003: stuffed in Davy Jones's locker (forward dated to friday)

[wweh]

(A. 1445 Mitchell)

[Eridan wasn't really a morning person to begin with, and the constant nightmares have not been helping issues, either. He arrives at the breakfast table, eyes heavy, looking like he hasn't had a wink of sleep in days. The caffeinated beverage known as coffee does help matters, but it's not like he really knows how to brew a pot (besides, he's a hipster, we all know he'd be getting Alternian Starbucks)... So he'll just wait around, hoping someone will do it for him.]


(B. Mayfield High, later that day)

[School took forever to get through, as one would usually expect. One thing that certainly didn't help matters was that due to his glasses and his taste in clothing, he was usually a prime target for drone bullies. Being of alternian nobility did not matter much to them, and telling them that they're messing with the wrong sea troll often caused him to get his face in a toilet. You know, the usual. Awkwardly considering it as blackrom flirtation did not help matters, either. By the end of the day, it wasn't uncommon that Eridan be stuffed in a locker, and today was no exception. If you pass by one of the lockers, you can probably hear Eridan slightly whimpering, or yelling. Help him/laugh at him/ be stuck in the locker next to him?]

THIS IS FUCKIN' STUPID.

(C. The Malt Shop, even later)

[Though, everything didn't matter because by the end of the day, Eridan had something he was looking forward to: a date, of all things. At least, that's what he thinks it was. He'll be pacing nervously, waiting for her to show up. Then again, he doesn't know who to look for, as all of this planning was done completely over the phone. It could be anyone.]

Comments

[miraculls.livejournal.com]

You talking about Eridan? Yeah, he's a real dope motherfuckin' friend of mine. What about him? Do I need to be converting him to the mirthful ways?

[misterwwizard.livejournal.com]

My child, he is wwith- [clear's throat again. Oh god his accent is really coming out isn't it?] quite the motherfuckin' lost soul. You have already shared with him our motherfuckin' blood, an' now you must be teachin' him the meanin' a' our pure motherfuckin' love. Fill one a' his quadrants an' use that to be gettin' all a' his understandin' on. Get all up in his thinkpan about us.

[He gives up on hiding the accent but he still sounds... convincing. He hopes. Maybe talking like him will drive it home.]

[miraculls.livejournal.com]

[Man, even if Eridan wasn't so convincing with his clearly superior FLARP skills, Gamzee would still be stupid enough to buy it.]

Wait. Me? A quadrant? Eridan?

[It's probably a little insulting just how bewildered Gamzee sounds right now.]

Uhhhh...shit, I ain't ever thought about fishbro that way before, but I guess if that's what you motherfuckers are all up and wanting, I could help him kick the wicked ignorance. Which quadrant should I be filling?

[misterwwizard.livejournal.com]

oh my glub. he's doing it. he's fuckin' doing it. this is fuckin' shithive nuts.

[he continues on with his charade, his impression getting weaker and weaker with his excitement]

Any quadrant except his pale! He is not one to be picky. I'm sure he'll be acceptin' a' any. He's stuck over in the locker next to you, if you wish to complete this task as soon as possible!

[Cue the appropriate banging from Eridan on the locker wall.]

[miraculls.livejournal.com]

Whooooooooa, gillfucker, that you in the containment block on over? Did the messiahs drop you in there just now? Motherfuckin' miracles just popping all on over the place today.

[A slightly awkward pause as Gamzee tries to figure out what his next move here is.]

So uhhhhh...I heard you need some quadrants that need filling?

[misterwwizard.livejournal.com]

[Eridan smirks so hard that you can actually hear that shit]

Oh really now? A' course I'm always lookin' to fill the voids in my life.

So, what were you thinkin'? I'm down for anythin' that's involvin' sloppy makeouts.

[Forward much?]

[miraculls.livejournal.com]

[Okay, Gamzee. You can do this. Be strong. It's what the gods want you to do.]

Uhhh...I was thinking more along the lines of ashen, if you've got any blackroms I need to be all spreading my chill on about. [lol nope]

[misterwwizard.livejournal.com]

[First, a loud sigh. Not quite what he wanted, but it will do. He thinks and t hen sighs again... what blackroms. All he's got is platonic hate. He'll work with that, he supposes. Anything to fill a quadrant.]

Hm, well I've got three people that are hatin' on me hardcore right about now. It's not quite the romantic sort but I guess it'll be doin' for now.

Kar, Kan, an Sol are all hatin' on me right now take your fuckin' pick. Maybe "spread your chill" to Kan so maybe I can dream a' somethin' other than chainsaw-wielding rainbow drinkers.

[miraculls.livejournal.com]

[Eridan, think about this. Do you really want to make out with Gamzee. Are you really that desperate.]

Aww, what are they all hating on a fellow brother for? I ain't seen any of these nasty feelings being fronted your way yet. I guess I could be having a chat with Kanaya, but she's got way more experience with this sort of shit than I do, haha.

[misterwwizard.livejournal.com]

[Standards? What are those?]

Well... I've done... some things that people wouldn't be approvin' a'. Doin' what I was feelin' was right at the time.

Miss fussyfangs could always be usin' another point a' view, in my opinion. Show her the way to the land a' Faygo an' Miracles or somethin'.