[open] responsible adulthood is hard. its hard and nobody understands.
Who: uncodlyawwesome & you!
When: The early afternoon of the 22nd.
Where: All over sector 4.
Summary: Eridan was going to be a Responsible Adult and look for a job. Instead he's just exploring like some kind of Irresponsible Kid.
Warnings: None as far as I know. Other than for Eridan being kind of a jerk.
Eridan hadn't been doing much since he'd arrived in the Port. Mostly, he'd been researching whatever he could while holed up in a room he was supposed to be paying rent for - and the research was, for the most part, completely useless and more about the people that lived here rather than the actual city itself.
Still, it was enough to give him the courage to get out for a little while; so, wearing pretty much the only clothing he had and shedding two of his rings in an attempt to look less noticeable than usual, Eridan took to the streets, spending his time out and about window shopping and people watching. He went into a few stores, but it was only to browse since he really didn't have any money on hand, and he kept his iPad on hand to write down names of places that looked interesting. (He also jotted down a few lines of fiction he came up with as he went, but that was more out of boredom when he realized not having money meant he couldn't really do anything.)
Overall, though, despite being hard to miss he was pretty out of the way. After all, as much as Eridan liked to draw attention to himself, drawing it because he was a troll was not his favorite way of doing so. A lot of the time, he ended up loitering, leaning against walls or sitting on public benches in an attempt to look nonchalant. It didn't really work with horns, fins and an annoyingly noticeable scarf, but he tried.
When: The early afternoon of the 22nd.
Where: All over sector 4.
Summary: Eridan was going to be a Responsible Adult and look for a job. Instead he's just exploring like some kind of Irresponsible Kid.
Warnings: None as far as I know. Other than for Eridan being kind of a jerk.
Eridan hadn't been doing much since he'd arrived in the Port. Mostly, he'd been researching whatever he could while holed up in a room he was supposed to be paying rent for - and the research was, for the most part, completely useless and more about the people that lived here rather than the actual city itself.
Still, it was enough to give him the courage to get out for a little while; so, wearing pretty much the only clothing he had and shedding two of his rings in an attempt to look less noticeable than usual, Eridan took to the streets, spending his time out and about window shopping and people watching. He went into a few stores, but it was only to browse since he really didn't have any money on hand, and he kept his iPad on hand to write down names of places that looked interesting. (He also jotted down a few lines of fiction he came up with as he went, but that was more out of boredom when he realized not having money meant he couldn't really do anything.)
Overall, though, despite being hard to miss he was pretty out of the way. After all, as much as Eridan liked to draw attention to himself, drawing it because he was a troll was not his favorite way of doing so. A lot of the time, he ended up loitering, leaning against walls or sitting on public benches in an attempt to look nonchalant. It didn't really work with horns, fins and an annoyingly noticeable scarf, but he tried.