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EPISODE 1: meeting
EPISODE 2: the latvian mob
EPISODE 3: a concussion
EPISODE 4: bench talk
EPISODE 5: break-in
[ what would someone following the number connected to dave strider notice during recon? well.
dave strider, thirteen, gangly and edging on getting taller but way too skinny, angular and bony in a way that says he could stand to eat more food more often. he constantly wears shades. he equally constantly wears long-sleeved shirts and jeans in the houston heat. dave is too careful to ever let that shirt ride up enough to show what's underneath, and he never lets his shades get jostled off his face in public.
the kid has more of an online presence than his brother. he runs a webcomic with an avant garde sense of style and some truly disturbing strips that occasionally seem to correspond with times his number has come up; he sells shit on the site sometimes, t-shirts or book compilations or keychains. the money isn't saved but tends to get spent on groceries. he trolls internet forms at random but does seem to speak regularly to at least three other kids, and has for at least three years. these conversations are all mostly superficial even though the kids are close. the deepest he ever gets in them is with rose lalonde, who lives in new york. sometimes they talk about his dreams.
to each of them he only has positive things to say about his brother, whom he idolizes.
the other half of his computer use seems to go to online school, which dave does all right on. he only occasionally misses deadlines, but more frequently turns shit in ahead of time. he participates haphazardly on the forums as required, but aside from an odd sense of humor and a decent grasp on the subjects, he doesn't say anything worth reading.
following dave in person is harder. he doesn't leave the apartment often except to go to the store, or occasionally the library. he has hung out in the park once or twice but always goes home the second his cellphone buzzes with a text. his interactions with other people are limited; he's polite and casually friendly and charming to the grocery store employees and the librarian, and he doesn't turn people away when they talk to him exactly, but he never discusses anything of note and always excuses himself pretty quickly. dave doesn't like to be touched and doesn't let it happen, never needing to flinch back because he moves faster than that, and doesn't let himself get in the position where someone will try to touch him.
at the store he gets apple juice and bread and peanut butter. or junk food that keeps longer, kept at the back of his closet. nothing he has to refrigerate or heat up. at the library he gets art and film books or photography collections or comics or shit like my teacher is an alien or animorphs or pretty much anything. he doesn't usually check them out to go back home, unless it's a thing for school. when he signs his name on anything it's a careful angular scrawl and he likes to do it in red - dave always keeps a red pen in his pockets. at the park he tends to sit on a bench with good sightlines and sometimes he'll feed birds bits of torn bread and sometimes he'll scroll through shit on his phone (tumblr, random sites, pesterchum) but mostly he just kind of sits there and listens to music.
he downloads a lot of music. sometimes he mixes up new shit and uploads it, sending it to his friends or occasionally just keeping it to himself. dave maintains some social media accounts but is weird about them. there are disjointed quotes or phrases and oddly angled pictures and he seems to treat them like some sort of joke only he gets, but he's almost dedicated to them like he doesn't seem to be to a lot of shit. there's a blog he used to update but doesn't any longer about tony hawk and other things and every glimpse into his mind through his words is unclear and a little off.
a lot of the time he seems to be in the apartment alone. he isn't always, despite appearances, and he knows it. there's a ton of surveillance equipment inside the apartment and dave treats the cameras and recording devices with a casual weariness and wariness. his brother is constantly monitoring both dave and the equipment; fucking with that would probably be a bad idea for anyone paying attention, but it might be possible to jack some of those frequencies, if you're careful.
inside the apartment he mostly stays in his room. when he comes out he's nervous and cautious but nothing ever shows on his face. even in the sanctity of his own room this is true; dave doesn't emote when he can help it and even when he jumps when a trap goes off, his expression doesn't change an iota. when he speaks his voice is low and too-texan, but he doesn't usually unless he's outside of the apartment and has to. there is no point, since his brother seems disinterested in speaking to the kid. he rambles in his interactions with other people online but in person always cuts them short, seemingly uncomfortable with talking for too long.
