[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

[chronomancer]

I thought about the easy death thing myself, but lemme tell you, people die a lot in this thing.

[And if to prove the point, the scene in the screen shows a handful of doubles and mooks getting axed.]

It's a game of luck, wwith these titles, I guess.

[verymuchalive]

I guess so.

[As she watches, clearly fascinated]

I wonder what they do with the bodies. Humans don't really strike me as the sort to just leave them lying around like we do.

[chronomancer]

Apparently they bury them.

[Eridan sounded vaguely confused by the notion. You see, Jade didn't exactly explain best about this whole human death culture thing.]

Or they burn them. Or they burn them first an bury them later. Somethin like that.

[verymuchalive]

Really? That sounds fascinating! Though I'm not sure why they'd bury them after burning them. That seems a little excessive.

[chronomancer]

I don't know, I probably got it wwrong. The point is that apparently leavin corpses lyin around like that is rude or somethin.

[verymuchalive]

Oh. Well that does make sense. They do seem to have a much stricter sense of what counts as civilized than we do.

[chronomancer]

I think it's the lack of killing.

[Eridan snorted, as more people died on the screen in a lovely display of ironic timing.]

They seem to leave it all just to fiction. I guess if you're not used to it, death is kind a huge deal.

[Oh, who is he kidding, death is still a big deal for him, especially for those close to him.]

[verymuchalive]

[Aradia giggles at the ironic timing of that statement but still nods in agreement]

I guess so. I suppose it seems safer to them to explore it through something that isn't real. After all, it's not like they have kismesis to help them get the violence out of their system.

[chronomancer]

[Oh. Let's. Not talk about quadrants. He's bad at those.]

I... guess. It's just weird, for a culture that has platonic hate dowwn to a science.

[verymuchalive]

Down to a science, perhaps, but it still seems far less prevalent than it is for us. I think it takes more for them to hate in general.

[chronomancer]

You might be onto somethin there.

[Eridan leans back on his beanchair, staring at the violence in the screen.]

They're not really... hateable either. Kind a.

[verymuchalive]

[She nods]

I know what you mean. They're easier to be apathetic about, if they're not likeable enough to be liked.

[chronomancer]

Some a them try.

[Eridan snorts.]

But I don't even think they're doin it on purpose so it doesn't matter. It's kind a stupid.

[verymuchalive]

I don't know. I find it kind of refreshing to be able to talk to someone and not have it default to antagonism.

[chronomancer]

...that's true. Did you talk a lot with the humans in your session?

[verymuchalive]

Not really. I spoke to Dave once, briefly, and I also spoke to Rose but I wasn't quite myself then. But nothing to really say that I got to know any of them.

[chronomancer]

Oh. I mostly talked with Jade and sometimes Davvid.

[Eridan rolls his eyes behind his sunglasses.]

I'm. Actually sharin a room wwith him here.

[verymuchalive]

Oh, really? Well that must be nice, to share with someone you already know.

[chronomancer]

Wwell.

[How to put this tactfully and nicely?]

It's exactly what I expected.

[That is, equal parts lulz and hair-pulling frustration.]

[verymuchalive]

And you were expecting what, exactly?

[chronomancer]

...Davvid.

[Eridan runs a hand through his hair, the gesture practiced enough he avoids his horns entirely.]

Just. Davvid. I'm goin to assume you havven't met him if you don't understand.

[verymuchalive]

[She shakes her head]

I don't think I know any of the humans from your session.

[chronomancer]

Oh. They're...

[Eridan shrugs a little helplessly.]

They're not bad, not really. Some a them can be a little frustratin though.

[Grumbling.]

Especially wwhen you're tryin to savve their sorry asses and they just wwon't listen.

[verymuchalive]

I don't think that's an exclusively human trait. I don't think I've found one yet that I haven't seen in trolls before now. Maybe you're just being harder on them for being human?

[chronomancer]

Maybe.

[He lets that admission sink in for a moment, eyes fixed on the screen as he thinks. And then he snorts, bitter.]

Maybe it's just that I couldn't fix it, if they screwwed up. Wwith the others... wwell, tough shit, rewwind the goddamn thing, doom yourself and try again. But not the humans, their timeline wwas set. I hated wwatchin them fuck up, and I hated not bein able to stop wwatchin them fuck up.

[He curled up a little tighter.]

I hated that no matter wwhat I told them, it still played out the wway it wwas supposed to, evven if it sucked. An I already kneww that, evven before I started lookin. Kneww it like I knoww the wweight of a paradox about to snap into doom.

[He gave her a paper-thin smile.]

But I'm a shitty Hero of Time, so I tried anywway an got pissed wwhen it didn't wwork. An then got frustrated wwith them, because it's pretty damn hard to be pissed at Paradox Space at large. Fucker doesn't givve a shit, you knoww?