angle.

Nepeta pulls herself back up onto the rafter, wriggles back and forth a little to make sure of her footing, and then makes a smooth leap down and across to the top of a nearby booth wall, in a perfectly tidy landing that barely disturbs the air.

That's the idea, anyway. What actually happens is that one foot slips on the rafter and sends her crashing down into the center of the card game, scattering cards and poker chips in all directions.

Daves and glasses of apple juice also go in all directions.

"oh fuck"

"SHIT"

Current Dave dives away from the table, getting his back to the wall. AU Dave's chair tips over with a thud, landing on another Dave.

Future Dave lunges forward so fast there's a blur. He tries to break Nepeta's fall, but most likely gets a troll right to the breadbasket.

Future Dave does, alas, get a troll to the breadbasket. He also gets in the way of Nepeta landing on her (hands and) feet and pretending like she totally meant to do that.

Instead there's a slightly groaning pile of troll-and-human atop a table that is hopefully not actually cracked.

"I'm pawfully sorry, are you okay?"

how dare you," Dave says with a breathless wheeze. "not only am i fine i'm fine as hell" He fumbles his shades back into place.

One of the middle Dave hefts AU Dave back into a chair. "well i'm spent i think it's this old man's bed time anyway"

Current Dave's shoulders relax as he listens to the chatter of the other Daves. He slouches against the wall. He also totally meant to do that. We're all fine here. How are you?

The other middle Dave wrings out his cape. "goddamn i hate when the cape gets sticky"

"Sorry I meowssed up your game," she mumbles.

"it's cool it's cool" the Daves reassure her.

"we're kind of on a schedule anyway"

One of the middle Daves nudges Current Dave. "see told you" He's pointing at the front door. Apparently, someone isn't bound anymore.

Nepeta glances at it, and her brow knits. "Wait, what shedule?"