Welcome to Edensphere, Dino!

[distant_dragon]

Characters: Drake onyx_drake and Chase/Dino fistyguns
Date/Time: Afternoon, September 14
Location: The Wilderness
Rating: R. That's right, you heard me. R.
Summary: Dino arrives in Edensphere and gets Drake who is having a seriously crappy weekend to greet him.

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[fistyguns]

He was kicker, you know one of those ones who will kick and punch and rollover people while sleeping. And one of those ones no matter how much you punched, kicked or pushed back would never wake up. So he didn't take much notice when he realized his movement was rather restricted by the thick skin of the cocoon while rolling over and pressing his face into the wall

[distant_dragon]

...MOM??

Drake made up his mind right then and there that he was going to strangle the next person who even THOUGHT that word in his direction. That was twice in one week! What the hell was wrong with these people? Did he somehow look like a woman or something?

...don't answer that.

"I'm not your mother." At least he sounded very very masculine indeed, which helped out a lot on that front. He took the towel off the top of the pile of things he was holding, flinging it unceremoniously at the hatchling (who was already on his admittedly-sensitive irritable side thanks to that whole 'mom' bit). "Get yourself ungooped. Welcome to Edensphere and I am not a parent."

Way to make a shitty weekend even worse there -- prick his pride, why don't you. Nngh.

[fistyguns]

The towel flew and claimed his head as towel hanger. He leaned forward and gravity pulled him through the rest of the cocoon, lazily sliding down to the floor like he would have out of a bed.

"My name's not Edensphere," he said still half a sleep. He picked himself off the cold ground and stood up and stretched his arms up above his head, twisting and turning his back in an effort to crack his stiff back. The towel still hanging over his head.

"It's rather breezy in here isn't," he said finally pulling the towel off and letting it rest on his shoulder. "Hey, who are you," he asked running a hand through his blonde hair, goop sliding through his fingers. He shook his head the way a wet dog might, goo flying for his hair and splattering against shelves, shoe boxes and the boy who greeted him.

The towel, slide from his shoulder but didn't quite make it to the ground. The blonde boy looked down, the towel cleverly hanging from what he would call a morning stiffy. "I'm naked," pausing, he looked up at the other guy. "Well this is

[distant_dragon]

"No, this PLACE is Edensphere," Drake sighed heavily. This one was a gem, he could tell already. He could also tell that it was a good thing Throne hadn't greeted him; young, male, and blond? Would've been the rooster act all over again and he was not in the mood to deal with that. Of course, neither was Throne at the moment so it all sort of kind of not really worked out in the end. Right? Right

[fistyguns]

The blonde picked up the towel from it's hook, and wrapped it around his waist. It didn't quite hide what the two of them already knew was there, but it made it somewhat less obvious.

He walked forward and grabbed the clothes from Drake's hand. He pulled the pants on while the towel was still wrapped around his waist. He rubbed the towel through his hair once more, most of the goo having fallen off now. He placed the towel in the hand that Drake had been holding his clothes in, "thanks" he said.

He paused halfway through pulling the shirt over his head. "So, what's my name?" One eyebrow on the blonde boy's face gently lifted in curious confusion.

[distant_dragon]

Less obvious if you could avoid the tent, that was. Drake just sighed. Crowning glory to a pain in the ass weekend. Once the kid was dressed he relaxed, flicking some goo off his shirt...crap, hopefully he could find a way to wash it. Either that or hope most of his wardrobe survived the hurricane -- though from Chosen's preliminary damage report, it sounded like they'd gotten off lucky. Very lucky.

"You tell me," he answered dryly. "None of us showed up with names so you have to pick one. Whatever you want, though usually we resort to something out of our dreams or some word that we think has some kind of significance. So you choose whatever your name's gonna be so I'm not calling you 'hey you'."

[fistyguns]

The boy just stood there silent his cupping his chin. "Oh! Those dreams," he said with great revelation. Once again silent, trying to decide what stood out most from his dream. Dinosaur, velociraptor, dinosaur, velociraptor. Dinosaur says I'm cute, cuddly and approachable. Velociraptor says I'm aggressive and complicated.

"Dino, short for dinosaur." His hand shot out to Drake, a cheeky grin spread across his face. He was well aware of the stupidity of his name, but figured if he got to choose it he might as well have some fun. His blue seemed to smile just the way his grin was.

Finally he noticed his surroundings, his hand still out towards Drake waiting for a handshake, "Why are there shoes everywhere? Don't tell me I've been captured by amazon women obsessed with shoes!" he said looking everywhere in a playful, horrorifingly shocked way.

[distant_dragon]

Blond hair, blue eyes. Good god, Throne would've strangled the guy on sight based on that alone. Drake was once again glad for life's little mercies. He blinked at the name choice, though...what the hell, was the whole sphere going Jurassic now?

He shook the hand, making something of a face. "You missed the dinosaurs by a couple of days, terribly sorry." So damned weird. What the hell. At the second question he just sighed. "We're in the Wilderness and sometimes it changes around. This time it happens to be shoes."

