towerofanimus | This wasn't part of the plan...

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?]

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[Eridan flushed and muttered something unintelligible as he picked himself up the floor.]

...it wwan't that funny.

[She snorts, straightening his scarf. Or trying and making it worse.]

Yes, it was!

[He's flustered enough he forgets he's indulging her because she's crazy and kind of waves her hands off his scarf, muttering and blushing and looking monumentally put out.]

Wwas not!

[Sing-song:]

Was too!

[Annnd she swats at his hands back.]

[Eridan clutches his scarf possessively, looking away.]

Could'vve happened to anyone.

Maaaaybe.

[She's tugging on his arm again.]

[Though he passes air through his teeth, in a way that sounds almost annoyed, Eridan lets her tug at him.]

You wweren't surprised wwhen you heard there wwas a tealblooded Feferi and a rustblooded Terezi?

'Course I did! I didn't fall over, though.

[There's a pause as her expression darkens.]

I'm nothing like your Feferi, either.

[Despite everything he's done, despite everything she's done, Eridan pulls away, instantly defensive at the tone Terezi used to refer to his once moirail.]

Wwhat do you knoww?

[She crosses her arms.]

She kills everyone, right?

[He grinds his teeth, looking defensive and sad and angry and about to choke on sheer self-loathing.]

I'm not dead, am I?

[She considers this. The first thing that pops into her head is No, but your timeline is doomed, but she doesn't say it.]

No.

Exactly.

[He hisses, aimless, helpless anger boiling somewhere under the ball stuck in his throat.]

It's more complicated than just "she kills everyone".