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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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(None of what he just said was probably normal.)
Maybe it's just a different form. Traditionally blood is liquid, right? But who's to say it has to be? Maybe it comes out of you in a gaseous form and just has to be like...made back into liquid? Like you said, nebula stuff.
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[And...yeah, even Michael the Noted Weird Dude, sees several weird things about this conversation!]
Alright, well. Not sure we need to start drinking it.
[And...hm. Normally that's the sort of thing he'd probably brush off. Eddie's always been pretty into medical stuff, and this really isn't any odder than collecting everyone's existing vitals to establish their personal baseline, right? They did that back in Deerington too.
But...he still remembers brushing it off when Eddie acted weird once before. How guilty he'd felt afterwards when it turned out to have been a real problem - a demon problem at that.]
Anyway...how have you been?
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(Eddie might be comfortable now with medical stuff, but he still absolutely got repulsed sometimes by human body functions. Granted, these days, he had a sick fascination with it.)
Well. Yeah.
(Eddie, you do not sound nearly as convinced about that as you should!
And Michale's not completely off base. Though thankfully, this time, the situation isn't anywhere near as inherently violent or detrimental. Mostly. Kind of? Mostly.
The question surprises him but also, they had all just washed up on shore as squids and survived a quasi-end-of-the-world situation.)
You know, I'm all right. (Which, really, was probably the red flag in general.) I'm mostly existing. I've actually been like, weirdly chill since showing up. Nothing's really bothering me?
(Which he seems to be capable of recognizing as weird but he still isn't sure what's up either.)
How are you doing? How are you feeling?
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[The end of Deerington is a more distant memory for Michael, and the squid stuff...well. He feels pretty okay, considering. Eddie...well, if he's not upset, that's...good? It seems a little weird, but...]
Maybe you're just coming down from all of that. It just happened for you, didn't it? Lotta big changes.
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(Eddie might have trust issues worse than the average person, but he was, more importantly, a horror protag. You didn't just escape the horror lifestyle, okay.
Could Michael be right though? Eddie chews on the inside of his cheek, thinking.)
You mean like shock or something? (He could maybe see that. He didn't usually become shocked like that, but it wasn't impossible.)
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[Michael shrugs. For all that he's tortured people...well, he mostly knows of shock as something to avoid. It makes them hurt less.]
You'd probably know better than I would.