[fistyguns]

Dino looked at Drake, his eyes widened, he was putting on a show dopey innocence that wa show. "This is the amazon's wilderness?" he smacked his palm to his forehead, "Of course it is!"

Then Dino did a double-take, "Wait, what? She was here?" Something about what Drake said flipped a switch in his brain, you're here?

He threw his hands up into the air and spun around before letting out a big huff, his back now facing Drake, "I thought that she was just dream." he said turning around, flopping his arms down across Drake's shoulders, letting most of weight lean on Drake.

He looked up into Drake's eyes his brows squished together is sorry sort of pathetic facial expression, "I'm confused, could you tell me what's going on here?"

[distant_dragon]

...what.

Drake now had himself with an armful of blond, and he had NO idea what to think about it. Uh. It was, however, a very neat distraction from all other mental traumas. He peered into those blue eyes from short range, bracing himself to hold up Dino's weight. WTF.

"I have no idea which 'she' you're talking about," he said blandly. "But this place was all dinosaurs a few days ago. Now it's shoes." Shrug. He didn't see what the big deal was.

"I can try. You've been born into Edensphere, which is a big tree in a big glass globe. None of us have our memories, save that dream you just referenced. So we're all in the same boat, pretty much." He tried to keep his tone level despite being draped all over by someone who was apparently very clingy. At least it was a guy. If it was a girl Drake would've been doing a hell of a lot more shoving away.

[fistyguns]

Dino dramatically flung one of his arms gesturing across the room. "This," he said extravagantly and then slumped down one arm across Drake's shoulders. "Is really messed."

"Shoes are a bad replacement for dinosaurs. Wait, born? What are you talking about. I'm pretty sure I'd baby if I had just been born." He stopped and looked at Drake, "and you and I both now I'm far bit more developed than a baby." The more Dino talked, the more his brain became more confused. He had no idea what was coming out of his mouth, he was just saying what ever popped into his head and didn't seem like he could stop it. "And are you trying to tell me I don't remember anything?" Dino said a little challenging tone. "Because I can remember lots of stuff, tons even!" But he couldn't.

Finally Dino managed to shut up. He crouched down on the floor and holding his head in his hands. Some many things that didn't seem to make sense began flooding his mind. His head started throbbing. "This doesn't make sense."

[distant_dragon]

"Well ye--oof." Drake was cut off as he was slumped all over. This one was just waaaay too friendly for him, seriously. Sure, blonds were nice and all, but this was special. "Then use 'hatched' if you want, and yes, that's what I'm telling you."

He frowned as Dino crouched down. "You're right, it doesn't. My job isn't to make sense of it; if it was I'd be the most popular person in the Sphere. My job is just to point you in the right direction." Once he was free he went to get the rest of the kit, coming back over. "Here. First off -- take this, it's your journal. It's a means of communication, not a regular book -- no secrets in this thing."

[fistyguns]

He lifted his head from his hands, and took the book from Drake. "What's the point of diary if it ain't for secrets?" He lay down flat on his back and began flipping through the pages of the journal. Things were already showing up in it even though it was brand new.

His scanned some of the pages, "There's a hurricane?" he asked blatantly. "Didn't you just tell me we live in a tree inside a fish bowl?"

Safe, safe, safe, suddenly ran through his mind causing his head to throbe again. "Dude, I think I'm crazy."

[distant_dragon]

"I told you. It's a communications method. Whatever you write in it will be seen by everyone; it's really very effective." Drake just sighed and tried to evaluate the goop damage to his shirt. He figured it would probably wash out. At least he hoped it would. It needed to, otherwise that would be bad.

"We do, but the upper levels are occasionally susceptible to some strange forces." He shrugged. "We evacuated down here a couple of days ago." He glanced upwards briefly, frowning before looking down. "It'll pass, but it'll be a mess for a while."

At the last comment he snorted, very softly. "We're all a little mad here. Join the club. Here, there's a couple more things for you." He held out the other two items. "Map of the City Without Walls -- that's the islands on the second level. Some money to get you by at first, until you get a job."

[fistyguns]

Dino sat up in horror at Drake's words, "I have to work! That's whack." He looked at the money that Drake just gave and him then looked back at Drake. Then at the money, then back at Drake, then at the money, and finally back at Drake.

"Okay, whatever." Dino stood up, he could tell when he was being a bother. And it was more than obvious that this guy just wanted him to piss off. So that's what he decided to do.

He began to turn away from Drake, to head down a random, seemingly endless aisle. "I'm gonna go look for shoes," he said and looked back at Drake, giving him a side long glance. "See you around." His bright blues flashed, still barefoot he spun on his heel and began slowly walking away. Hands in his pockets and the map and journal tucked tightly under one arm.

[distant_dragon]

"Everyone has to, you have to stay fed somehow."

Drake watched him and blinked. Talk about your shift in moods. He shook his head, sighing. What the hell. "Dino. I wasn't finished with you yet. Get back here." Geez, some people.

"There's more to the picture, you just got the dirt-basics. Get on back here, would you?"

He had such a migraine.