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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.)
3.)
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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(It had been the worst part in Deerington for three years straight. Figuring out everyone's different physiology to properly figure out how to treat them was any medic's nightmare. Eddie would come to discover that this place would have an easier learning curve. At least the blood types would be consistent.)
It's gonna take probably over a year to even get a good grasp of how this place works.
(Being realistic. It took several years to grasp Deerington and then they broke the whole damn thing.)
Wow. That really sucks for you then. I'm pretty sure they are religious about blood here. (RIP Varian.) I still freak out if the shit gets on me. So I get it kinda.
(Granted he got a lot better about that.)
Who are the new roomies?
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I think you're being horribly optimistic, Eddie. Maybe if nothing tries to kill us every month we might be able to make a deadline like that, buuuuut I'm not holding my breath on that one.
[He doesn't trust anything even vaguely connected to Deerington won't try to screw them over on the regular. That's just not the life they live.]
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeah, I've been having a great time. Super fun. So glad for all the blood all the time.
[At least Deerington helped him get over the desire to pass the hell out when he saw it. Hooray for exposure therapy! ]
Luz and Luca. Luz has been in Deerington for a while, she wanted to come live with us, pretty much a sister, y'know? Luca's new- like brand new. He's a good kid, though. Really sweet.
[He says 'kid' like he and Eddie aren't kids- but there's a sliding scale of kid-dom and they're on the been traumatised enough that their childhood was violently wrenched from them so hard they bearly count as kids anymore end of things. ]
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(He was being optimistic. It had taken him five to get where he was. He rubs at his forehead, half wanting to groan.)
Man, I am completely out of my depth, dude. It's going to take fucking forever to sort everything and everyone out.
(It was serious Character Growth that Eddie even wanted to. Back in Deerington, he was a lot more prone to just shutting up in his house and letting people come to him. Here? He felt...
What? More mature? He doesn't know what it is, but he didn't want to shut away in his corner anymore, even if he did feel incapable. It felt like it wouldn't help anyone.
Since when did I care about that?
Was this growing up?
Sorry, Varian, he's having a micro internal teenlife crisis or something.)
Could be worse. There's way grosser bodily functions we could have to deal with all the time. Like puke. Or other stuff.
(He could go into detail but he spares Varian the mental imagery.)
I think I remember Luz. Never really got to know the chick. Dunno Luca though I think I'm about to draw his blood. He seems like he's nervous.
(Which Eddie only sounds empathetic to. He had been about Luca's age when he was first thrust into the new world. He might still be a teenager, but he was older by a lot now, and he felt...Not protective. Just...
Something.)
I think I'm having an early midlife crisis. I'm like wow, that kid seems so young. I used to be young, Varian. This sucker used to be a total baby face. (He slaps his own cheeks for emphasis.)
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[Now who's being optimistic.
He lets Eddie deal with his quarter-life crisis. It's a rough time, buddy, he gets it. ]
Please refrain from going any deeper into 'other stuff'. I've got a good mental image already thanks. And yeah, they've both good. Luca's... well, he doesn't get out a lot. He's still getting used to people.
[Because he's a fucking sea monster, but Varian's keeping that on the down-low while Luca's still trying to be at least marginally stealthy about the entire thing.]
Hah. Yeeep and now look at it. So old, so grizzled. That's a face that's seen things. Awful things.