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

[verymuchalive]

[She gives him a knowing look]

That was a joke. I completely get how it's weird.

[chronomancer]

...I kneww that.

[verymuchalive]

Oh well that's great! My sense of humour can be a little weird sometimes so I wanted to make sure you knew I wasn't trying to be mean or anything.

[chronomancer]

Heh. It's okay. Apparently my sense a humor is morbid.

[verymuchalive]

Really? Well I suppose when you face death in the way we do, it's natural we'd get a little desensitised to it.

[chronomancer]

...yes, exactly. The others don't get it sometimes. It makes things... awkward.

[Because he's not the most awkward turtle that ever awkwarded. Honest.]

[verymuchalive]

Well at least here you know there's someone else that gets it.

[chronomancer]

Yeah.

[Have a smile, Aradia, for your efforts. And perhaps the ghost of a greenish blush.]

It's nice.

[verymuchalive]

[She grins]

We time heroes have to stick together, right?

[chronomancer]

That's right.

[Oh god, someone call the press, he looks almost happy. Of course then he realizes it, looks down his plate and eats his oatmeal to mask the fact he's getting flustered. Smooth.]

[verymuchalive]

[She giggles a little, but she's well-meaning with it. Still, she's not one to outstay her welcome]

So...I guess I should let you get used to this place...but we'll hang out properly soon, okay?

[chronomancer]

[He nods and offers a small smile in reply to that statement, genuinely happy about the idea of hanging out with her.]

Thanks, Ar. I'd like that.

[verymuchalive]

[She stands, grinning]

I'm remembering you said that, just in case.

[And then she's off with a trail of pixie dust]