[you know what's annoying? having access to a handy hammerspace inventory system that would be all kinds of useful for spelunking, but also having it blip out and barf up whatever you had stored in there every time the world's magical karma or whatever shifts.]
[that leaves Dave to rely on his equally blippy rhyming magic to conjure supplies, and to alleviate the most pressing issue he has at the moment: it's way too freezing in this cave. he's a Texas kid whose video game planet was a giant ball of lava, he gets cold easily, okay!!]
[and with powers shifting wherever they might, whenever they feel like it, he's only got three shots and a short window of time to conjure up something useful. which is why he's improvising, slapping together raps he's used previously. ]
[which is why, on the first night, he's chilling on the ground next to a giant coffee bean. it gives off a pretty reasonable warmth. it even smells a bit like a fresh roast, if you care to have a seat and warm up next to it.]
Don't touch it.
[it'll also burn the shit out of your hands, because Dave was an idiot, and that wasn't something he considered when telling the void about the thing in rhyme. and judging by the way he's kind of holding his own hands close to himself, he learned that the hard way.]
ii (a).
[boy, those bottomless pits of water look pretty enticing, don't they?]
[anyone who happens to be considering taking a quick (or extended) dip in the pool with some friendly sprites might suddenly find a kid, inexplicably wearing a pair of sunglasses inside a cave, standing right next to them.]
You want the short or long list of reasons why jumping in there is a stupid fucking idea?
[joke's on you, though, you're getting the long spiel regardless of how you anwser.]
ii (b).
[or, if you happen to be someone who slipped into one of the pools before he could deliver his longwinded ... whatever that was ... and if he happens to recognize you, then that serene and calm feeling of sinking into a death by pixies is going to be abruptly cut short by someone suddenly grabbing onto your wrist and pulling. because Dave, overprotective kid used to bailing friends out of jams that he is, just dove right in, too.]
[try not to breathe in, that's a good way to get drowned. dead. one of those. but there's someone else waiting at the edge of the pool, hand extended to pull some wayward swimmers out of the depths.]
[it's ... a second Dave. for?? some reason???]
iii.
[this is just the prompt where Dave wasted one of his valuable daily magical raps to conjure a bright red paint marker, so he could deface the walls like whatever spooky thing that's urging them to get out did. it's pretty damp in here, so it probably won't actually stay there for very long.]
[his biggest message does say, "fuck you this is my house now", though.]
iv. wildcard
[if you're in group c, do whatever! or if you're outside of group c, feel free to text him.]
group c
[you know what's annoying? having access to a handy hammerspace inventory system that would be all kinds of useful for spelunking, but also having it blip out and barf up whatever you had stored in there every time the world's magical karma or whatever shifts.]
[that leaves Dave to rely on his equally blippy rhyming magic to conjure supplies, and to alleviate the most pressing issue he has at the moment: it's way too freezing in this cave. he's a Texas kid whose video game planet was a giant ball of lava, he gets cold easily, okay!!]
[and with powers shifting wherever they might, whenever they feel like it, he's only got three shots and a short window of time to conjure up something useful. which is why he's improvising, slapping together raps he's used previously. ]
[which is why, on the first night, he's chilling on the ground next to a giant coffee bean. it gives off a pretty reasonable warmth. it even smells a bit like a fresh roast, if you care to have a seat and warm up next to it.]
Don't touch it.
[it'll also burn the shit out of your hands, because Dave was an idiot, and that wasn't something he considered when telling the void about the thing in rhyme. and judging by the way he's kind of holding his own hands close to himself, he learned that the hard way.]
ii (a).
[boy, those bottomless pits of water look pretty enticing, don't they?]
[anyone who happens to be considering taking a quick (or extended) dip in the pool with some friendly sprites might suddenly find a kid, inexplicably wearing a pair of sunglasses inside a cave, standing right next to them.]
You want the short or long list of reasons why jumping in there is a stupid fucking idea?
[joke's on you, though, you're getting the long spiel regardless of how you anwser.]
ii (b).
[or, if you happen to be someone who slipped into one of the pools before he could deliver his longwinded ... whatever that was ... and if he happens to recognize you, then that serene and calm feeling of sinking into a death by pixies is going to be abruptly cut short by someone suddenly grabbing onto your wrist and pulling. because Dave, overprotective kid used to bailing friends out of jams that he is, just dove right in, too.]
[try not to breathe in, that's a good way to get drowned. dead. one of those. but there's someone else waiting at the edge of the pool, hand extended to pull some wayward swimmers out of the depths.]
[it's ... a second Dave. for?? some reason???]
iii.
[this is just the prompt where Dave wasted one of his valuable daily magical raps to conjure a bright red paint marker, so he could deface the walls like whatever spooky thing that's urging them to get out did. it's pretty damp in here, so it probably won't actually stay there for very long.]
[his biggest message does say, "fuck you this is my house now", though.]
iv. wildcard
[if you're in group c, do whatever! or if you're outside of group c, feel free to text him.]