Apple Spice Mocha and Rampant Bullshit

Dave Strider, 16. I go to Crocker Institute, a school for people with money to burn...or assholes who brains need anti-swelling medication just to get through the day without pissing everyone off. Welcome to hell.

[appleshadesmcgee]

Dave: Hail Satan.

TG: happy 4/20 guys

TG: all of you are 10% more rad today but still not as rad as me

[vernici-deactivated20150102]

GT: ….

GT: *Wipes at brow nervously!!*

GT: Howdy ho!

GT: Is anyone, by chance, happen to be online at this moment?

GT: …no?

GT: ………..

GT: Really?

[appleshadesmcgee]

TG: sup jake? TG: just wondering here

TG: did my little water bucket prank work? 

TG: the one where you guys open the door to dirks room while macking and get soaked before anything's actually happened?

[ectoscientist]

John: Spend Your Birthday Lost In The City

Here was John, standing at the entrance to a Skaianet Cafe, holding a horribly wrinkled map in one hand while the other shielded his eyes from the midday sun. He was absolutely, hopelessly lost. And on his birthday, to boot.

John had hoped to break the tradition of copious amounts of cake eating for his birthday this year by exploring the city, but he didn’t account for his terrible map reading skills. Soon, he was stranded with no means of contacting his family or getting transport. In a fit of confused desperation, he ran to the nearest Skaianet, thinking it was the one on campus, but he realized in despair that he was no closer to home.

John plopped down on one of the picnic chairs in resignation. His stomach growled and he cursed himself for not actually bringing any money. How stupid was he? As he watched the cars flash past the storefronts, he thought about how cliche and funny it would be if he ran into someone from school. And also how lucky it would be. Fortunately for him, it seemed that his birthday wish might come true, because it was just then that a very fast, very solid object crashed into him, knocking him over the chair and sending his glasses skittering down the sidewalk.

"Hey! Oh no, where are my glasses?"

[appleshadesmcgee]

Of course Dave in his infinite coolness happened to be walking by at the time and managed to catch John's glasses before they went off and into the street. He picked them up and walked over, looking down at the blue boy with messy black hair "Yo, Egbert...you okay?"

[appleshadesmcgee]

((OOC))

((This whole three posts a week thing gets pretty difficult /when nobody is ever on/ I mean I don't want to be kicked from the group but I guess that's kind of an impossibility when no body else is posting either. Kicking me and not the other people who aren't posting would be down right hypocritical))

[appleshadesmcgee]

Dave: Be a prankster.

[springsriceharvest]

"You know that’s dandy and all but I’m sure you can do much better." She mused, leaning in and inspecting his work. "Plus, knowing Dirk, he would probably see the gap in the door and make it so that the water coats him at just the right angle to make him look better than he usually thinks he does. Something downright ironic of him."

Jane may not know much about this Strider, but pranking was her game, and she was not going to let some lamer in Stiller shades make a mockery of the fine art.

[appleshadesmcgee]

"Okay, then what the hell do you propose?" He turned and looked at her, thanking the heavens for his god-given ability to only flinch internally. Hell yes he was cooler than panicking like a baby. "I mean we've got to make sure Jake and Dirk's sexy times get completely and totally ruined. If I'm not getting any, neither is he."

[appleshadesmcgee]

Dave: Be a prankster.

Nope. Sorry. You're far too cool for that. Pranking is John's thing. You totally haven't put a bucket of water above your brothers door so when he enters while making out with jake, he'll get soaked in a more literal sense.

Definitey not. 

[lalondepsyche]

Rose: Sneeze up a Damn Lung.

Bookshelves and teetering towers of informational texts were certainly a place where Rose felt at home, even if they weren’t particularly her genre.

Well, okay - usually the late-night shift at the bookstore near the edge of campus was a place that she enjoyed, but not when there was goddamn /dust/ everywhere. Allergies were definitely not fun, and they were already acting up due to the change of seasons that seemed to be extremely undecided. 

So, Rose was stuck on dusting duty. She had finally cleared off most of the shelves and put their respectful tomes back. Luckily, the deed had been successfully finished (albeit the fact that her nose was red from sneezing too many times) and she could recline at the front desk in the dimly lit establishment to get a bit of homework done. 

[appleshadesmcgee]

Then Dave walked through the door, and as we know, Dave likes to fuck shit up. "Sup Rose". He looked up at the little bell that announced his arrival (as it should be) and he strode easily up to the counter, a hint of a smile on his face and the kind of carefree posture that only comes from truly not giving a single fuck. He leaned forward and rested his elbow against the counter top, perching his chin in the open palm of his hand as he raised a dark eyebrow at her. 

[appleshadesmcgee]

Dave: Be a rad dude in March.

[high-fives-of-death]

Oh.

Her rad senses were going off. This time it wasn’t herself. Okay maybe it was.

Latula strode on over to the coolkid, ruffling his hair as she walked up. With a joking grin on her face, she looked at his current activity, giving a faux yawn. “What a booooore.” she said, looking at him with playful eyes. “Let’s go do somethin’ interesting” She offered, playing with a  guitar string between her fingers.