the one activity that takes up most of his time, however, is training. at any hour of the day or night dave might be called to the roof. bro owns the entire building, and no one has ever called in anything about the striders. if they have, it was taken care of quickly and quietly and nothing ever got to the people who might have done something with it. bro watches everything and this is how things go: dave goes up the stairs with a sword in hand and once he's at the top it starts and then it keeps going until it's over. sometimes it goes on past that. it can take hours on end or only a few minutes, and there isn't any way to predict which it's going to be. eventually dave's left alone and he lies on the roof for a bit until he picks himself up and goes back inside the apartment. he patches himself up quickly and efficiently and doesn't complain at all. the most he has ever done is inform john egbert he got his ass kicked, and john assumed dave was exaggerating like dave always does.
here's another thing to notice: dave strider is used to being watched. he's paranoid about it, trying to read from every tiny clue in his life what will happen next and coming up blank. so when there's an extra pair of eyes he notices after a few hours, and he doesn't like the feeling. he picks himself up off the roof and ignores a broken wrist and too many cuts to count and probably a few cracked ribs in order to lean over the edge of the railing, eyes scanning surrounding buildings with a tense little frown.
it's pointless to tell bro. it might be bro. is he supposed to confront the change or ignore it? it's impossible to tell when bro wants him to roll with something or dig his heels in, and if he can't figure it out quick before the inscrutable time limit runs out, bro will probably be disappointed. and also maybe mad? it's hard to tell if bro ever gets mad or anything else at all, but dave would like to avoid that eventuality and measure up, so...
so.
right.
he can't spot who might be watching him but he didn't expect to. he can never spot bro in the apartment, either. so maybe he needs to change the location? maybe this is counter-surveillance training. it's not the usual so it has to be something else, after all. he's too tired to think it through but that doesn't really matter because there's probably a time limit and he shouldn't be too tired for it so he can't be.
the next day dave will completely disregard his usual daily schedule and leave the apartment. his injuries are taken care of even if he's oddly careful about his wrist, a makeshift brace involving a wrist watch making it casual. dave can always make his walk seem easy and relaxed no matter what he's hiding. he doesn't go to any of his usual locations. instead he goes to the movie theater, wastes precious grocery money on a ticket for a random action movie, and immediately ditches through an emergency exit in the theater once he's zipped in.
he loiters around out of sight to see if he can catch anyone coming out after him.
there are a dozen other little trips and traps like that planned if his simple first-ditch effort doesn't work as he zigzags around the city with absolutely no gameplan, testing the waters to see what comes up. there's no possibility of waiting for probably-bro to explain himself, because bro doesn't do explanations. so. time to figure out the rules as best he can and hope it's what he's supposed to be doing.
the lack of any ominous texts to his phone is either encouraging or terrifying. dave can't be fucked to figure out which it is, exactly. ]
EPISODE 2: the latvian mob
EPISODE 3: a concussion
EPISODE 4: bench talk
EPISODE 5: break-in
[ what would someone following the number connected to dave strider notice during recon? well.
dave strider, thirteen, gangly and edging on getting taller but way too skinny, angular and bony in a way that says he could stand to eat more food more often. he constantly wears shades. he equally constantly wears long-sleeved shirts and jeans in the houston heat. dave is too careful to ever let that shirt ride up enough to show what's underneath, and he never lets his shades get jostled off his face in public.
the kid has more of an online presence than his brother. he runs a webcomic with an avant garde sense of style and some truly disturbing strips that occasionally seem to correspond with times his number has come up; he sells shit on the site sometimes, t-shirts or book compilations or keychains. the money isn't saved but tends to get spent on groceries. he trolls internet forms at random but does seem to speak regularly to at least three other kids, and has for at least three years. these conversations are all mostly superficial even though the kids are close. the deepest he ever gets in them is with rose lalonde, who lives in new york. sometimes they talk about his dreams.
to each of them he only has positive things to say about his brother, whom he idolizes.
the other half of his computer use seems to go to online school, which dave does all right on. he only occasionally misses deadlines, but more frequently turns shit in ahead of time. he participates haphazardly on the forums as required, but aside from an odd sense of humor and a decent grasp on the subjects, he doesn't say anything worth reading.
