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...Fuck.
okay
i thought i wwas done wwith this but apparently im not
just
oh fuck
okay
wwere just
goin to organize ourselvves
as usual
consider this a memo wwhat wwith the lack a an actual memo
maybe itll wwork out better in the long run this wway
wwhatevver
try not
you knoww
wwell you knoww
just remember this is public because i
still
dont knoww howw to lock stuff an
shit
if any a you figured it out
pass it along
you knoww wwhos stuck here in the towwer
so
you knoww wwhat to do
an please
dont be grubfuckin shitstains that evveryone hates
one a us
wwill end up stuck here
dealin wwith the aftermath
so
Dont Screww Up

the
wwell
the rest a you
readin this
im
im really sorry about this

[ooc: Time shenanigans! Eridan has been splitting off into several dozen doomed selves who are now running around the tower ~~getting killed~~, and will probably descend on this entry en masse. Which is gonna get very confusing, very frustrating, very soon. Have fun?]

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[To be honest, Eridan is kind of too perplexed to remember he can, in fact, walk away from this. He shrugs then plucks that leaf between his claws.]

I've got all the time in the world, literally.

[And then he blew on the leaf, sharp and strong, watching it flutter away for a few moments before it started to roll as it fell.]

[He really had to try hard not to laugh at that joke. Oh, God, it was so bad. His favorite. Pretty sure Eridan wasn't trying to make that big of a deal out of it, though. Instead, he sat straight up, finally pulling the pressure off of Eridan's chest.]

Fuckin' perfect, brother! Why don't we all get our look on of these crazy motherfuckers, then?

[He bounced excitedly, rocking up on to his feet and probably causing Eridan a great deal of discomfort by doing so before looking down and offering him a hand up.]

[His hand was still stained green.]

[Oh. Urgh.]

[Eridan grasped it anyway, then froze as he realized... realized. He snorted as he pulled himself up and turned back in the vague direction of where the first puddle of jade blood was. Goddamn stable timeloops. He shook his head and offered Gamzee a lopsided smirk.]

Sure, just let me--

[Eridan landed on his ass in a puddle of his own blood, appearing out of nowhere. Eridan snorted, acid and loud and rather unkind. He waved at the newcomer, as he remembered he was waved at when he was that Eridan. Oh fuck this was going to get complicated.

The other Eridan just sort of stared at him. And Gamzee. But mostly at him.]

[And Gamzee stared back, with pure, unadulterated wonder. And perhaps a dash of bewilderment. And also some "oh hey there's a beetle still on my arm" for good measure.]

Whoaaa...

[His head bobbed from one Eridan to the next. One looking quite more upset than the other. No matter. They'd all get along and kick the wicked motherfucking shit what's soon e-fucking-nough. Like the illest of motherfucking bros, they'd all be like.]

[Eridan stared for a moment, and Eridan beckoned him closer, just as he remembered. Eridan then stomped towards them, bleeding a little, annoyed.]

I just--

I know.

And then this--

I know.

Fuck this goddamn--

I wholly agree.

[Eridan squinted. Eridan made himself smile wryly.]

You're a dick.

It's kind 'a our true life callin', yes.

[An irritated sigh.]

Now what?

Say hi to Gam, an' go off to the infirmary to get your shit fixed.

[Eridan turned to Gamzee, blinked at him and pushed the glasses up his nose, ignoring the gash on his arm. It looked like he'd almost been eaten by something fanged and hungry.]

Hi, Gam.

[He turned to Eridan.]

I ain't dyin' any time soon, am I?

Not for another day or so, at least.

Fuck timeloops.

[Eridan nodded understandingly.]

Fuck timeloops.

[He agreed wholeheartedly.]

[If Gamzee's head wasn't bobbing before, it was flapping around now, for certain. Like a motherfucking spectator at a tennis match. Only if the players were the same person, and there weren't any rackets or balls or net and they just really weren't playing tennis at all. What the fuck even was tennis, anyway!?

When the other Eridan addressed him, he offered a lazy smile, coupled with a wave.]

Heyyy, other Jadebro.

[And then they were back to talking, bickering, whatever the fucking flying hell they were doing, and Gamzee just kind of grinned there, not having a damn clue what was going on and not giving a shit. There were two Eridans from a weird universe he never knew existed until just recently. And that was a pretty bitchin' miracle, right the fuck there.]

[Eridan offered Gamzee a thin smile and shrugged again, swaying a little. Adrenaline is a bitch, when it floods you and then abandons you. He shakes his head.]

So. Infirmary.

Infirmary.

[Eridan sighs and reaches out to hold up his patched up self, like he remembers, holding him up by the side that's missing an arm, curling his own around his waist. Eridan sighs back and whines a bit.]

Can we even take the lift?

C'mon, we like stairs. Stairs make sense.

[He looks over at Gamzee, asking because he should, he remembers. He grins wryly, following the script, grateful for the script.]

I'm sorry, wanna come with us, Gam?

[Forever without script, Gamzee had been idly eyeing the shrubs and trees again, the new Eridan, until he was addressed.]

Shit fuckin' yeah I be down for that, wicked Jadebrothers! Gotta all go get a motherfucker his fix on, yeah? All know a sister be workin' the noise what's in that place, too.

[He was forever the accessory, the afterthought, the shadow, trailing behind and flowing in and out of situations like a backdrop. It was so interesting to be involved in everyone like that. So beautiful. Everything was so beautiful.]

