[OPEN] and then it just kept getting worse

[chronomancer]

characters: (jade!) Eridan Ampora and anyone willing to be subjected to movies, self-pity and shrugging.
setting: floor 14 - the media room
format: starting with action, but I'll match your preference
summary: Eridan has found heaven, aka, somewhere to watch movies and forget his life sucks quite as much as it does.
warnings: pity-party? Will add more as necessary.

[After making himself scarce for a bit, trying to get a hold of everything going on and finally finish untangling his goddamn reels, Eridan's wandering around the Tower landed him somewhere he almost dare hope wouldn't suck too much. He wasn't sure he wanted to tempt fate and ask how it could suck: there were movies he had never watched there. So after making sure he wasn't going to run into someone he didn't want to, he curled up in a beanbag chair and set up to demolish a pile of movies until he either felt better, the world stopped sucking, or he forgot he felt like shit because the world sucked.

If you enter the media room, you'll find his horns the most recognizable part of his silhouette against the screen where something vaguely violent but definitely adventurous is going on. He's folded his knees to his chest, resting his chin on his knees, and seems completely absorbed by the narrative trying hard to be heard over the explosions and Really Fucking Cool Shit going on in the movie.

Pester?]

Comments

[fabricates]

I've watched plenty of movies. Have you?

[chronomancer]

Land of Celluloid and Silver, gee, I wonder.

[fabricates]

[She erupts in laughter.]

Are you shitting me? Your land was something lame like that?

[chronomancer]

Not as shitty as this movie, no.

[fabricates]

Fuck you, this movie is great! Your taste is just incredibly shitty.

[chronomancer]

I'd believe you, honest, but evidence kind a overwhelmin'ly disagrees with you.

[fabricates]

Evidence? That isn't evidence, that's just your stupid opinion.

[She snorts, turning her attention back to the tv because this fucker just made her miss like five minutes of it.]

Just shut up. No one gives a shit about what you have to say.

[chronomancer]

[He saved your brain from rotting for five minutes, you mean.]

Whatevver.

[fabricates]

[Keep your opinions to yourself!!!!!!!!]

Seriously, Ampora? Do you really have to have the last word here??

[Implying she doesn't.]

[chronomancer]

Habit.

[Eridan smiled at her, over his shoulder. Just a sliver, full of ironies he felt no need to explain.]

But if you want to have the last word, Serket, all you need to do is speak and then leave before I say anything else.

[fabricates]

I'm trying to watch this movie right now. And you keep interrupting it with your dumb habit.

[Her smile in return is filled with passive aggression.]

[chronomancer]

I'm sorry.

[An advantage of apologizing as much as he does: when you need to, it's really easy to apologize without meaning it one bit.]

[fabricates]

Then shut your seedflap, Ampora.

[She doesn't buy that apology for a minute anyway. She's pretty sure he's doing it to piss her off.]

[chronomancer]

[Is it working?]

Of course.

[fabricates]

[Yes. She throws another pillow at him.]

Shut. Up.

[chronomancer]

[Well, now all you've managed is make him chuckle. And throw the pillow back.]

[fabricates]

[She snorts and leans forward to stab the pillow onto one of his horns. And then leans back to watch her movie.]

[chronomancer]

[He made a squawk-like sound in surprise, then turned and gave her a dark glare as he tried to pluck the pillow off his horn. Bitch.

Vriska wins this one, if only because Eridan is kind of spluttering too much to retaliate.]

[fabricates]

[It takes every ounce of willpower not to cackle at his reaction, but she manages to keep it to a snicker and a nasty smirk.

Vriska: 1, Eridan: 0]

[chronomancer]

[He's so tempted... so tempted to make a timeloop just to get back at you. But he's the bigger troll. The better person. Basically, he's not a psychotic jerk.

He'll get back at her. Oh, he'll get back at her somehow.]

[fabricates]

[The upside of being Vriska Serket is that she doesn't have to make timeloops to get at anyone. She's a pro at doing it in real time.]

[chronomancer]

[...excuse me, what.]

How much is left of this thing?

[fabricates]

[Your methods are lame is what, bro.]

Seriously? Are you seriously going to start talking to me again while we're watching this?

I thought I made it pretty clear that your trap should remain shut for the duration!

[chronomancer]

[His methods are perfect, you don't even know.]

Talking to you? Hardly. Can't a guy try and commune with the universe for answers?

[Yeah, he's just basically being obnoxious for the sake of being obnoxious.]

[fabricates]

[You know who else is good at being obnoxious for the sake of being obnoxious? Vriska is.]

Soooooooo sorry! I wouldn't want to intrude on your conversation with the universe. Please, continue talking like a fucking idiot, it's really fun to watch.