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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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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.

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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.