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

[chronomancer]

It's just the truth.

[He's pretty much resigned himself to let her have his arm.]

[scalemate]

[That is the best choice, really. Look! The spring floor!]

[chronomancer]

[...whoa. That's. A lot of flowers. He might be staring a good deal.]

[scalemate]

[She giggles at him, nudging his side gently.]

Jeez, haven't you ever seen flowers before?

[chronomancer]

[The comment earns Terezi a look. Which isn't very flattering. Eridan rolls his eyes under his sunglasses.]

A course I havve. I just wwasn't expectin this to be inside a towwer.

[scalemate]

[She laughs.]

You don't get out much!

[chronomancer]

...actually, I get out plenty.

[He snaps with a little wounded pride, the ghost of a scowl passing over his features. Then he snorts.]

Scenery ain't that nice in the desert. This kind a thing is more F--

[And then he bites the word before it can come out, and the scowl becomes a proper scowl. Because after her little comment on his wayward ex-moirail, Eridan is not too eager to bring her up again.]

It's just different, that's all. Not evven the game looked like this.

[scalemate]

[She frowns in response, tilting her head. It's pretty obvious what he was going to say, really!]

I was just teasing, stupid.

[chronomancer]

I knoww that!

[So touchy, this Eridan. He gives her a sullen look.]

I mean. I'm just sayin.

[scalemate]

[She rocks back on her heels.]

Feferi was kind of here once, too. I met her. Or some weird projection of her, at least.

[chronomancer]

...oh.

[He looks away a bit.]

Was. Was she okay?