1A: That was a dance? It looked like some kind of demon-summoning ritual to me.
[Dwyer's kind of been a busy boy on the Moonbase. What with actually wanting to put effort into Qrow's classes (the man had earned his respect simply by treating him with respect, it was only fair) and finding different places to nap or fiddle with pursuits or ask about mysterious women who fly on the broomsticks of rumors, he almost forgot about the party the Director was so kind to throw for them.
Almost. He remembered, like, the day of. But thankfully, he's a pseudo-european boy from old timey times, and the clothes underneath his coat make due in a pinch for formal things. He also made sure to brush his hair, but it's still a mess. Ah, well, he tried. For you.
Songwise, Dwyer seems content to listen off to the sides, but if you insist on dragging this boy out to boogie, he'll look fairly surprised for a moment.]
Me? Uh...yeah, alright, sure.
[Surprise: he's not a bad dancer, if something like a waltz is concerned. Everything else baffles him. Like, breakdancing? Twerking? What even is any of that? Also as an aside, the snack table? Kind of intimidating. How can those sandwiches make people give off light like that...he's got to take some notes later.]
2A: There is no good Dwyer quote for this, it's just internal screaming
[Ooookay, so uh. Everything...happened, didn't it? The party, and the illus...simulation, it's called a simulation, that went weird, and now everything is weird? He's not even going to try asking the cafe creature to cook anything, that thing doesn't work right on a normal damn day, but there's been the illu - simulations popping up in random places now, not just where he figured they would be kept centralized in that room in the Dojo. Which is why there's the vaguest sense of a bedroom in the middle of the quad. And laying on top of the bed, on the covers, face down, is Dwyer.]
You want me in here...? Fine, I'm here and Mother and Father aren't. [All of his words are muffled, but he's also talking somewhat loudly, as if a bit out of sorts from seeing his mother's private quarters pop up in the middle of the best grass ever.] Kana's drawings aren't even in here, whoever you are you did it wrong and you should be ashamed.
[Is. Is he trying to insult the simulation away? I mean...you do you, buddy.]
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[If you want to bother Dwyer outside of the party or his personal homesickness punishment, feel free to toss anything my way! My plurk is jackabee!]
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[Dwyer's kind of been a busy boy on the Moonbase. What with actually wanting to put effort into Qrow's classes (the man had earned his respect simply by treating him with respect, it was only fair) and finding different places to nap or fiddle with pursuits or ask about mysterious women who fly on the broomsticks of rumors, he almost forgot about the party the Director was so kind to throw for them.
Almost. He remembered, like, the day of. But thankfully, he's a pseudo-european boy from old timey times, and the clothes underneath his coat make due in a pinch for formal things. He also made sure to brush his hair, but it's still a mess. Ah, well, he tried. For you.
Songwise, Dwyer seems content to listen off to the sides, but if you insist on dragging this boy out to boogie, he'll look fairly surprised for a moment.]
Me? Uh...yeah, alright, sure.
[Surprise: he's not a bad dancer, if something like a waltz is concerned. Everything else baffles him. Like, breakdancing? Twerking? What even is any of that? Also as an aside, the snack table? Kind of intimidating. How can those sandwiches make people give off light like that...he's got to take some notes later.]
2A: There is no good Dwyer quote for this, it's just internal screaming
[Ooookay, so uh. Everything...happened, didn't it? The party, and the illus...simulation, it's called a simulation, that went weird, and now everything is weird? He's not even going to try asking the cafe creature to cook anything, that thing doesn't work right on a normal damn day, but there's been the illu - simulations popping up in random places now, not just where he figured they would be kept centralized in that room in the Dojo. Which is why there's the vaguest sense of a bedroom in the middle of the quad. And laying on top of the bed, on the covers, face down, is Dwyer.]
You want me in here...? Fine, I'm here and Mother and Father aren't. [All of his words are muffled, but he's also talking somewhat loudly, as if a bit out of sorts from seeing his mother's private quarters pop up in the middle of the best grass ever.] Kana's drawings aren't even in here, whoever you are you did it wrong and you should be ashamed.
[Is. Is he trying to insult the simulation away? I mean...you do you, buddy.]
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[If you want to bother Dwyer outside of the party or his personal homesickness punishment, feel free to toss anything my way! My plurk is