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come_sailaway2022-10-04 10:49 pm
uncodlyawwesome) wrote in come_sailaway2022-10-04 10:49 pm
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[OPEN] the art of late arrivals
Who: Eridan Ampora and Whoever Else!
What: Eridan is absolutely totally in control of his life and he wants everyone to know it.
When: October, up til before Halloween
Where: The buffet, the beauty salon, Tauva, or anywhere you want!
Warnings: Underage drinking, talk about fictional genocide, talk about Homestuck
Notes: I use brackets but don't let that stop your prose-writing hearts
1. [Windjammer] the art of socializing while eating
[Eridan hates the buffet. He'd stood around in Mikabo for an embarrassingly long time before he gave up trying to will sushi into existence, and has since been taking his meals in the same place as every other stinking body around him.
Food rationing is stupid, obviously, because the food's infinite here, and so he piles his plates high with a bit of everything, until his table is practically its own serving station. It turns out that a lot of human food is basically like troll food, except with fewer grubs? Which is weird. He has no idea how bread is supposed to be full of protein like grubloaf is... but it does taste pretty good, so okay, fine.
There will be another tray of crab legs in about fifteen minutes, if you want to wait -- or you can try asking the weird-looking kid hoarding the tray for some generosity. Maybe you can't stand the way he's trying to eat a taco and need to correct him. Or maybe, you're just unlucky enough that there are no other seats available, aside from the ones across from him...
Either way, the response is invariably the same: Eridan glares at the encroaching passenger, drops an arm defensively in front of his plate, and asks:] WWhat?
2. [Calgona] the art of hair care products
[His hair looks like shit.
Okay, no it doesn't, it looks fine, but it's getting loose and falling into his eyes in a way he's not fuckin' fond of. So he's here, in the spa's beauty salon, carefully browsing the products available as if he knows what any of them do. Spoiler alert: he fucking does. He needs hair serum, and stay-in conditioner, plus pomade, hairspray, mousse...
He spends a LONG time here, and he is meticulous about his choices. He goes so far as to try different gels and mousses out, fixing his hair before critically eying the level of volume in the mirror, then rinsing his hair, towel-drying it, and beginning all over again.]
3. [Tauva] the art of totally having your shit together
[He'd read the game manual in the library, but most of it just sounded like the same old shit he already knew. No going home, obviously. No seeing his friends again, thankfully. He's officially trapped in this weird dream bubble for the rest of his existence, which could be hundreds of years, and the only thing he can think to do, other than blowing a hole in the hull and sinking the whole thing...
Is mope.
Which he does, sitting in Tauva and feeling a bit like Orphaner Dualscar must've felt, right before he was torn apart by the Subjuggulators. Or... whatever happened there. Don't make me look up the MSPA wiki right now, I'm begging you.
He's discovered that nobody will stop him if he takes a bottle of whiskey that looks ancient... and now he's begun to work his way through said bottle, because he can. Yeah, that's right. Eridan's so fucking uncool that he didn't even get drunk with the rest of the teenagers, and now has to do it all by himself.]
[wildcard] the art of making shit up as we go
(Have something in mind? Message me or just throw something up and see what happens!)
What: Eridan is absolutely totally in control of his life and he wants everyone to know it.
When: October, up til before Halloween
Where: The buffet, the beauty salon, Tauva, or anywhere you want!
Warnings: Underage drinking, talk about fictional genocide, talk about Homestuck
Notes: I use brackets but don't let that stop your prose-writing hearts
1. [Windjammer] the art of socializing while eating
[Eridan hates the buffet. He'd stood around in Mikabo for an embarrassingly long time before he gave up trying to will sushi into existence, and has since been taking his meals in the same place as every other stinking body around him.
Food rationing is stupid, obviously, because the food's infinite here, and so he piles his plates high with a bit of everything, until his table is practically its own serving station. It turns out that a lot of human food is basically like troll food, except with fewer grubs? Which is weird. He has no idea how bread is supposed to be full of protein like grubloaf is... but it does taste pretty good, so okay, fine.
There will be another tray of crab legs in about fifteen minutes, if you want to wait -- or you can try asking the weird-looking kid hoarding the tray for some generosity. Maybe you can't stand the way he's trying to eat a taco and need to correct him. Or maybe, you're just unlucky enough that there are no other seats available, aside from the ones across from him...
Either way, the response is invariably the same: Eridan glares at the encroaching passenger, drops an arm defensively in front of his plate, and asks:] WWhat?
2. [Calgona] the art of hair care products
[His hair looks like shit.
Okay, no it doesn't, it looks fine, but it's getting loose and falling into his eyes in a way he's not fuckin' fond of. So he's here, in the spa's beauty salon, carefully browsing the products available as if he knows what any of them do. Spoiler alert: he fucking does. He needs hair serum, and stay-in conditioner, plus pomade, hairspray, mousse...
He spends a LONG time here, and he is meticulous about his choices. He goes so far as to try different gels and mousses out, fixing his hair before critically eying the level of volume in the mirror, then rinsing his hair, towel-drying it, and beginning all over again.]
3. [Tauva] the art of totally having your shit together
[He'd read the game manual in the library, but most of it just sounded like the same old shit he already knew. No going home, obviously. No seeing his friends again, thankfully. He's officially trapped in this weird dream bubble for the rest of his existence, which could be hundreds of years, and the only thing he can think to do, other than blowing a hole in the hull and sinking the whole thing...
Is mope.
Which he does, sitting in Tauva and feeling a bit like Orphaner Dualscar must've felt, right before he was torn apart by the Subjuggulators. Or... whatever happened there. Don't make me look up the MSPA wiki right now, I'm begging you.
He's discovered that nobody will stop him if he takes a bottle of whiskey that looks ancient... and now he's begun to work his way through said bottle, because he can. Yeah, that's right. Eridan's so fucking uncool that he didn't even get drunk with the rest of the teenagers, and now has to do it all by himself.]
[wildcard] the art of making shit up as we go
(Have something in mind? Message me or just throw something up and see what happens!)