following dave in person is harder. he doesn't leave the apartment often except to go to the store, or occasionally the library. he has hung out in the park once or twice but always goes home the second his cellphone buzzes with a text. his interactions with other people are limited; he's polite and casually friendly and charming to the grocery store employees and the librarian, and he doesn't turn people away when they talk to him exactly, but he never discusses anything of note and always excuses himself pretty quickly. dave doesn't like to be touched and doesn't let it happen, never needing to flinch back because he moves faster than that, and doesn't let himself get in the position where someone will try to touch him.
at the store he gets apple juice and bread and peanut butter. or junk food that keeps longer, kept at the back of his closet. nothing he has to refrigerate or heat up. at the library he gets art and film books or photography collections or comics or shit like my teacher is an alien or animorphs or pretty much anything. he doesn't usually check them out to go back home, unless it's a thing for school. when he signs his name on anything it's a careful angular scrawl and he likes to do it in red - dave always keeps a red pen in his pockets. at the park he tends to sit on a bench with good sightlines and sometimes he'll feed birds bits of torn bread and sometimes he'll scroll through shit on his phone (tumblr, random sites, pesterchum) but mostly he just kind of sits there and listens to music.
he downloads a lot of music. sometimes he mixes up new shit and uploads it, sending it to his friends or occasionally just keeping it to himself. dave maintains some social media accounts but is weird about them. there are disjointed quotes or phrases and oddly angled pictures and he seems to treat them like some sort of joke only he gets, but he's almost dedicated to them like he doesn't seem to be to a lot of shit. there's a blog he used to update but doesn't any longer about tony hawk and other things and every glimpse into his mind through his words is unclear and a little off.
a lot of the time he seems to be in the apartment alone. he isn't always, despite appearances, and he knows it. there's a ton of surveillance equipment inside the apartment and dave treats the cameras and recording devices with a casual weariness and wariness. his brother is constantly monitoring both dave and the equipment; fucking with that would probably be a bad idea for anyone paying attention, but it might be possible to jack some of those frequencies, if you're careful.
inside the apartment he mostly stays in his room. when he comes out he's nervous and cautious but nothing ever shows on his face. even in the sanctity of his own room this is true; dave doesn't emote when he can help it and even when he jumps when a trap goes off, his expression doesn't change an iota. when he speaks his voice is low and too-texan, but he doesn't usually unless he's outside of the apartment and has to. there is no point, since his brother seems disinterested in speaking to the kid. he rambles in his interactions with other people online but in person always cuts them short, seemingly uncomfortable with talking for too long.
the one activity that takes up most of his time, however, is training. at any hour of the day or night dave might be called to the roof. bro owns the entire building, and no one has ever called in anything about the striders. if they have, it was taken care of quickly and quietly and nothing ever got to the people who might have done something with it. bro watches everything and this is how things go: dave goes up the stairs with a sword in hand and once he's at the top it starts and then it keeps going until it's over. sometimes it goes on past that. it can take hours on end or only a few minutes, and there isn't any way to predict which it's going to be. eventually dave's left alone and he lies on the roof for a bit until he picks himself up and goes back inside the apartment. he patches himself up quickly and efficiently and doesn't complain at all. the most he has ever done is inform john egbert he got his ass kicked, and john assumed dave was exaggerating like dave always does.
here's another thing to notice: dave strider is used to being watched. he's paranoid about it, trying to read from every tiny clue in his life what will happen next and coming up blank. so when there's an extra pair of eyes he notices after a few hours, and he doesn't like the feeling. he picks himself up off the roof and ignores a broken wrist and too many cuts to count and probably a few cracked ribs in order to lean over the edge of the railing, eyes scanning surrounding buildings with a tense little frown.
it's pointless to tell bro. it might be bro. is he supposed to confront the change or ignore it? it's impossible to tell when bro wants him to roll with something or dig his heels in, and if he can't figure it out quick before the inscrutable time limit runs out, bro will probably be disappointed. and also maybe mad? it's hard to tell if bro ever gets mad or anything else at all, but dave would like to avoid that eventuality and measure up, so...
so.
right.
