un: klapbak | video
Surprise, bitch. I lived.
(Have Eddie, flipping the camera off with his right hand aka his prosthetic.
Eddie looks different than the last time most people had seen him. For starters, he has a green undertone to his skin. For another, his tongue is completely black. Behind him is an empty room with gray floorboards and peeling green walls. It at least looks clean. There's a Gucci suitcase on its side, opened up, with clothes spilling over and across the floor. Another Gucci suitcase sits next to it, but it has been partially charred.
A dog is passed out and snoring rather loudly in the opened suitcase.
Despite his on-point meme drop, Eddie's delivery is completely and suspiciously blank. His gray eyes are flat, and his expression remains completely empty.)
Richie's here too. (As if on-demand, a massive fireball blast out from the doorway of a nearby room followed by some crashing and yelling. Eddie doesn't even bother to glance over his shoulder.)
We're settling in okay. We're in Lumenwood. I've got some of my supplies from Deerington but I've got a shitton of stuff I need to restock.
(Which was going to be such a drag.)
But for those on a need-to-know basis, I've already made some important notes on this place. Not that any of you give a shit, but if you do...I guess we were given journals for a reason. I suck at journaling though. Here's a uh --- transcipt? Is that what it's called? Whatever, I typed it up.
(He shrugs. The screen goes blank only to be followed up by some text that Eddie clearly wrote up ahead of time:)
IMPORTANT TRENCHNOTES SHIT STUFF?
i dont know i dont normally do the note takin thing so feel grateful
1.)
2.)
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4.)
(Have Eddie, flipping the camera off with his right hand aka his prosthetic.
Eddie looks different than the last time most people had seen him. For starters, he has a green undertone to his skin. For another, his tongue is completely black. Behind him is an empty room with gray floorboards and peeling green walls. It at least looks clean. There's a Gucci suitcase on its side, opened up, with clothes spilling over and across the floor. Another Gucci suitcase sits next to it, but it has been partially charred.
A dog is passed out and snoring rather loudly in the opened suitcase.
Despite his on-point meme drop, Eddie's delivery is completely and suspiciously blank. His gray eyes are flat, and his expression remains completely empty.)
Richie's here too. (As if on-demand, a massive fireball blast out from the doorway of a nearby room followed by some crashing and yelling. Eddie doesn't even bother to glance over his shoulder.)
We're settling in okay. We're in Lumenwood. I've got some of my supplies from Deerington but I've got a shitton of stuff I need to restock.
(Which was going to be such a drag.)
But for those on a need-to-know basis, I've already made some important notes on this place. Not that any of you give a shit, but if you do...I guess we were given journals for a reason. I suck at journaling though. Here's a uh --- transcipt? Is that what it's called? Whatever, I typed it up.
(He shrugs. The screen goes blank only to be followed up by some text that Eddie clearly wrote up ahead of time:)
IMPORTANT TRENCH
i dont know i dont normally do the note takin thing so feel grateful
1.)
our blood's fucking weird now but also no shit it's weird now is anyone surprised
give me your blood so i can figure it out. i studied hematology a LOT
last time i checked out my blood under a scope it was totally different than what it is now on a cellular level.
i actually tried to expose my blood to some bacteria and germs that would usually cause an infection and it was really weird? what look like my new white cells just immediately seemed to swallow up the bacteria and it was like it never existed at all
thats not to say you should run around and stab yourself with a rusty fork anytime soon
but it'd be cool if i could get more samples to see if this is just a Me thing or an Us thing
2.)
i spit on richie and we figured out that my spit can cause a numbing feeling. if you ever need to spit on you, let me know
it's probably gonna be useful if anyone gets injured
normally i would say don't let someone spit in your open wounds
but my spit is totally sanitary
i swear
(shut the hell up)
3.)
only 1/3rd of my closet made it here and no im not ready to talk about it. this place doesn't even have goddamn chanel
4.)
taylor swift still exists so we're gonna be okay

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i dont think so either. or if it existed, it was a long time ago. im pretty sure this is far in the future
i think they are too. it's a relief, i wont lie to you
if you asked me five years ago about it id probably stick with the occassional hurting hope too but at this point it's as much of a survival tactic to try and forget as anything else
it probably helps that my memory is garbage anyway and i do eventually just forget
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Understandable. I can't really fault the use of cynicism. It is a good shielding cloak, and we're often proven right when we wear it. I guess maybe I just have a stubborn bone in my body for it. We can complement each other in approach then.
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i think i err on the side of selfish a little too much to be pragmatic
it's not what i was expecting. granted i guess i dont really know what i WAS expecting
but a functioning city wasnt it
between the two of us we shouldn't miss much bullshit in this place. we'll have to help each other keep our heads
(Yes, he was making a decapitation joke.)
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It was something of a surprise, wasn't it? Half expected viscera everywhere, houses made of bone and blood and screaming banshees wailing from the rooftops when this door was the one that opened.
Mmmm, I've remembered to bolt mine on straight this time. Hopefully we can keep it that way.
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no pun intended
i am pretty sure no one in positions of authority are actually qualified to be there
i was kind of expecting to just die? i dont know. that's probably morbid but i didn't think we'd make it out of the dream either
cant imagine a world like that would be sustainable in the long term
except houses of bone would actually probably work pretty well. isn't that just like ivory
although i think that stuff wears down fast
it's only been a month you can always hold out for things to get worse
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No, you're not the only one. I'd considered the possibility that as it ended, our existence would to, despite the assurances.
It's hard to imagine, but when people are desperate they will use anything. I read some people made homes out of ice and snow after all. That's a bit hard to imagine isn't it?
cw: outdated term for indigenous people
especially if we really were just figments of a girl's imagination, you know? i was like maybe we'll just Stop being
what like eskimos?
yeah i cant even begin to imagine
but i guess i can too
we lived briefly in a city where you couldn't make any noises or else you'd be killed
people adapt to fucked up circumstances pretty good
Re: cw: outdated term for indigenous people
Yes, I believe that was the name. I read about them. If they can do it with ice, I suppose bone would work just as well. Wouldn't hurt if they were very large bones. Adaptability and ingenuity are key, though this isn't quite so bad a situation.