001- What a wonderful first day!

[wweh]

Characters: Eridan Ampora & YOU
Setting: Dorm Room 3-06, Cafeteria and the hallways and stairways between.
Format: action brackets
Summary: Eridan's first day...
Warnings: Possible Violence, and language.

[That was a hell of a nightmare. The sound of chainsaws echo through his mind, slowly turning into the smashing and rumbling of the Giant Space Whale's onslaught. Aw, hell. That certainly wasn't a pleasant awakening. For that matter, where the hell was his recuperacoon, and where the -hell- was his awesome clothes? This was so drab and certainly not him. Well, at least wherever the hell he was, they were kind enough to at least give him some info. He places the glasses that were conveniently on his nightstand and reads his letters. Of course his world was destroyed. If they had gone along with his plan, they could have at least saved something!]

What the fuckin' hell! How the fuck can it be all fuckin' gone in a matter a' seconds...

[Best not to think about it. He shrugs. His stuff is in that chest, right? Maybe if he can just reach into it and....yeah, as if his morning couldn't get worse, it's covered in rubble. Not much, but enough to make it not fucking worth dirtying his hands to get at. He'll get it another time, he supposes. Time to figure out how to get around here... After a few moments of hanging around, he attempts to leave the dorm room, and make his way through the hall towards the elevators. He feels incredibly stupid not arming himself, but putting himself in a dangerous situation and being a damsel in distress is a perfect conversation starter!]



[Yep, Eridan went the wrong way down one of the hallways, and is faced with various bruiser-style monsters... I'm lazy, so you can pick whatever he's up against. Whatever makes it cooler for your character, he's up against that. They're kind of blocking his way, and fish is on the menu! This will probably happen several times on his journey through the tower.]

Fuck, can't a troll get acquainted with a new fuckin' place without havin' to strife! Can we just like... call this off and battle another time? I'm not really prepared or anythin' an' if I was you'd be fuckin' DEAD. Killin' things like you has kinda been a way a' life for me an' believe me I got so many overpowered weapons you'd have had no chance. Consider it me showin' mercy on your pathetic asses. Not that I fuckin' have any flushed interest in any a' you ugly things. You're pathetic in a totally platonic way. Total platonic pity. Now just step aside, I'm just as hungry as you are an' I need some nourishment. You're kinda in my way...
[Nope, they just trudge towards Eridan...Who promptly attempts to abscond. Cue chase scene. Insert appropriate music here while Eridan runs, scared for his life. He can't back it up ever.]




[Obligatory first meal. Can't have giant fuckin' space whales without getting some kind of nourishment. He doesn't care if there's shit going on, he wants food, and he wants it NOW!]

Hey! I want some fuckin' service in here, I don't care what's goin' on, I'm hungry, an' I want some fuckin' FOOD.

[Cue bowl of oatmeal.]

Oh, so is this what you humans call fuckin' food? You expect a violet-blooded troll like myself to eat this pauper garbage? Get it the fuck out a' my face.

[After much complaining and finding out no one is really listening or caring. He sits down and enjoys his meal. As much as someone can while there's bullshit going on. Feel free to bother him.]

Comments

option 1~

[cullscuttlefish]

[Feferi hadn't gotten much sleep the night before. She'd gotten a couple of hours here and there, but only because if she didn't, she would be in no condition to keep fighting the next day. She had people to protect.

It was a good thing she'd set extra clothes and shoes right behind her pillow, and slept holding her culling fork. Today, she was in her Derse clothes-turned-soccer uniform, seeing as it was far easier to move in - and monsters couldn't grab it as easily - as her skirts.

As she walks through the halls, culling fork out, she hears a familiar voice. It doesn't have the sadness that the first alternate universe Eridan had, and it didn't have the cynicism that jade!Eridan had. Which meant...

...this was going to be awkward.]

...Eridan? Is that you?

THE MOST AWKWARD

[wweh]

[Oh shit, that voice. Isn't she? Didn't he...? He really has no clue. She doesn't seem too mad... hopefully she won't remember what he did and what is he going to do about it if it comes up? Tell her? No way, that'd be stupid. "Hey, can we be moirails again even though I killed you?" Still though, he tries to move towards the voice...]

F-Fef? That you? You're alive?

[cullscuttlefish]

It's me. I'm fine, don't worry about that.

[She holds her free arm up, waving.

No, she doesn't remember what happened. What she does remember is how completely lost she's been without a proper moirail around. She also remembers why things didn't work out. But maybe it can here. She's willing to give it a second chance.

But she can't lie to herself and say she's not a touch worried about what's going to happen once things regarding the current state of her quadrants comes up.]

[wweh]

[Normally, he should be very, very pissed. But here, he feels like he's a fish out of water...familiarity is familiarity, no matter how jealous he may be. He immediately runs to her, hoping it'll be an actual nice reunion... She's got a weapon, after all.]