he can't spot who might be watching him but he didn't expect to. he can never spot bro in the apartment, either. so maybe he needs to change the location? maybe this is counter-surveillance training. it's not the usual so it has to be something else, after all. he's too tired to think it through but that doesn't really matter because there's probably a time limit and he shouldn't be too tired for it so he can't be.
the next day dave will completely disregard his usual daily schedule and leave the apartment. his injuries are taken care of even if he's oddly careful about his wrist, a makeshift brace involving a wrist watch making it casual. dave can always make his walk seem easy and relaxed no matter what he's hiding. he doesn't go to any of his usual locations. instead he goes to the movie theater, wastes precious grocery money on a ticket for a random action movie, and immediately ditches through an emergency exit in the theater once he's zipped in.
he loiters around out of sight to see if he can catch anyone coming out after him.
there are a dozen other little trips and traps like that planned if his simple first-ditch effort doesn't work as he zigzags around the city with absolutely no gameplan, testing the waters to see what comes up. there's no possibility of waiting for probably-bro to explain himself, because bro doesn't do explanations. so. time to figure out the rules as best he can and hope it's what he's supposed to be doing.
the lack of any ominous texts to his phone is either encouraging or terrifying. dave can't be fucked to figure out which it is, exactly. ]
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Seems like a standard dick. Not super great with crit, which makes comin' to this kinda thing and doin' meet-and-greets a stupid as fuck choice. [ a shrug. ] I feel like it'd pay to be careful around him, but I don't have a reason for that.
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[Dirk takes out the phone and starts flipping through emails and texts. And there it is: actual information.]
We've got a few threatening messages, and a lot of angry threats right back. If this is why we got our mob guy's number, then it won't be easy to make a call between victim or perpetrator.
[He stops at an information desk and says he found this phone: hands it over. Dude will recover it if he asks someone where it is.]
Are you up for the meeting?
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[ granted, he spends 99% of his time around a guy who makes killing intent laughably normal. ]
I'm up for the meetin'. There's nothin' connectin' me to the troll on the forums, for the record, unless they do your shit but I dunno what that'd give 'em. And it's a general meetin' so just. Act like you really like the Green Lantern, I guess. What do you mean it wouldn't be easy to make a call?
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[He declares that with easy confidence. Dave has proved it throughout their time together readily. And it fits the scientific literature regarding children who grow up in situations like Dave: while many of them can't specifically identify the cues they use, a number are phenomenal at reading micro-expressions out of sheer survival habits. Dave, a smart, wary kid, deliberately abused to develop hyperawareness and attentiveness to small details, has been trained on a level that all his years Langley couldn't give him. Dave learned to read whatever cues he could with the same necessity that Dirk learned to read desert terrain and a crowd of strangers. And Dave has been learning it from the start.]
I mean I don't know if he'll kill our number, or if our number will kill him.
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[ dave takes over the direction they're going in, rerouting them towards the forum meetup. ]
Why do you do this, anyway?
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[Dirk follows along Dave, taking the same protective stance as before.]
Why do I stop bad things from happening when given the opportunity to be there in time?
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People don't really do that. Not without a reason.
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So I took the job.
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[ for the record. dave is going to be ? stubborn about that a little longer ? maybe he'll see how the latvian mob comic thing plays out. ]
People don't really have purposes, I think. They have lies they tell to themselves about why they do the things they do or what they do 'em for, but those are all just lies.
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[Not disagreement on the general premise, but why always just lies.]
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[ kind of a confused answer. but.
dave maybe should seek some kind of help here and yet ]
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[ john can go become a comedian and rose can be an author and jade can be a scientist, but will it ever really matter beyond how they feel about it? is it a purpose or is it wasting time? ]
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I'm not saying a purpose isn't made up and arbitrary. I just don't think that arbitrary, made up things are necessarily lies.
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[ make some oblique mysterious backstory comment, dirk. ]
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There's an argument to be made...
[Another pause. He breathes out, and lets some more out.] You could argue that I've had more or less the same purpose since I was eight, and just decided to chase after it in different ways. It might not be the kind of answer you're askin' for.
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[ if dirk doesn't want to share the purpose, he means.
