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[nodeviations]

This post, if people would like to utilize it, can be used to quickly meet up with those you were separated or stranded from during the previous month, as well as ensuring one another of your safety.

This will help ensure that we have one place to check for such correspondences, and will not flood the network with an overabundance of the same sentiment.

You're free to utilize your own means, of course- I simply figured this would be a useful tool, after all that has happened.

Comments

[chronomancer]

...eq
i knoww bein unsure about things
is kind a Your Thing
but just this once
can you Please givve it to me Straight

are you okay or not?

[mutab1e]

[Um.]

-(Yes)
-(Im okay)
-(Disorien+ed)(bu+ okay)

[chronomancer]

...okay
is that the disoriented that ends wwith you Faceplantin On The Floor
or just
wwell shit i just spent a month in a VVery Unpleasant Place an im back to Another VVery Unpleasant Place that is not Quite as unpleasant as the other
disoriented?

[mutab1e]

-(Ini+ia11y +he firs+)
-(Bu+ by +his poin+ I +hink I am phasing back +owards +he second)
-(+he geome+ry in +ha+ par+icu1ar 1oca1e was)
-(Eugh)
-(Impossib1e in every way)

[chronomancer]

that
must havve been Hard On You
since
Space an all
im sorry

[mutab1e]

-(Yes)
-(I+ was)
-(Bad)

-(Bu+ +hank you)

[And he's just quietly shivering in his computer corner over here.]

[chronomancer]

okay
thats good
i mean that youre Here an not There anymore
not that it was Bad
right

uh

[mutab1e]

-(Wha+)
-(Im very sorry bu+)(I am confused)

[chronomancer]

just
Ignore Me
okay
i wwas just wworied an noww im glad youre okay
an i dont havve to wworry about you anymore

[mutab1e]

-(You were)
-(Worried)

-(Im sorry)

[chronomancer]

dont be
you didnt do anythin WWrong
an wworrin is kind a My Thing
remember?
either wway
im Glad youre Okay noww

[mutab1e]

-(Yes I)
-(I remember)

-(Anyway)
-(Wha+ abou+ you)

[chronomancer]

oh
You Knoww
just fine
like usual

[mutab1e]

-(Um)
-(Eridan)
-(Wi+h a11 due respec+)(as per usua1)
-(Your +ypica1 s+a+e of affairs)(or anyones in +his +ower)(for +ha+ ma++er)
-(Is no+ wha+ I wou1d 1abe1 as fine)
-(Are you hur+)
-(Where are you)

[You thought Kanaya was bad? Sorry, Eridan, but you've just unleashed a great big mustard-blooded fussyfangs all over your own unfortunate self.]

[chronomancer]

...i wwould be so VVery Offended
if that wwerent essentially true
okay
but
no
for once i am Actually fine
evven got all my limbs attached to their original places an all

im
at the Library
WWhy?

[oh god fussing, he's not sure his sanity can handle fussing or rather that he can pretend sanity while handling fussing oh boy]

[mutab1e]

-(You)
-(uh)
-(youre no+ rea11y arguing your case very we11)

[OK so now he's going down to the library apparently? ERIDAN IS EVEN LESS TRUSTWORTHY THAN HE IS OVER THE NETWORK, OK. He has to make sure.]

[chronomancer]

WWhats that evven supposed ot mean?

[the message didn't get an answer for a while, which Eridan took to mean he was in for an Equius visit. He groaned a little but decided against absconding. That'd be mean. Even though he wasn't feeling all that sociable, per se. Checking on everyone was more to keep his nerves from fraying beyond repair, than anything else.

Equius will find Eridan leaning on the terminal, squinting at various network postings over the rim of his sunglasses and trying very hard to pretend everything's cool and peachy.

Which would be fine, except this is Eridan and things are never cool and peachy.]

[mutab1e]

Erida--

[...Oh.]

[The jadeblood actually. Is intact. Completely. Limbs and all. It's kind of sad that Equius was surprised at this, but he is, and he seriously contemplates making a break for it now. But it's too late. He's already shoved his head out from behind the bookcases, and now there's nothing to do but owe up to his overwhelming stupidity once again and move closer. Why did he even do this? Obviously Eridan was fine, he was just overreacting! Since when has he overreacted to things like this anyway?! Urgh. Something has to be done. He needs to fix this.]

...Um. You... um.

[WAY TO FIX IT, ZAHHAK. WAY TO FUCKING FIX IT.]

[chronomancer]

Hey.

[Eridan slides back just enough to turn around and offer Equius a wry smile. He seems a little too energetic, perhaps, burning with some nervous energy he would rather not have to deal with. He stands up, not quite as slouched as usual and spreads his arms wide.]

See? I managed to survive a month in one piece, do I get a prize? And can the prize not involve dying?

[mutab1e]

Um... I don't have anything to give you at the moment, I'm sorry. I suppose I could... make you something? If you're that interested? In receiving a reward?

[...Oh my god, who is this troll and what have they done with Eridan Ampora.]

[It's worse than he thought.]

Eridan, are... are you sure you're feeling alright?

[chronomancer]

Just peachy.

[He sticks his hands into the pockets of his jeans, arching his spine forward and shrugging a little more expressively than usual. Then he sighs.]

I'm jokin', Eq. You know, because given my track record, basic things like not dying or getting dismembered are like huge achievements?

[Oh, okay, the deadpan isn't broken. Imagine him without the deadpan.]

There ain't anythin' wrong with me, Eq.

[mutab1e]

Oh. Um... I suppose. If you're just. Joking.

[This is getting weirder by the minute. He half-expects the Troll Twilight Zone music to come on any minute now. The theme song begins in the middle of Eridan's thoughts, and after the end, the deadpan just gradually... melts... away...]

[Is it sad that this is kind of legitimately creepy, and he takes a moment to shudder at the thought of it? Yes? Okay, good, just making sure we're on the same page here.]

I, um, I... I think... Eridan... I think there kind of is?

[chronomancer]

I am.

[He tilts his head to the side.]

Okay. Why?

[mutab1e]

I don't know... you're just... acting oddly?

[Pause.]

...I'm sorry. Never mind.

I love that icon, for the record.

[chronomancer]

It's okay.

[He shrugs again. Again with a little more nervous energy to burn.]

Odd how?