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[Jake makes a habit out of cooking breakfast for anyone interested in their travel party. Mostly because he wants to make sure they get at least one good meal before accidentally skipping out on lunch or having dinner at odd hours of the night. It's why he's entering Dirk's room, now, without preamble.]

Dirk! Are you going...to....

[He trails off, frowning. Dirk's not in his room anymore. However, there is something on Dirk's bed and he walks over to investigate.

A strange numbness takes over when Jake sees that it's his boyfriend's sunglasses. Dirk would never leave those here, unless....

He checks his Gear. No. No no no no no. Jake double--no, triple checks it.

Nothing. Only Bro Strider and Dave Strider.

Jake's not sure when or how he got to a secluded part of the island, but he's not caring. The shock wears off when he reaches there, and he can't help feeling angry and bitter and guilty and heartbreaking sorrow crash over him in an unrelentless flood. First it was Roxy. Then it was Jade. Now....

His anger is quickest to run out as he takes it out on the boulders and rock walls until his knuckles are bloody and he can't feel his feet. He sits down and leans against the rock wall, not caring about his injuries, and just gives in to weeping.

Some hours later, he returns to Dirk's old room and takes out his Pokegear. Jake can't stand video or voice at the moment, so text is the best choice.]

Dirk has gone home.
I suppose now i understand what they meant by these things coming in threes.

Im getting contacts in olivine i believe.
I kind of promised dirk i would and at least i wont have to worry about breaking my contacts as much as my glasses.
Er this saying olivine *has* an optometrist i could go to?
Ive not been there since we went straight to cianwood after prom.

[God, don't think about prom, don't think about prom.]

Whomever received dirks pokemon...
Please take good care of them.

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[Dave just shuts his eyes for a second after he reads those words. It feels like months ago he'd said to Jane; He's not alone anymore. He's got all of us.

Sigh. It's an hour later before he answers this. He checked his pc and found example what he hoped not too. Diva is let out to hang out with Lady B while he figures out some form of an address.]

i have no idea if theres a optometrist there
just the directory in the centers or ask the nurses there
they tend to know and be way too cheery about it

diva made it here
thought you would want to know

Edited 2013-04-21 14:19 (UTC)

Haha theres nothing wrong with cheeriness!
But thank you dave ill certainly ask when we get there.

[It's a few seconds before Jake answers the next part. He's trying really hard to pull a Strider and ignore his feelings, or at least shelve them for the moment.]

Thank you.
Hes in good hands in my opinion.
Um.
How are you doing?

theres everything wrong with cheeriness at eight am

[You have no idea how many tables Dave is flipping his head. There's explosions and shit, it's like an action film. Done with this month holy shit.]

course he is
im the most capable of handling divas and flaming ponies
also bleating goats apparently

[How is he doing. That's a loaded question full of issues that would make Rose swoon at the thesis she'd get out of it.]

just remind yourself youll see him again
hes not dead

[For you, and for this, she will resurface, Jake.

Mostly because she knows exactly how you're feeling right now.]

Jake.

[Aw, Carmen. He's actually really happy to see her text, despite the situation.]

Hello carmen!
I should really expect the unexpected from you but i think youll catch me by surprise even then.

Considering i get up at the crack of dawn i feel that comment is irrelevant.
Thats practically midmorning after all!

[Jake is very much inclined to agree with Dave on that score.]

Bleating
No im not going to ask.
The last time i heard a bleating goat was from a robot and we dont need to discuss that strangeness.

[Another pause, and he makes this part private.]

I try to but.
It just hurts too much.

[Fucking hell, he wants to be done with this crying nonsense.]

If you expect the unexpected, can you really call it the unexpected anymore?

[The remark rings familiar because it reminds her of an old exchange she and Cooper oft repeated — "there's an exception to every rule" / "which means there are rules without exceptions". It usually ended with her baiting him into calling her exceptional...]

Olivine is a beautiful city. You'll like it there.

Of course!
Because while you might be prepared for it the unexpected might still take you by surprise by doing something you didnt plan for.

[Like this, for instance, but he's trying not to think about it.]

Is it as big as goldenrod?
Im afraid i have a tendency to get lost in big cities haha.
But if you say so i think i might really like it then.
I really want to take a tour around the lighthouse there!

Goldenrod is bigger in size, but Olivine makes up for it in charm. The Gym Leader is a sweet girl; she favors the Steel type, but she has her moments of almost painful shyness. It can be an odd combination when you see it in person.

[TOO BAD GUESS WHAT IT'S TIME TO THINK ABOUT IT.]

Olivine is a city for lovers, Jake. Be careful.

Haha honestly she sounds a bit like me.
Perhaps wed get along pretty well!

[DAMN IT CARMEN]

Well.
I guess thats pretty fitting.
Dirk always did have a fondness for steel types!
And he was the prince of heart in our session.

[dealwithit.jpg]

Was that his trait? He was linked to heart the way you are to hope. No wonder the two of you got along the way you did.

I'm sorry I don't have any advice for you this time. I'm still learning how to cope with it, too.