...probably that was a stupid question to ask when everyone dirk knows is maybe still listening in, anyway. shit, they heard all of dave's rambling about purposes, too, didn't they?
holy shit he should just shut up. ]
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English isn't listening. Lalonde either. They could be, in an absolute emergency, but as long as I'm not in a phone call, they can't hear it automatically. They'd have to access my phone's microphone remotely. It's in their capabilities, but they don't do it unless they think I'm dying somewhere. They call me before trying that.
[He thought Dave might want to know that. But okay. The other part of it?]
I had a brother. Not to get into the psychological nitty gritty of my tragic backstory here, but the only kind of purpose that works for me is one that makes me feel like I might stand half a chance at being worthy of what he gave to me.
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[ the part about no one listening in gets dave to relax a hair, but oh to the rest of it because he has no idea what to say. was never trained on how to handle this kind of thing. bro never really engaged when dave was upset or hurt; the most he could expect would maybe be a kick to the side to check for vitals. rose and jade and john all had their own methods of comfort, but dave wasn't sure he knew how to do them all that well so mostly he tended to rely heavily on desperate nonsense rambles and hoping something stuck while hovering and trying not to seem like he was hovering.
he's not even sure comfort is a thing he wants to give, here. dave's not sure how he feels about the information but he's pretty sure it isn't his to feel anything at all about, really.
asking so you had an older brother too? would bring bro into it and while bro is always in everything dave does he's at least very clear on the fact dirk doesn't appreciate that and presumably if his brother was his purpose he wouldn't want the two concepts mixing. so.
what does having a purpose feel like is probably also out. so is did you love him. what happened to him is an obvious no go.
what does that even leave? ]
Rose is always more interested in the psychological nitty gritty of things than I am. It ain't really my lookout why you do what you do or whatever. I was just curious.
[ he starts fiddling with his wrist band, scanning the area idly as he walks. only it's never really idle; he's cataloguing what's happening and deciding how worried he should be. ]
Tragic backstories are kinda overrated. I'd read about a superhero that didn't have one.
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[Dirk has been studiously avoiding 'kid' for a while now, so 'dude' it is. He doesn't seem bothered by the response, only a little remorse for unsettling Dave. The fidgeting strikes him as a sign of discomfort and agitation, and he'd like to help Dave feel more relaxed.]
Don't you hate all superheroes? I wouldn't have expected a chill backstory to be enough to persuade you.
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[ he stops fiddling to level a glare at dirk. ]
I never told you I don't like superheroes. [ he did sideways mention an aversion to cops simply by being anti-meeting-jane, but that is clearly not related. ] I know I've probably mentioned it offhand to Lalonde or somethin', but you could pretend you didn't know it.
[ the complaint is an easier answer than "i like chill backstories in any media, any genre." ]
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[He did not read it? He assumed it PRETTY EASILY THERE]
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[ at least........he's still talking to dirk Despite this? ]
And I don't see why chill backstories can't be a thing. Or just a chill continuum.
[ a show where nothing bad ever happened to anyone ever and nothing bad continues to not happen to anyone ever. forever. ]
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[This seems stupid, and Dirk is going to vocalize that with his tone.]
That's the slice of life genre. The modern preoccupation with tragic backstories really derives from the Romantic tradition of history-motivated individuality. While the concept of a backstory wasn't exactly foreign to premodern times, the sort of psychological realism that demands past trauma to motivate current action derives from that tradition, especially in its Gothic modes. It was combined with the obsession with accurate depiction of the human mind that happened in the 19th century and entered into comics when there was an interest in 'elevating' the genre by creating a psychological reality for its characters.
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[ also. that sure was a lot of words. ]
I dunno if the slice of life genre is even what I'm talkin' about. Like - the dumb day to day misunderstandings are better, but like. I mean a chill continuum where people just don't get angry or sad or worried or whatever. Mom and Dad are happy and don't work all the time. They don't constantly bicker or forget birthdays or whatever else happens in sitcoms or the kinda genre you're talkin' about. The kids don't really fight. They just kinda exist and do their own thing and that's ok. Sometimes they go and be chill in different locations but there's not any stress. I'd watch that kind of show, or read that kinda comic. But I don't think it's really a thing?
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