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strideways) wrote2012-02-02 09:56 pm
strideways) wrote2012-02-02 09:56 pm
> Dave: Indulge species identity confusion.
[ Those in and out of Dave's room at the Otherhouse may have noticed that his entourage of Ninetales have been coddling a bright blue Squirtle egg. Still luckier individuals may have been around earlier today to witness the egg hatching, and the three Ninetales happily grooming their new friend.
Now some hours later, it has become apparent to Dave that there are certain... complications that may arise from allowing a baby Squirtle to imprint on a pack of full-grown Ninetales.
The feed comes on to the Squirtle, charging at a Ninetales on all fours. He's deflected with a flick of a tail, and goes scurrying over to another fox that's lounging on the floor nearby. She gives him a lick for his troubles, while the third one looks on from the safety of Dave's bunk.
As the Squirtle takes another run-up at his opponent, he growls and... barks.
Dave turns the camera on himself. ]
So this is the real-life story of Babe, Pig in the City, or some shit. My Squirtle thinks he's a baby Ninetales, which is about the cutest fucking thing I've ever seen get done. I'm sure they're gonna have a bunch of awkward conversations when he gets older.
'Mom, why do I only have one tail? Where's all my fur? The other kids made fun of my shell!'
He'll grow up thinking his 'dad' had an affair with a hot Blastoise. His two mommies just swept it under the rug; they don't like to talk about it because it means admitting they couldn't keep him satisfied between the two of them. They drink a lot, and their husband's never home. They just assume he's found himself a side of Venusaur ass or something.
[ The camera returns to the floor, where the Squirtle is being held firmly under the front paws of the lazy Ninetales on the rug, who's giving him a thorough bath. ]
I also got my breeder's license yesterday, which is pretty much awesome. I've basically got the potential for a metric fuckton of badass fire-breathing fluffmuppets and not much else right now. Guess I'll have to expand my breeding stock or something.
[ Swinging the 'Gear toward himself again, he moves to turn it off before he remembers something. ]
His name is Kanye, by the way. Thanks, Fef.
[ ooc; action for Otherhouse residents welcome! he's just in his room. switch from trainer to breeder was okayed by the mods. ♥ ]
Now some hours later, it has become apparent to Dave that there are certain... complications that may arise from allowing a baby Squirtle to imprint on a pack of full-grown Ninetales.
The feed comes on to the Squirtle, charging at a Ninetales on all fours. He's deflected with a flick of a tail, and goes scurrying over to another fox that's lounging on the floor nearby. She gives him a lick for his troubles, while the third one looks on from the safety of Dave's bunk.
As the Squirtle takes another run-up at his opponent, he growls and... barks.
Dave turns the camera on himself. ]
So this is the real-life story of Babe, Pig in the City, or some shit. My Squirtle thinks he's a baby Ninetales, which is about the cutest fucking thing I've ever seen get done. I'm sure they're gonna have a bunch of awkward conversations when he gets older.
'Mom, why do I only have one tail? Where's all my fur? The other kids made fun of my shell!'
He'll grow up thinking his 'dad' had an affair with a hot Blastoise. His two mommies just swept it under the rug; they don't like to talk about it because it means admitting they couldn't keep him satisfied between the two of them. They drink a lot, and their husband's never home. They just assume he's found himself a side of Venusaur ass or something.
[ The camera returns to the floor, where the Squirtle is being held firmly under the front paws of the lazy Ninetales on the rug, who's giving him a thorough bath. ]
I also got my breeder's license yesterday, which is pretty much awesome. I've basically got the potential for a metric fuckton of badass fire-breathing fluffmuppets and not much else right now. Guess I'll have to expand my breeding stock or something.
[ Swinging the 'Gear toward himself again, he moves to turn it off before he remembers something. ]
His name is Kanye, by the way. Thanks, Fef.
[ ooc; action for Otherhouse residents welcome! he's just in his room. switch from trainer to breeder was okayed by the mods. ♥ ]
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Not that I haven't thought about it before, because it's just one of those things people tend to think about, especially after they've watched Back to the Future for the umpteenth time...
Anyway, Flash is always saying it's impossible, but there might possibly be a way to run through the space-time continuum into other times and realities if we were able to draw from some sort of mystical "speed force" or something that would allow us to even think about running that fast—but that's kind of getting a little too magicky for me, and, as a man of science, I stand firmly by my belief that magic does not exist, so. He's probably right.
[ Oh well. Maybe in another universe he could be a time traveling coolkid like Dave. Except he'd be an adult by the time he gets to do any sort of time traveling shenanigans, but whatever. ]
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Magic's at least twelve times more complicated than time travel, swear to God. I wouldn't touch that shit with a gay wizard's ten-foot staff. I can at least figure the time shit out, mostly.
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Amen to that, dude.