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Who: DoppelWally and OPEN
What: General doppelganger shenanigans
Where: Neuschwanstein, Locke City, and Las Vegas
When: Week of the 9th
Warnings: Underage drinking, potential violence, discussion of suicide

a; neuschwanstein

[ The question 'can this castle be scaled quickly?' has been answered by Walter's doppelganger. After an extremely uneven haircut, this was his next order of business. It's not exactly comfortable up there, but he's too stubborn to come down. And he has a great vantage point! Which he is utilizing to take potshots at people. His first thought was to use arrows, but that'll bring the cops faster, so he's launching pebbles at the people below. Other doppels are not exempt from this treatment; Wally is an equal opportunity dick. ]

b; locke or vegas

[ Things are much livelier in the cities, and he is taking full advantage of that. If a bar or club can be snuck into via bathroom window, he's in, and he's buying with ill-gotten wealth. Sometimes, he's found out and kicked out, but it's easy enough to go elsewhere. Once he's had enough, he's out wandering the streets, tossing bottles/random trash at walls and the occasional unlucky passerby. He's definitely not looking as he crosses the streets, so running into him there is another likely possibility. Stopping for him is just going to earn your car a dent or two as he kicks or punches it. ]

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[DoppelDanny's spent a good chunk of his day wandering the streets and alleys of his old neighborhood like (hah) a ghost. He doesn't live here any more but he can't help but wander the roads that have been so familiar to him for most of his life.

It's on one of those roads that he spots someone in the middle of the street crossing with several oncoming cars. And since it's a major road, the cars are going pretty fast. Danny runs, but he doesn't think he'll catch up in time to help too much, so he shouts in the hopes that it'll motivate this person to get out of dodge quicker.]

Hey! Be careful, there are cars coming!

[ He barely glances at the voice warning him, and it's not enough to get him to out of the street. The car that's about to hit him slams on its breaks and honks angrily, and that's enough to get him to pick up a rock. Not a pebble, a big ol' rock. Which he slings at the windshield.

Naturally, this pisses the occupants off, but they don't come out. Wally can see the driver getting out his phone, and he takes off in Danny's direction. And nearly bumps into him. There's a moment of mild surprise. but he recovers and grabs Danny's hand. ]

We're getting outta here.

[ Whether he likes it or not, he's getting dragged down the road. ]

[Well this is happening. Danny is too surprised by what he's just seen to do anything other than be led around as Walter grabs his hand and pulls him along.

After about half a block he gets his wits about him again and grinds to a halt, pulling on Walter's hand to pull him back too.]

Hey, what was that all about back there?

That? Was me standing up for myself. Don't pedestrians always have the right of way?

[ He laughs and gives Danny's hand a squeeze. This is all apparently hi-LARIOUS. ]

Why, did that bother you?

[The squeeze does nothing to change Danny's stern expression.]

What, that you broke a guy's windshield for no reason? Yeah!

In self defense. C'mon...

[ He can still deploy The Eyes, complete with glasses, because his eyes aren't any better than the original copy's. ]

You can't stay mad.

[He sighs.]

Walter, I don't want to be mad, but. That wasn't right. Just promise me you won't do it again, okay?

[Joke's on you, Wally, because if anyone can deploy the Eyes, it's DoppelDanny.]

Weeeeeeeenie.

[ Shit, those eyes are kind of effective, but as long as he breaks the line of vision, he is okay. So he promptly shifts his gaze. ]

Guessing you don't wanna share the six pack I... found.

[The way he says weenie sounds very...Tavia-like. He can almost hear the 8-letter long stretched sound in there.

Danny sighs.]

Walter, please tell me you didn't steal it.

'Kay.

I didn't steal it.

[ Lying is almost 100% easier for DoppelWally, and he's much better at it. ]

So will you share it with me?

[He's silent for a moment before sighing again.]

Okay, fine.

[ A grin. After smacking Danny's shoulder, he's off. This involves cutting through several backyards. ]

Try to keep up!

[ Fences are no obstacle, and if Danny manages to follow, he'll eventually find himself in Walter's backyard. In The Gazebo. ]

[Danny manages to keep up, just barely, as he haphazardly clambers over the fences, but isn't quite sure where they're headed. Aerially, he knows the layout of the city quite well, but down on the ground, it's hard to know.

Eventually he clambers over one last fence and finds himself...in Walter's own backyard. Right by the infamous gazebo.]

[ It's an ideal hiding place, because Walter 1.0 never goes near it. He slides a cheap six pack into view and takes one for himself before handing one to Danny. ]

Just stay quiet, okay? Don't want to deal with the parents.

[Danny still looks on skeptically but he takes the offered drink. He doesn't quite open it yet, though.]

So...what now? Were you just planning to drink stolen beer in your backyard?

That's a little too boring, isn't it.

[ He opens his own beer and swirls it around thoughtfully before taking a long sip. ]

We could burn the house down. That'd liven things up.

[He starts to open his own beer, resigned, when Walter makes a truly outrageous suggestion. He lowers the beer and looks long and hard at Walter.]

