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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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"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.

Edited 2017-01-08 03:32 (UTC)

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?"

"just time bullshit you know how it is it's handy to show up here to catch some free time but the clock is always ticking somewhere" Future Dave hefts AU Dave up out of the chair and drags one arm over his shoulders.

They both mutter curses as they stagger towards the door, with the other Daves following behind them like a set of really bizarre clone ducklings.

Edited 2017-01-10 03:17 (UTC)

And trailed by a troll catgirl, to complete the bizareness of the picture.

Are all of them leaving?

Well, eventually. Future Dave opens the door with AU Dave's hand. Then he gives him a shove, toppling face first back into his world. "sweet dreams dude"

It won't be a pleasant landing, but it's better than being stuck here and breaking his personal timeline.

Future Dave nods to Nepeta. "see you soon"

The other Daves line up behind him, with Current Dave leaning over everyone's shoulders to watch.

That's ... well. That's more reassuring than she quite cares to admit, really, because honestly she is getting tired of all these variations on Dave Strider going away.

"S33 you, captain," she says airily, and turns to make a three-point leap (tabletop, booth wall, support pillar) back up to the rafters.

(If she turns to watch them go once she's out of sight, well, nobody's going to know.)

Current Dave watches her go.

He gives the bar one last scowl, and heads out the door.