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Welcome to Edensphere, East.

Nov 28, 2008 17:14

Characters: Teddy/Throne child_proteus, Aziraphale/East tartancakes
Date/Time: Friday, November 28th - early evening
Location: Caesar's Palace, the Wilderness
Rating: PG?
Summary: Is there a worse better place to be born than Las Vegas?

( There's a thousand pretty women waitin' out there | And they're all livin' devil may care | And I'm just the devil with love to spare | Viva Las Vegas )

*birthday, ~young avengers: teddy (throne), ~good omens: aziraphale (east)

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tartancakes November 29 2008, 00:08:45 UTC

The sudden transition between some kind of place with warm rain and an enclosed space full of- full of goo was not something particularly enjoyable. He really did not want to open his eyes for fear of what the mystery goo would do to them if he did, and he decided he'd be perfectly fine sitting where he was until someone got him out.

He didn't need to breathe, anyway. At least, that was what he thought, for some reason he couldn't place, until his lungs protested and he swallowed a mouthful of the mystery goo as a result. That was disgusting. He groped blindly in front of himself, felt the wall of the cocoon, then dug his thumb into the surface of it until it pierced through. He began meticulously making the hole larger, before he had to remind himself that he really needed to breathe-

And then he flopped a bit unceremoniously out of the cocoon and onto the floor and opened his eyes, dazed. There were lights. Everywhere. It kind of made his head hurt.

Well. This was different.

child_proteus November 29 2008, 00:58:56 UTC

Okay, so that's a good sign, Throne thought. Ten seconds into the hatching and he hadn't yet gotten hit in the face or shouted at or threatened with bodily harm. Granted, the night was still young, and the newborn seemed to busy still trying to wrap his head around the more obvious elements of the equation -- goo, dream, lights, and that's about it. A little while longer and, Throne was certain, the rest of the situation would catch up with him. Who am I? was usually a fan favorite. Why the hell am I naked? was another.

Clearing his throat once, much louder than he knew was necessarily, Throne gave the hatchling his best smile before looking upwards at the ceiling to divert his eyes. Shuffling the contents of his arms into the crook of one elbow, he quickly extended a free hand out in front of him -- dangling a fluffy white towel in the space above the hatchling's head. As he did this, Throne began the way he always did.

"Howdy," he said in a bright, chipper voice and, without warning, let go of the towel so that it fell and ( ... )

tartancakes November 29 2008, 01:12:13 UTC

He had just been about to start puzzling over the nakedness when he noticed the person standing in front of him. His urge to stutter and fuss about the nakedness issue was interrupted by the convenient arrival of the towel on his head, which he hastily wrapped around himself.

Born. But. That hardly made any sense- He took a deep breath, coughed up some goo (that was disgusting), and gave the stranger a baffled look. "Pardon?"

He glanced at his surroundings. Lights and music and the sounds of people and here was, sitting on the floor, naked save for a towel. He was suddenly very uncomfortable. There was also someone telling him he'd just been born which made no sense, thank-you-very-much, but he realized it made even less sense that he couldn't remember why this didn't actually make sense. It bothered him.

"Er, thank you," he said. "For the towel. Um. Where am I?"

child_proteus November 29 2008, 01:40:41 UTC

Throne had half a mind to be a complete smart-ass and just deadpan 'Edensphere' at the new guy, but he could tell already by the look on his face that some of the gears were finally engaging and that the reality of the situation -- beyond any and all superficial weirdness -- was starting to set in. Tilting his head to one side, he bent at his waist and peered down into the man's quite-handsome face and looked at him sympathetically.

"If you want to get technical, we're in the Sphere. If you want to know specifics," and here Throne gestured vaguely behind his head toward a row of slots that were chiming out a vaguely familiar tune, "we're in Vegas. And if you want to get kind of OCD about things, we're in the main dealer room of Caesar's Palace." He gave a small shrug and straightened up again, offering a hand out to the hatchling to help him up. With his other hand Throne offered up a set of the scratchy, linen, one-size-fits-all clothing that they gave to every new arrival ( ... )

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