003: stuffed in Davy Jones's locker (forward dated to friday)

[misterwwizard]

(A. 1445 Mitchell)[Eridan wasn't really a morning person to begin with, and the constant nightmares have not been helping issues, either. He arrives at the breakfast table, eyes heavy, looking like he hasn't had a wink of sleep in days. The caffeinated beverage known as coffee does help matters, but it's not like he really knows how to brew a pot (

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[nosoul_nomind]

[Opens locker

blinks at you]

Sure is. Why're you in there?

[misterwwizard]

[Oh god the bright light from being in darkness Eridan is slightly blinded as he rubs his eyes to adjust. He's still pretty sore about it all.]

Fuckin' pain in the ass fuckin' panwashed assholes... Stuffin' me into a locker an' callin' me a dweeb. They have no clue who they're messin' with...

[nosoul_nomind]

That's a stupid thing to do. Why'd they do that? Did ya piss 'em off or something?

[misterwwizard]

They were makin' fun a' my attire an' my bling an' I told them they should be watchin' themselves cause they're messin' with nobility. Sea troll nobility.

Then they shoved my head in a toilet. Tellin' me that I should be feelin' right at home there.

Life is so hard.

[nosoul_nomind]

Who's "they"? The drones? Some of 'em are real assholes. If ya really are... sea troll whatever... they ain't gonna listen. No wonder they did that.

[misterwwizard]

Startin' to learn that the hard way...

[sigh]

Nobody here understands...

[nosoul_nomind]

Don't expect 'em to. Just fight back. Fight dirty if ya gotta.