You're not mad at me or anythin'...?

[cullscuttlefish]

...why would I be mad at you? It looks like you just washed up here, and too much whale shit - literally - has been happening for me to be pissed off at anyfin but the cause of it.

[wweh]

[He's not going to push it. Best to forget about it. It leads to a much faster friendship and there's certainly nothing wrong with this in Eridan's mind whatsoever. Certainly nothing bad could happen if he sweeps it under the rug. Eridan nervously rubs the back of his neck.]
I kinda just did...
Nevermind that though...Whale shit? reely?

I just got here, what the fuckin' hell is goin' on I'm hearin like all this rumblin' an' it's not givin' me many good feelin's...

[cullscuttlefish]

Okay. Then I guess you got the letter, or whatever. I'm not reely confinced that all of that stuff's true, but now's not reely the time to discuss all that.

So yesterday, there was an announcement on the network from the admins that run the plaice saying the power levels were off. Nobubbly was shore what that meant till the tower started shaking. Not long after that, someguppy saw a giant whale breach. It started ramming the plaice. Things aren't reely stable up there. The lower floors aren't a lot betta. I'm glad I laid some important things out last night, or I'd have been in trouble this morning.

[wweh]

Yeah I'm really not buyin' any a' that garbage you can't really just blow up a world like that especially because I WAS JUST THERE BEFORE I GOT HERE. had it blown up I would a' fuckin' known.

Giant whale? Well a good thing they got me here you know I'm like a fuckin' pro at killin' giant whales.

Well, If I could get at my trunk. Curse all a that inconveniently placed brubble...rubble....bubble... oh glub i'm fish punnin' again.

[cullscuttlefish]

There's evidence for and against it. It's one big conchplicated mess. But that's a talk for later, when fins are a little more stable. Not in the middle of an emergency. I'm swimming myshellf ragged trying to check on trolls from three or four different universe, friends from everywhere...

[Nervous laughter. Not that she isn't happy as she can be with Genda, but she also doesn't want Eridan running off trying to find him after Gamzee flew off the handle and threatened to kill him the other day.]

Do you want me to try and kelp you get in there?

[wweh]

I think it might be good, could be usin' someone else hands to get it open.

[god forbid he dirty his own.]

Wait, wait... alternate universes? Weird time bullshit? Fuck, as if we didn't have enough a that with the memos an' everythin' already...

Option three

[a1a100]

[What. The. Fuck.

That is Sollux's reaction to everything going on at the moment. He's been here for one week, and already shit starts happening. What a lovely place to be in! And to make things even worse, as he's walking by he's going to notice Eridan eating his nice meal. Which only pisses him off further.

He walks right over and uses his psionics to take the bowl of oatmeal from Eridan and toss it across the room.]

What the fuck is wrong with you?!

[wweh]

[Well, this was pleasant. Except for the fact that it wasn't. Well it was, more in that "oh shit it's someone i wouldn't mind hitting it off with" sort of way. BUT IT STILL WAS NOT COOL.]


Me? I'm just wakin' up in an unfamiliar place tryin' to get a goddamn meal. You're the one fuckin' tossin' my oatmeal across the fuckin' room with your "THPHIONPHIC" [A horrible, horrible attempt at a lisp]

I just got here an' you're already comin' on strong. I guess you fuckin' missed me that much.

[he's not sure how long Sollux has been here, he can only assume...]

[a1a100]

[Eyetwitch]

Like fucking hell I missed you! I only had one fucking week without your stupid face around and it was the best week of my life. But now I guess it's time for my life to start shitting on itself again!

And in case you were too busy indulging yourself with disgusting human slop to notice, the fucking place has fallen onto itself!

[And he lets out a sarcastic laugh]

It's probably you're fucking fault we've been attacked by a giant whale!

[wweh]

[Oh, Eridan's eyetwitching just as much]
An' I thought things were goin' swimminly before I ran into your ass. Hell, I ran into Fef earlier an' I felt we were startin' off on a right foot even after everythin'.
[and the comment about this all being his fault sets him off...]
My fault?

Excuse me, but who the fuckin' fuck do you think is responsible for killin' shit like that an' keepin' Fef's Lusus sated. Oh, that's right. Me. So you should be thankin' whomever is in charge here to be feelin' the need to bring me here so I can take care a' your whale problem.

Option 2, how do you feel about being saved by yourself?

[chronomancer]

[There is a hand, grabbing you by the scarf, Eridan, and shoving you back so you're no longer between this Eridan and the monsters. Or more accurately, this Eridan, his badass laser gun, and the monsters soon to be shot dead.]

You talk too much.

[The observation is dry, clipped and a little annoyed. Well, someone hasn't been having the best of days!]