[nope.gif]

Yeah.
It was pretty fitting even if it might not seem that way with how he acts.
Hes always put us first and hes always looked out for us.
Perhaps especially me since i seem to attract trouble.

Well im sure if one of us finds out wed tell the other!
I just
Wish it didnt hurt so much to lose your best friend.
I mean hes probably fine back home but.
Well.
From what janes told me things might not be so great back there between us.

[She actually types in "but you'll see him again" and then deletes it, here, because even upset she's too classy to play the Heartbreak Olympics.]

It's all you can think about, isn't it? What might be. What could've been. Opportunities you had and didn't take; things you should've done and didn't because there was no reason to think you wouldn't be able to do them sometime later, in the future.

But nothing you do here will fix whatever might have transpired back there — unless it's something that changes you as a person. You can't change the circumstances. The only thing you can affect is who you are.

from a robot you have to give me the deats on this one

yeah it does
but youll keep going
ill check with bro see who landed with him because one of them will

[Playing the Heartbreak Olympics would really suck right now.

He's really starting to not pay attention to how he's typing at this point.]

pretty much!
And now it feels like ive squandered opportunities to say things i probably hshouldve said.
And i was just starting to get used to the whole romance side of this relationshp.

I wish i could though.
I think i might have hurt dirk back there and might have hurt jane and roxy too.

[Goddamn it, his eyes are filling up again. He wipes them away angrily before adding:]

And i wish i could stop bloody crying about this!

I was about to get eaten by a sea goat monster and when dirks robot dashed in to save me he bleated like a frigging goat.
It was the strangest thing ive ever witnessed!
Not that im complaining really.

Of course i will.
Maybe not quite at my usual speed for a while but ill still keep moving.
Alright thank you dave.
Ive received his starter and feebas.
Haha thats starting to become a habit.
Ive got roxys starter still too.

Also.
Dirk left his sunglasses here.
Would you or bro mind if i held onto them?

Edited (forgot about the shades crap) 2013-04-21 17:12 (UTC)

A wise man once said, "To weep is to make less the depth of grief."

A wiser one remarked, "Crying is all right in its own way while it lasts. But you have to stop sooner or later, and then you still have to decide what to do."

I won't tell you not to cry, Jake.

[It's a few minutes before Jake answers, mostly because he's broken down again after reading that.]

Thanks carmen.
Ill be better in the future but right now im just.
Definitely not fine.
Its been an awful month all around.

I know.

T.S. Eliot once said, "April is the cruelest month." I'm starting to believe him, too.

No kidding.
How have you been faring?

[Now, see, this is where it gets hard. On one hand, she wants to answer, because the person she'd usually talk to about problems like this also happens to be the one whose disappearance is causing all the problems in the first place. But on the other hand, Jake is a kid, and it's not about his age so much as it is the relationship she has with the people she gives that designation to — she's here to teach children and help them, not weigh them down. She's an adult; she takes care of her own problems. She always has.

And she's so lonely for it.]

The worst moments aren't the ones where I remember. They're the ones where I forget, just long enough to make it to the Gear or to his room with something to say, and...

[And then she remembers, and it cuts all over again.]

[Jake's heart goes out to her regardless. Oh, how he knows that. He'll probably go through it again himself, and he never truly expected to have to go through the pattern for a second time in his life.]

And then it just hurts you all over again.
Thats not a song and dance id wish for you to go through but.
It does get better with time i think.
Itll still hurt but it wont wrench your heart and soul.
And youve got friends who dont mind listening when you want to unburden yourself or bleed off some of the pain!
Or even just share a portion of it.

That's not how I usually cope with things.

I think that's part of the problem I'm having. My usual methods just aren't...going to work, this time.

[ Aradia's usually been interested in breakfast. Sometimes she's been interested in watching breakfast being cooked, for no other reason than learning new things and/or getting it faster (hey, it's a good strategy!) and it's become habitual to wait for Jake to collect everyone who cares to eat in the mornings.

So when he doesn't show up she ends up going looking. It's disconcerting not to be able to find Jake, but his gear is still listed...good lord, they lost Jake. He wandered off when they weren't looking, and he was going to show back up with another concussion or something, wasn't he?

That line of thought led to maybe I should call Dirk, maybe he knows if we lost Jake (because really, Sollux and Kanaya didn't actually make keeping tabs on Jake English a priority in all liklihood) which led to oh no which led to oh.

Finding Jake wasn't a thing that happened for a while, although she did look around. No, the only thing she found was Gauss the Metang (another nail in the well drat coffin of realization), whom she collected to continue searching, although in this case two heads didn't make much more progress than one did. Until Aradia checked her gear for the umpteenth time. Jake was posting, so...

Try his room again? ...Wait, no. Try Dirk's room, this time. She'll just rap on the door, perfectly prepared to bury him in texts if there wasn't an answer and he was, in fact, lost once again. ]

Jake? Are you there? [ A beat. Before she spoke to her companions - Dirk's Metang and her own Gengar. ] Indy, perhaps...?

[ If you don't answer, she'll just have Indy phase in and check personally, Jake. ]

Edited 2013-04-21 18:25 (UTC)

Then lets try something different and see if that works better.

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