Welcome to Edensphere, Crimson!

[reckless_rebel]

Characters: Dash (reckless_rebel) and Crimson (crimsonmischief)
Date/Time: Monday, July 26
Location: The Hall of Beginning
Rating: PG-13 for nudity
Summary: Crimson arrives in Edensphere, and someone is there to greet him!

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[crimsonmischief]

Waking up suspended in liquid was not exactly his idea of fun, even if it meant he wasn't tied up in crimson ropes anymore, and instead of blearily blinking his way to awareness, the sandy-haired man ended up inhaling some of that liquid up his nose and promptly choked on it from sheer shock.

Which caused him to flail around blindly like the derp he was, one hand hitting against the membrane surrounding him, easily breaking through it and tumbling him onto the ground completely naked, slimy and still coughing pitifully from that distinctly odd sensation of breathable viscous liquid.

Sorry Dash, not a pony, maybe next time?

[reckless_rebel]

Well, at least it wasn't a giant dragon, a big blue shark-man, or a guy with tentacles. If it wasn't going to be a gorgeous chick (or a pony) he could just about deal with 'normal-looking dude'. The light hair did get a double-take, but the guy wasn't anyone he knew, and was too old besides.

"Welcome to the Fishbowl, have a towel." Dash offered said towel to the man on the floor. "And I've got some clothes when you're done with that. Right, while you dry off, I want you to remember that dream you just had, you'll probably notice in a minute it's the only thing you remember, so while you're doing that, pick yourself a name. Whatever feels right."

[crimsonmischief]

Blindly reaching for the outstretched towel so as to be able to wipe the slime from his face and see exactly who it was that was welcoming him to such an odd place, his mind struggled to comprehend what it was that the boy was saying. What did he mean by picking a name for himself, he was--

"...Oh dear."

Drying off then draping the towel over his head to deal with his hair, he tried to recall anything from before he woke up in the cocoon and was only able to turn up with the dream and blood-dyed memories of scarlet ribbons.

[reckless_rebel]

Dash held out the newcomer clothes to the guy--one-size-doesn't-fit-anyone--and walked back to the table he'd left the rest of the supplies on.

"If you need a hint, most of us pick our names from our dream. I picked Dash, but you can call me Tommy if you want. I'll answer to either." He turned back around to look at the guy.

"I'll give you the rest of the meet-and-greet when you've got a name, fresh meat."

[crimsonmischief]

"Ahaha..." Letting out an embarrassed chuckle as he pulled on the pants-- they ended up being too short-- the newcomer waved a lazy hand at Dash. "I don't think Fresh Meat suits me too well! How about..." His voice trailed off as he tugged the matching shirt on, head finally popping out through the opening. "Crimson? I like the sound of that~!"

[reckless_rebel]

"Crimson. Nice to meet you, buddy. Catch." Dash held out the small bag of coin and tossed it at Crimson

[crimsonmischief]

Crimson found himself catching the bag relatively easily, the coins rustling against each other as they hit his hand. Opening the pouch, he peeked inside, pulling out a coin that seemed to be made out of bark and sniffing at it curiously before freezing somewhat awkwardly when Dash said not to eat it. Thankfully, he was quickly distracted by the journal, eyes growing wide as he watched quickly scrawled lines appear across the page. About to open his mouth and ask how exactly it worked, he was cut off even before he could form the first word by the warnings of bodily harm and danger, though oddly enough, the warnings seem to arouse more feelings of confused curiosity mixed with caution rather than fear. Curiosity making up the greater majority

[reckless_rebel]

"Because people who talk about 'em end up mysteriously dead. Or vanished." Dash sat back down, picking up his deck of cards but still watching the guy. At least the other wasn't panicking. Or demanding his memories be restored. Or shrieking.

Or violent. That was always a bitch to deal with. "They call this place Edensphere, but it's not exactly paradise in our little fishbowl."

[crimsonmischief]

"Oh."

Crimson looked down and fiddled with the journal and map. Exactly what did one say in response to that?

"I'm guessing that there's no immediate way back? Or any forthcoming reasons as to why I've been brought here to Edensphere?"

[reckless_rebel]

"If anyone knows the answer to that, they aren't telling." Dash lifted a card from the top of the deck, glanced at it, and shuffled it back in.

"Listen Mr. Cat, you know what they say about curiosity? It's not just a metaphor here. So be careful."

[crimsonmischief]

The briefest thought about how he wasn't the kitty flashed through his mind before disappearing all too quickly for him to do more than give it a passing glance when the warning distracted him again, forcing him to nod quietly and hitch a grin back onto his face.

"I'll be sure to keep that in mind!"

[reckless_rebel]

"Good. It'd be a shame to see you die before your time, Crimster." Dash picked up another card, twirling it on the tip of his fingers.

"If you're got more questions, people on the journals are pretty helpful. Just remember what I said about being careful what you ask. If people are evasive, it's better to ask that stuff in person."

[crimsonmischief]

Gray eyes watched the card twirl before a hand absently rose to his head, as if meaning to push something down over his eyes, only to find nothing there and end up ruffling hair as he let out a nervous chuckle.

"Yes, I do think I'd rather stay alive as long as I can."