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."