[appleshadesmcgee]

He shrugged lightly "okay, well...what do you want to do" It was really too cold to go skating and as far as he knew they weren't really supposed to play with the instruments up for sale. They were too expensive. "I could stop by the dorm and get my camera in case you've got something oh so very interesting planned" he blew a blonde hair out of his eyes and then let his mouth settle into a flat line when it dropped back down. 

[appleshadesmcgee]

Dave: Be a rad dude in March.

Well duh. That's perfectly within your capability, and in fact, you've been making huge strides towards complete perfection in being rad. Okay so maybe not...but the point is you're trying to be positive when you're actually having a fairly boring and completely uneventful day. Sorting guitar strings was most definitely not on your list of most exciting things to do. 

[sleepygnostic]

She turns on her heel, starting down the hallway with purpose in her stride. Once asked for an excuse she sighed and an explained her fall from grace, in the center of the hall. After she was done offering up her story, she slid into her seat, pulling out her supplies for the class.

"We came to class because, I for one, like school!" she grumbles.

[appleshadesmcgee]

"I'm not quite sure why you're so grumpy this morning." He pulled out his notebook and started copying down what was on the board before grabbing their lab supplies. Today they were working with poppies. "I mean I like school too, but skipping today to get an iced latte doesn't sound bad to me." 

[sleepygnostic]

She frowned at him, sticking her tongue out in distaste once she could see. “We’re not that late! If you actually wanted to make it, you could, but, you don’t, I think!” she grumbled, hopping up on her own. “We’re transplanting in botany, today, though!” she pouted, tapping her foot and crossing her arms. 

[appleshadesmcgee]

"Fine, I'll go with you" he sighed and relented, following her along and down the hall to their class. He shrugged when the teacher asked him for a pass and sat down at his usual spot. "So why exactly did we decide to come to class?" He raised a blonde eyebrow at her. 

[bl1ndjust1c3-pyrop3]

"They’ve been alright. Fallen behind in a couple classes, but I’m working on getting my A’s again. Only two B’s." She sighed. Her mother might kill her if she didn’t get good grades. She kinda figured that her mom gave up hope on Latula after she entered her radness phase. "Just trying to keep everything in order, you know? It’s been pretty hectic."

[appleshadesmcgee]

He nodded appreciatively "God, you can say that again. It feels like the teachers are just being dicks lately. Guess hell month has started" He shook his head and sipped his coffee. 

[bl1ndjust1c3-pyrop3]

[bl1ndjust1c3-pyrop3]

She raised an eyebrow at his cotton-candy scented cheeks. “Cold, Strider?” Honestly, the cold never bothered her anyways. She finished making her coffee and came out around the counter to sit next to him. The cafe was mostly empty, other workers and janitors aside.

[appleshadesmcgee]

"yea, kinda chilly" he smiled as she sat next to him "So how have things been on your end?

[bl1ndjust1c3-pyrop3]

"Well. At least that's something, eh?" She smiled. "You'll find someone. A person like you can't stay single forever." She stood up, going to make herself a coffee and slipping three dollars into the cash register.

[appleshadesmcgee]

"Yea I guess" he smiled at her and took another bite of his pastry before full-on dipping it into his coffee. he took a bite and shivered as he was warmed up. The bitter march air outside wasn't doing any justice to his already naturally dry, pale skin. The only upside was that he gained a little more color...but then again, it was just pink. 

[bl1ndjust1c3-pyrop3]

She raised an eyebrow. "Sorry to hear about that. He smelled blue. It was weird." She honestly didn't know John that well. "And it doesn't suck for them it suck for you 'cause now you're going to be harassed by every single lady at school. Seriously, be careful." She took pepperspray out of her pocket and handed it to him. "You need it more than I do." 

[appleshadesmcgee]

"Well yea, I mean. Makes sense cause he always wears blue" he chuckled a little when he was handed the pepper spray "I'm not hugely into girls so..I think i can manage, thanks though" He sipped his coffee quietly. 

[bl1ndjust1c3-pyrop3]

[bl1ndjust1c3-pyrop3]

"I’ve been alright, went out of town for a while with my mother. Got some cool stuff, got my sister a skateboard. Having my mom be one of the best defense lawyers in the country pays off." She finished crafting his drink before leaning over the bar across from him. "What about you? Anything fun going on?"

[appleshadesmcgee]

He shrugged lightly "nothing much.." he sipped the drink and hummed happily "John and I broke up. We ah...had a fight. Irreconcilable differences I guess" he frowned "Sucks that people are gonna have to deal with something this incredible being on the market"

[appleshadesmcgee]

bl1ndjust1c3-pyrop3: Terezi looked up- not that she could see him, but he smelled enough like red, and she recognized his voice, so she knew it was Dave. "Hello, Dave." She grinned and stepped grabbed a cup from behind the counter. "It's been a while, want your usual?" She knew what he wanted, no one could make caramel cream coffee like this Pyrope.

"Hell yea Pyrope. Nothing in the world like one of your drinks" he sat up at the bar in the little cafe and asked one of the other waitors for a chocolate filled croissant "how you been?"