[OPEN] I don't wake up early every morning

[chronomancer]

Characters: [AU1] Eridan Ampora & you!
Setting: Media floor.
Format: I'll start with Action, but I'll match your preference.
Summary: Eridan is taking this whole swapped body really well. Or maybe he's too exhausted to make much a fuss about it. Either or.
Warnings: ...fabulous jadebloods in fabulous skirts?

[Eridan took the whole thing in stride. He couldn't really tell if it was aplomb or just flat out not giving a shit, though. He changed the shirt, put on his spare sunglasses and when he found his pants just wouldn't stay on his new hips, shrugged it off and kept the skirt. It was kinda comfy anyway. So after dropping a line in the network, he made his way to the media room, intent on watching movies until Kanaya saw his message and swung by to talk to him.

Well, that was the idea. Not even halfway through the first one, Eridan fell asleep. So now there's a jadeblood sprawled on a couch, in a very unladylike fashion, wearing an aquarius shirt and a pair of ridiculous sunglasses.

Might be snoring a little, too.]

Comments

[restitchtime]

[the guardian that the people deserve, but don't want right now. a dark Huss.

no way man, Striders can handle this shit just fine. they're supercapable.]

[chronomancer]

[A dark Huss to guide us into the light!

Yeah, right. I believe you, of course. Totally.]

[restitchtime]

[and then ride off into the sunset aloooooone

good. it would be so unfortunate to have to argue such an obvious fact.]

[chronomancer]

[Give him a horse and he'll be yours forever.

I think they're past obvious arguments now, aren't they?]

[restitchtime]

[but give him a horse ranch and he'll be his own man?

I would hope so, but you can never tell.]

[chronomancer]

[nah, give him a horse ranch and he'll spontaneously become Equius

Used to dealing with too many Egberts?]

[restitchtime]

[what a 100d prospect

so many derps. so many stupid decisions. so much friendship.]

[chronomancer]

[admit it, you're intrigued

Admit it, Strider, you like it.]

[restitchtime]

[...perhaps

about as much as getting punched in the face.]

[chronomancer]

[my, oh my

Miss Strider, are you confessing to your masochistic urges?]

[restitchtime]

[ >:]
> :]
>:]

masochism is for certain mutant-blooded trolls not present in the tower right now. she's only confessing to hideously bad luck.]

[chronomancer]

[/swwoon

Uh huh, we believe you, Rose, don't worry. No need to get... defensive.]

[restitchtime]

[and I will leave my strikethrough on

pointing out facts isn't being defensive.]

[chronomancer]

[Oh, my.

Uh huh.]

[restitchtime]

[anything for you

yes. and she is not going to take any arguments from the troll wearing Christmas colors about it either.]

[chronomancer]

[You're such a cad, my goodness!

Excuse you, there's no such thing as Christmas where he's from. So there. Your ethnocentrism is showing, Miss Strider.]

[restitchtime]

[you say that like it's a bad thing

what's that you're saying? 'ooooh Miss Strider please inflict Christmas specials on my sorry ass after this cinematic masterpiece is done'? because that's what she's hearing here.]

[chronomancer]

[That's exactly what it is.

Oh god, you'll make him rant. He'll make you ragequit with the power of his ranting, my god.]

[restitchtime]

[that's all a matter of perspective

hahaha, you wish. she feeds off winding other people up like it's some kind of energy source.]

[chronomancer]

[Don't go Seer on my ass now.

...yeah, okay, he can sympathize with that a little. My god, all Time players are assholes aren't they. Except maybe Aradia.]

[restitchtime]

[as if I hadn't been the entire time

Aradia beat Vriska to a bloody pulp and left her to bleed out. she's a member of the asshole club too whether she likes it or not.]

[chronomancer]

[Sobbing.

...yeah, you know what, totally organizing asshole Time player poker nights ICly, see if I don't.]

[restitchtime]

[;)

fuck yes, this is the best idea. finally a use for all those shitty sunglasses.]

[chronomancer]

[Hideous person, you.

I WILL MAKE IT HAPPEN.]

...well.

[Eridan leans back, blinking a little as the movie draws to a close, credits rolling in the screen.]

That was certainly something.

[restitchtime]

[it's what I was born to be

she stops the credits, nudging at the player a little bit to retrieve her movie]

Yeah, it's one of the better ones I managed to get my hands on. Definitely a huge leap up from what I've seen other assholes watching around here.