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Who| Dave Strider & anyone who happens to wander by!
What| We're bringing some arts and crafts and democracy to Legion World. It's good for stress relief.
Where| Some random hallway and empty room aboard the ship.
When| After Valor's Day.
Warnings/Notes| Use any style you want, I'll match!

Gathering Supplies

It's cool that all their basic needs are accommodated here. Seriously, it's nice to be able to just flop down in the mess hall and chow down on real food that was just prepared and waiting for him -- not a luxury Dave has ever had before waking up in the spacefuture.

However, it makes getting together the supplies he needs for the project he has in mind a but tougher.

After a fair bit of searching around and bothering everyone from the kitchen workers to random janitors, Dave's been pretty successful. So now he can be found walking down a hallway of the ship, just barely managing to carry two boxes packed full of empty cans. He's doing a pretty good job of balancing one box atop the other and peeking over the top of that to watch where he's going, all without knocking loose any of the cans piled on the top.

Or...maybe not. One finally rolls off the top and bounces across the ground with a metallic clanging. There's a mumbled curse, and Dave stops dead for a few moments, staring down the loose can on the floor like he's trying to figure out how to retrieve it without having to put down the rest of his precariously balanced load.

Welcome to Can Town

Eventually, one craves familiar comforts. That's where Can Town comes into play.

Dave's taken over an empty room he found on the ship, what was probably meant to be a storage space or something that hasn't been put into use yet. Whatever its original purpose was, it's now home to a whole bunch of empty cans and a few boxes of colorful chalk, the latter of which he'd had to take a trip down to Earth for. The bulk of these supplies are tucked out of the way in a corner while Dave works, starting at the opposite wall.

It'd been a strange little project of the Mayor's, back on the meteor. Dave had admittedly just raised an eyebrow at it when he first wandered in on the weird little alien dude making buildings out of cans and drawing roads and trees and backgrounds around them with chalk. But eventually everyone on board had contributed at least a little. There wasn't exactly a ton to do for those three years on the meteor, after all, and working on Can Town was honestly kind of soothing. The Mayor was constant company in there, and it was pretty nice to just chill and draw and plan out the town's infrastructure.

It's not quite the same here. Too quiet, for one thing, working by himself. Not like the Mayor had ever been a big talker, but he'd provided a comforting but of background noise. The click and scrape and clack of his exoskeletony limbs on the hard floor, the gentle tapping on metal on metal as he worked on a new library or whatever, the quiet chewing of green chalk if they didn't keep on eye on him around the stuff...

Dang, Dave misses that little guy. The Mayor was the fucking best.

Still, this is pretty nice for the familiarity of it all, and Dave's sure the Mayor would appreciate his dedication to the project. The original Can Town is probably somewhere down in the meteor on the Hab Deck, but it was pretty much finished anyway after three years of work, and it feels wrong to work on it without its beloved leader. Better to just start fresh. The Mayor's town had been much more suburban and that was cool and all, but you work from what you know. Dave's angling for more of a Can City, with a few simple can towers already erected and a skyline full of tall buildings in progress on one wall, part of a sky scribbled in with red chalk to help the buildings pop more.

The door is left open and Dave's working on the wall directly opposite it, so it's not unreasonable that someone might catch a glimpse and poke their head in to see what the hell is going on in here. Or, alternatively, that someone might be drawn in by the sudden cacophonous sound of clanging hollow metal and a "shit, fuck," from Dave, a stray can rolling across the room and out the door.

There's a reason why he'd normally left the civic construction to the Mayor. Dave had -- and still has, evidently -- a tendency to accidentally bump and knock over his buildings while working on them. Whoops.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Kubo was rarely seen without Sariatu these days, except in the space version of morning when he ran out to get breakfast for his still-not-a-morning-person night spirit mother. But even a dutiful son was vulnerable to distraction, and Dave's can town was very much one of those.

(Kubo could tell it was Dave by the swearing.)

"Dave?"

The tofu scramble was going to get cold if he didn't hurry back to his and his mother's quarters, but Kubo had a good idea that Sariatu would forgive him for being distracted by a friend's shenanigans. Kubo picked his way through the fallen cans.

"What are you doing?"

Dave doesn't notice Kubo coming in at first, carefully trying to retrieves the pieces of the collapsed tower that fell between other already established buildings without destroying any more. Jesus, he's like Godzilla in here. Can Town had definitely been easier than Can City. Shorter buildings were harder to knock over. Maybe he should transition into some suburbs...

Distracted as he is, Dave startles at the sound of Kubo's voice and nearly topples another skyscraper. Jesus. He glances up over his shades to see his visitor and straightens, taking a moment to regain his cool while dusting off the knees of his pants -- crawling around on the floor while using chalk is a guaranteed clothing disaster.

"Sup," he greets with a little wave. "Welcome to Can City, Space, home of like five buildings total so far because I only just got started. Well, four now."

"Can city," Kubo repeated, smile growing as he picked his way through the rubble.