You don't have to--

Oh shut up and concentrate on not dying.

[Eridan rolled his eyes and Eridan shut his mouth and sulked. Eridan offered Gamzee a half smile.]

So. I guess you got your wish. I didn't realize it was going to happen this way.

[Eridan snorted, because well. He was bad at managing time, that was no secret, but in this case...]

What wish?

[This question he could actually understand! Gamzee beamed, teeth sticking out every which way.]

All been wantin' to get my motherfuckin' see all on of all the Jadebros what's in this fuckin' place! Gonna get all up and like, throwing the wickedest of motherfucking parties to round up all you motherfuckers in!

[He couldn't. Stop. Staring. At the both of them. They looked the same!!! ...Maybe that's because they were the same. Ever the creep, and pretty insensitive given how injured the more recent Eridan was, Gamzee took a few tentative steps forward, peering down into Eridan's eyes and bringing a hand up to touch his face curiously. WAS HE REALLY REAL!?]

Gamzee, why would you even want to see more than one of me. It's me.

[Eridan blinked up at Gamzee, slightly uncomprehending. And then he was being touched and he blinked again, staring. Eridan snorted.]

It's what I keep telling him.

I keep motherfuckin' telling you, brother, you's a dope-ass motherfucker! Choicest bro to all ever get the wicked chills on with, you all fuckin' is!

[He paused, considering. His eyeballs drifted about in confusion, one of the clone's cheeks still pinched between his thumb and forefinger thoughtfully.]

Er, uhh... maybe it all wasn't the you that you is that I be gettin' that noise all on to?

If it was on a network conversation, it doesn't matter. The Alpha will just read it once this' over.

[Eridan shook his head, while Eridan sighed.]

But it's okay. That's...

...nice...

Yeah, that. It's nice of you to say.

[But we all know it ain't true.]

Oh, uhh...

Well then I'll just gotta be motherfuckin' sayin' it what's at every green bro I'm to be seeing, just to make sure, is all what's that motherfucking means.

[A honk, a happy laugh. Oh, wait, then he finally lets go of the clone's cheek and stares down to inspect him.]

Forgot you's all got your fuckin' hurt goin', yo.

[Turning to the alpha.]

Uhh... should we be gettin' our motherfucking move on?

[Eridan gave Gamzee an odd look. Why are you so friendly, it doesn't make much sense, okay.]

Yeah, that'd be nice.

[Eridan nodded as well, then snorted.]

Then let's go. What's another trail of jade on the stairs by now?

[He's friendly because he's an idiot, okay. Doesn't get much simpler or dumber than that. And God forbid someone wants to be your friend, Eridan!]

Gonna get this motherfucker all patched the fuck up good as what's a brand new miracle clonebro all ever was to be!

[He flashed some teeth in a grin, grabbing the alpha by the elbow.]

Whuh, uhh... wait...

[Nevermind, he let the alpha go. Wait, he thought that was the alpha. Which one was hurt, again? THEY LOOK THE SAME OKAY NEVERMIND ONE IS BLEEDING HE'S TOO UNOBSERVANT FOR THAT.]

Yeah.

[Eridan shrugged and Eridan sighed and together with Gamzee, they began the long limp down the stairs. Eridan looked up at Gamzee and Eridan and squinted a bit.]

What were you two even doing there anyway?

[It was easy to support an injured bro, especially if they were a lot shorter than you. Gamzee'd do whatever was needed of him, hanging on to the bleeding clone as he descended. The last thing this double needed was a spill down the Tower stairs.

At the question, his expression brightened.]

We was all gettin' our motherfucking check out on of all them crazy growy things they all got up in that bitch of a floor, motherfucker! Fucking dope ass miracles a brother ain't never got his see on at what's before!

Oh, that's nice.

[Eridan looked up at Gamzee and offered a small smile, though he was leaning most of his weight on his other self. It was embarrassing to have Gamzee involved at all, but, he supposed the other knew what he was---

Oh.

Oh.]

I see.

[Eridan smiled wry and miserable at Eridan, and shrugged as he nodded. Timeloops suck.]

I'm sorry, Gamzee.

[Crazy multiple Eridans were taking up a little too much space in his thinkpan right now. Expecting him to figure out anything else was hoping for a little too much.]

Uh... sorry for what, bro?

[You shouldn't be sorry while you're bleeding on the stairs.]

Well--

[Wounded!Eridan looked up at the other one questioningly. Eridan sighed.]

Because this is gonna get real confusin' real soon.

[He offered a wry smile.]

IT's not so bad, I think. Hopefully.

[Gamzee did then what Gamzee did best in situations he didn't understand. He offered a smile and a shrug. Whatever was going to come his way he could deal with when the time came. No use worrying about it beforehand!]

This motherfucker be confused like, ninety-nine point motherfucking nine percent of any fuckin' time anyway, yo. Ain't no motherfucking sweat if noise gets all harsh soon or nothing. You all need a motherfucker somewhere just tell him where the fuck to be movin' his fuckin' feet at, brother.

[They both smiled at him, wry and lopsided as usual.]

Well, you just have to promise one thing. You have to let things happen as they will. Alright?

[He returned the look, holding his hands up in agreement.]

Ain't no fuckin' other way for what's the miracles to up and go down, Jadebro.

Awesome.

[One of the Eridans looked wary, the other, resigned. They continued the way down, steadily. Something was bound to happen soon.]

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