towerofanimus | ❝It's a brand new day❞

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❝It's a brand new day❞

Characters: Willow (

guiltapalooza), jade Eridan (

littlemissnobody). CLOSED.
Setting: Starts on the dorm floors.
Format: Action tags yes?
Summary: She's going to cheer her gloomy friends up and no buts about it. Oh and P.S., backdated to before Buffy gets here.
Warnings: Nada! Maybe mention of past violence, I guess.

[Willow is determined. She is dauntless. She is going to do this.

She's going to make sure Eridan-- the other one-- knows that she doesn't blame him for anything that'd happened on the stairwell the other day, and check in on him, all while not making him talk about it. She well knows the value of not making someone talk about something. Post-crisis friendship bonding was an important Scooby tradition, meant to stabilize the relationship again and return things to normal after trauma.

Eridan doesn't know to expect it from her, she's sure, but he's going to find out. And she has the perfect pretense for it: Dawn would probably feel better if she had some friends here, and Eridan was close to her age. Willow also knows that Dawn has a hard time making friends herself, as much as she denies it, so it'll really kill two birds with one stone by cheering up both the people in her life that need cheering up.

All of this is why she's standing in front of Eridan's room and knocking on his door. Her cheerfulness is maybe a little aggressive, but really, just a little.]

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I can work with maybe, [she says triumphantly.] It'll be just fine. More than okay.

Come on, she's just down the hall.

Alright.

[Eridan shrugs in agreement, and nods for her to lead the way. Well, it can't be that bad, can it?]

[She gamely leads him down the hall, her expression set in determination once again.

It really is just a few doors down, and soon enough she's knocking on the door.] Dawnie, are you there? [Actually, Willow already knows that she's there, because that's what locator spells are for, right? But she'll keep up the pretense so she doesn't look stalkery.]

[Dawn is indeed in her room, reading through one of the books that showed up in her trunk. Not exactly light reading but it gave her a good distraction.

When she hears the knock and Willow's voice, she starts slightly]

Just a minute.

[After putting the book back in her trunk, she makes her way to the door and opens it]

Hey Willow, what's...up?

[Her distraction comes as she notices Eridan. Good news, she's rooming with a troll so their existence is already a known thing]

[He's not quite hiding behind Willow, but he does look a little wary about the whole affair, despite his best intentions. He did mean what he told Willow: He liked pretty much everyone, it was just that the sentiment was rarely reciprocated. A lot of people had very low tolerance for idiocy, and he happened to be something of an expert on that particular bit.

Nonetheless, he offered Dawn a lopsided smile, sharp teeth unintentionally peeking through his lips. Better let Willow handle introductions, then.]

Hi! [She leaps right in, ready to introduce.] What's up is I wanted to visit, and introduce you to a friend of mine.

Dawn, this is Eridan. And... vice-versa. [She gives Dawn a hopeful smile, trying to send her a 'please, please get along and be happy' message as clearly as she could.]

[Dawn gives Willow a knowing look, the kind that says she knows it's more about the latter than the former. Not that she minds, but she's not going to let it pass unacknowledged either. She then focuses her attention on Eridan, still slightly uncertain but he has enough in common with the Dolorosa that she can deal]

Hi. You're a troll, right?

[Eridan shrugs a little, nodding.]

Yeah. Who did you meet?

[Because there are enough trolls in the tower, that the only real question is who, rather than when or why.]

[By this point in her life, Willow has accepted the fact that she can do nothing subtly, and is just glad Dawn's going along with it.]

Not to interrupt, but maybe we should be somewhere not the doorway for our talking?

Oh, my roommate...she's called Dolorosa. She's bigger than you, I think, but you have the same grey skin and horns thing going on.

[Dawn catches herself at Willow's comment, moving back just a little]

Oh, sorry. You can come in if you want. It was only me in here anyway.

[Eridan perks up at the mention of the Dolorosa, but then steps back as Willow interrupts. And just like that, he easily fades into the background, letting Willow and Dawn decide on their own. He's good with anything, anyway.]