He bent down to pick the cans up. He didn't recognize them, but he also didn't recognize the shape of Dave's city, or the chalk that he was using to draw on the ground, but all of it looked like a strange kind of fun.

"So, could you use some help putting the fifth building back together?" he asked. He could run back to the cafeteria in a little bit and get Mother another breakfast.

"Absolutely," Dave said, tone serious despite the little quirk at the corner of his mouth, and waved Kubo in. "Construction is a big job, we could always use an extra hand. 'S not glamorous work, but hey, it pays the bills and keeps the kids fed." Helpfully, Dave shuffled over a little to make room for Kubo, clearing away some of the fallen cans to make room for the rebuilding project.

His conversation with Sombra on Valor's Day is something he continuously turns over in his head. It's because of this conversation's outcome that he actually decides to stop in his tracks, watching the strange scenario unfold before him. Well, more like to the side of him. Trying harder to blend in, and becoming more well-integrated into the Legion, shouldn't be viewed as becoming 'good' but trying to fuck with Overwatch. In some ways, he knows it won't always appear that way but he knows for a fact that the old strike team would watch him under heavy suspicion.

Something about that appeals to him, too. It'll be interesting— something to pass the time, at the very least.

The can clicks against his steely boot, ricocheting off the pointed end, only stopping when he stoops over to pick it up in his claws.

"Can't play with legos like a normal kid?"

"Have you ever stepped on a lego? Shit's a deathtrap."

That response is flat and simple as Dave picks his way through the beginnings of Can City to gather up the fallen building's pieces. Successfully managing to retrieve a can that had rolled into an alley between two other towers, Dave straightens up and waves Reaper in.

"Wanna contribute to city development? The citizens are gettin' mad impatient."

Truthfully? Dave would kill to see Reaper stacking cans and drawing on the floor with chalk. Fucking kill.

A trademark hum of amusement as he takes a step in when Dave waves him inside— and no, he won't be stacking cans and drawing on the floor with chalk. Sorry to burst your bubble, kid.

Though, he will stack just one can. The one that he's currently holding.

"Creative differences will only lead to conflict," he says, gingerly placing the upright cylinder on top of another closest to him. Now it's just two upright cans. "Best you stick to your plan."

He's joking, of course. They're just cans. It's not like he could make this city any drearier than it already is. Him trying to navigate around this place with a leather coat that reaches his ankles is also probably a bad idea to, like taking a giant broom to the entire floor with each step he takes.

Hey, it's something. Congratulations sir, you have officially contributed to the development of Can City. Dave gives him a thumbs up before flopping back onto the ground to begin construction anew on this fucking tower.

"Nah," Dave says with a shrug, setting up a sturdy foundation with four cans. "I did this for literal years with some of the biggest egomaniacs and control freaks in multiple universes and we managed without any shitstorms rolling in to devastate the town. Probably because it's just a bunch of cans and chalk and even those assholes couldn't take it seriously enough to get riled up over conflicting plans for the town's development."

It's not that Reaper can't strike up a conversation about something utterly inane and childlike while still managing to sound barely interested, but damn it's still been a while. Dave's story about 'Can Town' really takes the cake in terms Things He Doesn't Care About.

But here he is, already engaged in conversation, so. Here goes:

"Why? Why cans?"

It is 100% inane and childish. That's like half the appeal, really. But Dave is not surprised by Reaper's disinterested tone, nor does he mind. Please, this guy's dedication to his edgy persona is beyond belief. Dave considers it a miraculous victory that the stray can was stacked with some others rather than just tossed aside -- or ignored entirely.

(Yeah, Dave noticed his Valor's Day gift going ignored. You wound him, bro.)

"Fuck if I know." Dave shrugs, snagging a few more cans from the piled ashes of the former tower to start building upwards. "We picked up this awesome little alien dude called the Mayor and he started it. Rest of us just ended up helping because there wasn't a whole lot to do."

Trying to intentionally bully a teenager is just way too much effort for a result that would bring him little satisfaction.

(He's terrible at recognizing gifts unless they're presented to him specifically, or even just going near the present exchange area. Let's be real, he never would've suspected anyone to give him a real present.)

The story is vague, and lots of little questions arise. At a glance, the inquiries feel incredibly tedious and obvious, but something tells him to press on anyway. At least learn a little something about the kid before moving onto the next topic. Whatever that may be.

"On some sort of ship?"

A whole lot to do... where? He can only guess a handful of places where you could just 'pick' someone up and not have anything better to do.

"A meteor. But yeah, functionally it's the same shit. Whatever gets you from Point A to Point B, right? Points A and B in this case being alternate universes that you can apparently jump between if you just go in a straight line long enough through the deepest parts of paradox space."

He's long since stopped trying to fully understand how these things work -- everything being complete bullshit is pretty much the point of paradox space, after all. So Dave can ramble about this shit with an idle, thoughtless manner while stacking cans, eventually shifting to his knees and getting chalk dust all over his pantlegs as he builds his skyscraper taller.

Can Town!!!!!

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