Are you seriously suggesting we burn down your house? While your parents are still in there?

[This is definitely not like Walter.]

...You're one of the doubles, aren't you.

[ Walter rolls his eyes at the stress on "parents". ]

It was just an idea.

[ He doesn't even bother to address the accusation. Instead, he meets Danny's stare and takes another long sip of beer. ]

[That he would even suggest it jokingly is pretty much a confirmation that this is a doppelganger.

Danny looks down at the beer and opens it properly and takes a small sip from it. Gross.]

You know, I'm one of them too.

Huh.

[ This time, he drains the beer. ]

Is this the part where we have an existential crisis and cry it all out?

[ His tone is definitely mocking, but he sounds more bitter than the beer they're drinking. Maybe he wasn't joking before. ]

I don't know. If we want to, I guess. [He shrugs a little.] I feel like that's all I've been doing since showing up, at least.

Can we skip it? Because my days are probably limited and I kinda want to spend them wisely.

[ Taking another bottle. ]

Unless you really, really want to talk about your sad orphan feelings.

[He laughs--it's a weird, almost scoffing kind of laugh of incredulity.]

It's funny, because my idea of spending my days wisely is talking about it.

[He looks down at the beer and takes a good swig. He makes a face, but doesn't set it down either.]

I'm sick of how he never talks about anything and just ignores it like that's somehow gonna fix everything.

So... you vent it all out, and this helps him... how?

[ Pfffffffff.]

Nothing's going to get him out of denial mode.

No, it's not.

Not unless I blurt all his little secrets out for him and force him out of denial mode.

Good fucking luck.

[ He rips the top off this bottle with his teeth and goes for another drink, but a thought seems to strike him before he does. ]

Do you have any interesting secrets? Stuff I don't already know?

[He pauses for a moment, and then decides, nah. Fuck it. Hiding stuff is what Danny does, not him.]

Well, I tried to kill myself right here once.

[He points down to the floor of the gazebo. As soon as he finishes saying that, he takes a big swig of beer.]

Didn't work, though. Obviously.

...and... that's when you basically vanished. For like, a month.

[ He is really squeezing that bottle. ]

Then you came back and went through that amazing transformation. Feels like I'm still missing a lot, Dan-O.

Yeah. Full disclosure: I'm actually supposed to turn into some all-powerful universe-destroying, life-ruining ghost monster guy. If Tavia ever mentioned a 'Lord English' to you, well...that's supposed to be me.

Turns out, the trigger for me turning into him, at least before, was my whole family dying. So after that whole mafia thing, I--or, well, the real Danny--decided to put a stop to it before I inevitably turned into some unstoppable maniac.

When it didn't work, I didn't know what to do for a while. So I just kinda disappeared while I tried to figure out what to do next with myself knowing I'm going to turn into a monster at some point.

[ That is... quite the info dump. There's a long spell that consists entirely of uncomfortable staring before Wally starts laughing. Equally uncomfortable laughter, of course. ]

You? You? As some kind of... evil overlord?

[Danny is not laughing. But he is also not offended by it--he understands how incredulous it sounds.]

Yup. Turns out, your whole family dying can mess you up in a lot of ways.

Which is why he--the real Danny--he got so scared when it happened to him. He totally freaked out and got it into his head that just disappearing was the best option--and if not that, trying to be the squeakiest clean hero he could possibly be and ignoring all his problems. If he ignores them, then they can't turn him into a bad guy like the last time.

Well, yeah, I guess. When your family isn't a pack of screaming a-holes.

[ That's when the laughter stops and the bottle squeezing gets a bit too tight. It cracks in his hands. He doesn't seem to notice. Or... care. ]

Still not sure how telling me this is going to help. You might wanna try ~the real Wally~.

I probably will, when I find him.

[But the bottle squeezing doesn't go unnoticed. Danny's not gonna let that just slip by.]

What's happening with your family?

Pfft, well... nothing that comes anywhere close to your mountain of misery.

[ There's a little tar blood on his hand, which he wipes on his knee. ]

They're just. Absolute dicks. Honestly, them cutting me out? Should be a relief.

Edited 2015-03-20 02:48 (UTC)

[Danny looks alarmed.]

Cutting you out? What do you mean?

Started with cutting me out of Funday Church Sunday--again, not a real punishment-- but moved on to other shit.

It probably kind of sucks when you find out your parents don't subscribe to the "unconditional love" thing.

They haven't kicked you out, have they?

Nah. Just good old fashioned affection starvation.

Huh.

[Danny doesn't really know what to say to that.]

I'm sorry. That sounds...really crappy.

You have dead parents and I'm dead to my parents.

[ He seems to be on his own little thought train anyway. He casts a smirk in Danny's direction. ]

We're a good pair, aren't we.

[Danny counters with a small, sad grin of his own.]

Yeah, a real match made in heaven.

[He holds out his half-finished beer to Walter for a toast.]

A-men.

[ Now he's snickering. He scoots closer and bashes against Danny's side before clinking the bottles together. ]

To repression and dysfunction!

To repression and dysfunction.

[Danny upends the bottle and drinks.]

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