[Willow's not about to let him fade into the background if she can help it, as that's the opposite of the point of this. She steps into the room and glances back to make he follows, then goes on with moving the conversation along.

And trying to draw him back into it, too.] In we are, then.

I think the Dolorosa is kinda like someone's mom? Which is apparently a weird thing for trolls. Though I have it on good authority that we are just as weird to them as they are to us. [She looks over at Eridan and says teasingly,] The Summoner at least definitely agrees with you on that one.

Well that explains a lot. I did definitely get a mom-type feel from her...not that I've talked to her all that much yet. But she seems nice.

[She doesn't really get that part about the Summoner so she's just going to perch awkwardly on her bed while Willow covers that with Eridan. He's far from the only one feeling awkward here even if she's a little less obvious with it]

[Eridan shrugs a bit and nods.]

She really is nice. She's the lusus of... someone else who couldn't have one.

[Eridan nods at Dawn.]

But she's much older than me, I think. I'm just six. Er... thirteen?

[He looked at Willow for confirmation he didn't screw up the math. Human ages were weird.]

Yeah, thirteen, [she confirms, leaning up against one of Dawn's bed posts. So things are a little awkward still, but if Willow's good at anything, it's making conversation.]

There's a lot of you guys at that age here. But we don't have to do a cultural exchange if that's, uh... awkward. I just wanted to do something fun after, you know, the past week of horror.

[Dawn looks a little confused at the mention of "lusus" but is soon distracted by the age discrepancy]

Wait, hold on. Thirteen in human terms...but that's not how you normally count age? I mean, I'm guessing not what with the whole six thing.

[Eridan flinched, about the whole week of horror. He couldn't really help it. So Dawn's question was something he gladly answered, for the sake of avoiding talking about that.]

We don't have years. In Alternia... the troll home planet, we don't have years. We have sweeps. They're about two years and a little extra.

[He raised his hand to scratch the underside of his jaw, a little awkwardly.]

Most of us have some... experience? Dealing with humans, I guess, because we ended up getting in contact with a few of them but. It's complicated.

[He offered a small smile.]

I don't mind doing the whole cultural exchange thing, if you need it.

[Oops, Willow forgets that people not from her town aren't quite so flippant about the horrible stuff they have to live through. She'd caught that flinch and reminds herself to keep the reminders to a minimum.]

It can get pretty nifty, [she admits.] We don't usually get to talk to the, uh, more intelligent other species we run across. Mostly just babble in their own language and then trying to kill us.

[Dawn listens, clearly intrigued, though she looks up at Willow's interjection]

Or they disguise themselves as human. Or were human to begin with. Oh and wait, I remember hearing something about a troll that was Anya's ex?

[And here she realises what she's said and starts back-pedalling]

Um, but, I think that was a different kind of troll.

Probably.

[Eridan shrugs.]

It's... kind of impossible, from my perspective, for trolls like me to have reached Earth. But if they somehow managed to break time-space continuum like that, they... wouldn't hide. They'd probably just annihilate humans and annex the planet to the Empire.

[Adult trolls are dicks.]

Definitely a different kind of troll, [says Willow fervently.] No question about that. He was a lot, uh, hairier. His name was Olaf.

... Yeah, that's about what I'd expect from anything that found Earth, at this point. We're a hot vacation spot.

[Dawn frowns a little]

Well, I guess that'd explain the movies. I mean, you never hear of the alien species who land on Earth and try to fit in. It's always the ones who want to blow us up or take us over.

[Eridan shrugged.]

Galactic conquering is kind 'a troll thing. I guess. I don't know, even if I hadn't played the game, I'm not from a caste involved in all that.

What is your caste involved in? Um, if it's not rude to ask that. I think I missed that part of the crash course on troll hierarchy.

There's a troll hierarchy?

[Screw the world conquering, this is interesting new knowledge]

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If you get the joke, you're welcome.

sadly i don't get the joke :(

I'm tempted to say HG2G but I'm probably wrong

XD

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