> Daves: Hang out. (Fourth wall shenanigans, ahoy!)

[striderismo]

[ The video feed opens to Dave, wearing remarkably less clothing than anybody last saw him in - just jeans and a t-shirt, in fact. No bulky coat, no Torchic body heater. Notably, there's no snow anywhere in sight, either - just rock walls, flickering with the light of a sizeable campfire

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[stolemyfries]

[Look who's floating around your mountain Daves, all grey-like and shit.]

[striderismo]

[ Dave #4 points her out first, but it doesn't take long for the others to catch on. Daves #2 and #3 don't seem to recognize her, but Dave #1 offers a subtle headjerk in greeting. ]

'Sup.

[stolemyfries]

Oh, whoa. Hey there. I didn't realize there were so many of you.

[She glances around at the four of them, but doesn't seem too offput.]

l o l, continuity error: only #2 wouldn't recognize her.

[striderismo]

You must be from some seriously cool fucking place if all you've got to say is 'I didn't realize there were so many of you.'

[ Dave #3 busies himself making a s'more, while #1 just watches Marceline float around. #2 and #4 confer briefly in the background. ]

[stolemyfries]

[She shrugs, then flips on her back in the air.]

Yeah, it's pretty cool. A lot cooler than this place anyway. [She indicates the mountain dismissively.]

So do you got a cloning a machine, or cool cloning powers?

[striderismo]

[ #2 breaks away from #4 to give Marceline a skeptical look.

#1 shrugs. ] Nah. Time travel. Way cooler than cloning.

[stolemyfries]

Time travel, huh? That is way more fancy. [She lets her head hang upside down and grins at #2.]

[striderismo]

[ #2 narrows his eyes behind his shades. #1 remains unperturbed. ]

So floating's the status quo for the undead hotties in the land of rainbow drinkers?

[ #3 fetches an empty juice box and pitches it up at Marceline. Apple juice isn't red, but the packaging usually is. ]

[stolemyfries]

Yeah, pretty much. I like it. [She catches the juice box and turns it over in her hands a couple times before sinking her fangs into the box and slurping the red out of it, leaving it white.]

Time travel the status quo for you guys?

[striderismo]

[ #2 looks on as she drinks, then backs away and sits his ass down on the other side of the fire. He's gonna be over here, sharpening a stake. Fuck this shit. ]

Yeah, pretty much. We like it. [ #1 snags an unopened juice box and has a drink, himself, with less red and more juice. ]

[stolemyfries]

Cool.

[She tosses the now white juice box at #4, and floats around, coming to rest above #2. She sees him hiding over here, and what a prime opportunity. Dropping down silently behind him she morphs into a large bat like creature.]

Raaaagghhhrrrrrrr!

[striderismo]

[ #4 catches the juice box and tosses it in the general direction of a trash bag, which has suddenly Been There All Along. He and his younger clones watch as Marceline creeps on their babyclone. ]

The fu- [ #2 isn't even on his feet before he's swinging a sword (drawn from his captchalogue), aiming to slice Marceline across the stomach. It's not so much that he's actually afraid of her as it is that she caught him off-guard. ]

[stolemyfries]

[She jumps back, laughing and taking to the air on those wings. She swoops back around and bears down on him, knocking into his chest, pinning him beneath her. She shrinks back into her normal form then still laughing.]

[striderismo]

[ #2 goes down, sword clattering out of his hand and skittering across the cave floor. The breath is knocked out of him, leaving him floundering for a second, and his shades are thrown askance by the first impact, and hit the ground when he does. He gropes for them, but they're well out of his reach.

As he finally sucks in some air, he glares at Marceline. ]

[stolemyfries]

Oh wow, look at those eyes. [And she leans in close to stare at #2's eyes.]

Delicious red eyes. [That grin, spreading across her face is not a good sign.]

[striderismo]

[ He's distracted, turning his head away from her and searching for an inch of stable time to loop around and get him the fuck out from under Drusilla, here. ]

The fuck does that even mean? You gonna pop 'em out into your mouth and tie my ocular nerves like cherry stems?