This wasn't part of the plan...

[chronomancer]

Characters: Eridan and YOU.
Setting: Room 1-10; Dormitory Hallways, attmepting to head towards the cafeteria.
Format: Starting with Action tags, but I'll match your preference.
Summary: In which Eridan wakes up and Is Not Dead, followed by a self-pity storm, followed by a bit of exploration. And oatmeal.
Warnings: Ridiculous amounts of self-pity. Additional warnings will be added as necessary.

Room 1-10.

[Eridan was not having a good day. For one thing, he was having a day in the first place. Which wasn't supposed to happen. He knew that much. For another, looking into the trunk at the feet of the bed he'd woken up in - his? - he found his Time Reels. Completely unreeled. So he's trying really hard not to go into meltdown at the whole situation by carefully trying to fix his damn reels back as they should be. Which wasn't really working out all that well.

So there he is, sitting on his own bed, tangled beyond hope in what seems like miles of film, trying to carefully reel it all back in place. And very casually hyperventilating at the fact he was alive. He really wasn't supposed to be, dammit.]

Dormitory Hallways.

[Having given up on fixing his reels - right now - Eridan chose to explore a bit and see what kind of people were around. He walks around the dormitory hallways, with this defensive, "I have no fucking idea where I am" expression on his face, feeling unnerved and lacking in weapons or defenses.

But he's hungry and the letter said he could find food at the cafeteria, which is where he's hoping to go. At some point. When he stops being hopelessly lost and jumpy about every shadow in the corridors.

Hey, he's not the Hero of Space, alright? Cut him some slack. ...please?]

Comments

[caliginous]

[Casually putting him down and throwing an arm over his shoulder like a BRO. A manipulative, flirtatious...bro...]

When did you gain the misfortune of tripping into the abyss to join us in Tower Wonderfuck?

[chronomancer]

[You know that sense all small animals have that makes them run the fuck away from any perceived threat? Yes. He just went from honest relief to see you alive, to that, in under ten seconds flat. Trying very casually and oh so smoothly to worm his way out of that hold now, don't mind him.]

...ah. Just. A little while ago, actually.

[caliginous]

[Eridan, you silly goose, you can't worm your way out of feelings with the Thief of Heart.

The fact that he tries only causes him to chuckle smoothly, allowing him the liberty, but not without him having to deal with his arm rubbing his hair in the completely incorrect direction.]

Sucks. You were probably better off back in the Veil.

[Dramatic pause, one finger on his lips.]

Oh. Wait.

[chronomancer]

[Eridan makes a strangled noise at the hair ruffle, sounding vaguely constipated about the whole affair.]

Probably.

[He eyed Karkat warily as he indulged in his dramatic pause, trying in vain to comb his hair back into place.]

...yes?

[caliginous]

That was sarcasm, nookstain.

[All that sly amusement? Gone in a blink.]

Whatever, forget it. Its not like it makes a difference here either way.

[chronomancer]

...oh.

[And now a frown.]

Wwell, I figured.

[...already missing all that sly amusement.]

...at least wwe're alivve?