I LOVE IT. I was hoping they'd meet <3

[wweh]

[there's a humorous moment where Eridan twirls around due to the strength of the shove+grab. When he makes heads of tails of what he's seeing... he notices something... Odd. That's him, right there. What the hell? The colors are a bit off, but the scarf is certainly his style.]

And you're me... too ... much.

[still too shocked to make a proper comeback. Or a thank you. But since when has he ever said those words?]

[chronomancer]

Really.

[Behold the deadpan of doom. Entire nations fall to their knees and weep before this fucking rad deadpan. Eridan doesn't skip a beat in the shooting though. His ain't no Ahab's crosshairs, but he doesn't need that. Pretty much every shoot hits its target, falling into a nice rhythm - one, two, three, shoot, one, two, three, shoot - over and over until he clears the hallway. At least there weren't that many. This time.]

You've also got the grubfuckin' stupid look 'a freshmeat.

[He shifts his stance a little, eyes narrowed behind the sunglasses. And then he smirks, full of teeth and just a little mean.]

Fuck, betcha you ain't a Time Bitch, but you still have the fuckin' worst timing ever.

[a1a100]

You really must not be paying any fucking attention, surprise surprise, because the fucking whale problem has nothing to do with a whale anymore! The damn thing exploded and the Tower's full of weird ass things that are trying to kill us!

But you don't care, oh no. All you fucking care about is feeding your FAT ASS.

[wweh]

[Eridan Glares. He so could have done that. SO COULD HAVE DONE THAT. He can't deny that this guy was a better marksman... he made it look so cool, too...Not that he'd ever admit it, anyway.]
I could have done that. with one fuckin' shot. Well, if I could a' gotten at my crosshairs.

Freshmeat, what the fuckin' hell is that supposed to mean? Yeah, I just got here, but that's not what's fuckin' matterin'. Furthermore, I'm the goddamned Prince a' Hope, an' you best be respectin' that title. I do so much shit with hope you don't even know. Who gives a fuck about timin'...

[wweh]

I already ran into some a' those things on the way here, grubstain. Do you know how hard it was to deal with that shit on an empty stomach? Had to deal with it barehanded too it's not even my style. I deserve some fuckin' nourishment before I go into a state a' panic. I've had a hell a' a mornin'.

...Well, I guess Fef an' some other douchebag helped too.

[chronomancer]

[Eridan arches an eyebrow and just barely refrains from pointing that if he could have done that, he should have. But hey, he went a while without his gun, he knows the feeling. He doesn't feel sympathetic because that's almost like giving a fuck, but he does roll his eyes a little.]

Mage 'a Time does, princess.

[Fuck, Gamzee's rubbing off on him. That might be bad. Might. Is. Right. Eridan snorts.]

But shit, if you've got it under control, I'll leave you to it, Fins. I ain't one to stick around where I ain't wanted.

[wweh]

[Oh shit, the threat of Eridan being unprotected gives a knee-jerk reaction of OH GOD PLEASE DONT LEAVE ME and grovelling...did he just call him princess?]
N-No! Wait I take that back! You're in a prime fightin' condition an' well, I'm a fish out a' water here... Couldn't even be gettin' in my trunk. A' important, royal troll like myself could be usin' some protection around here an' well... you've got style I'll be givin' you that much.
[under his breath]
Good to see that a character trait a' bein' a mage is bein' a huge jackass...

[a1a100]

Get off your fucking high-hoofbeast!

You think anyone else has had it easier? If anyone deserves any nourishment it's the idiots who've been here longer then both of us, and they're too busy fighting their asses off to make sure we stay fucking safe!

[wweh]

I think you missed the part where I said I couldn't even get into my fuckin' trunk!

Well, I could, but I didn't want to fuckin' dirty my hands movin' all that rubble. There was just so much a' it....

[chronomancer]

[Oh god, this is embarrassing. Eridan has the shittiest poker face of all the Time players - except maybe Aradia, but she's Aradia and she doesn't need a poker face - but this... this guy. Shit. Every single thought and emotion flickers along his face like a ripple and it's kind of fascinating and just downright embarrassing.]

Being deaf ain't, though. You make a habit to piss off the troll with the bigger gun?

[His tone is flat and sharp, and you can almost hear the eyeroll behind the words, even if the sunglasses kept his eyes hidden. Eridan sighs. At least it wasn't a mini-Dualscar. To be honest, looking at the kid was easy to see his Ancestor in him, and that sent a pang of surprisingly vibrant anger down his gut. Eridan thought he was over it. Apparently he wasn't. But for all he seemed an annoying motormouth, this kid wasn't mini-Douchescar. So he shelves the plans of popping his head like a fucking grape with a shovel and some nice spite.]

Style. Lemme tell you something about style. It goes to hell the more you die, and trust me, Fins, you're gonna die. A lot. It's just a thing we do around here.

[He smiles. It's not pleasant.]

Welcome to Towwer Wwonderfuck, Guppy.