From the sewers to a space ship

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

WHO: Eddie Kaspbrak and YOU
WHERE: Bishop, then open
WHAT: OMFG WHERE THE FUCK AM I?!
WHEN: Now? When the fuck is now even?
WARNINGS: Language, mostly. Possible canon talk


Bishop

There's a man in one of the bunks who was absolutely not there before. He looks (and smells) like he just rolled out of the sewers. His jeans, t-shirt and hoodie are covered in an array of multicolored substances. His left cheek is bandaged in a very soiled gauze patch. Needless to say... He looks worse for wear.

He sits bolt upright with a terrified gasp. "Richie!" His eyes wide with fright, he looks around. "Whaaaaat the fuck?" Inexplicably, he knows where he is and what he's doing there, but that doesn't make him feel any better. He was in the cavern, saving Richie and something... Something was wrong. He makes a face as he reached back to scratch a weird itch in the middle of his back. Alright. He's not going to get any answers sitting in bed.

He gets up and moves to the door, peeking out. It's going to take him a while to find the way out of the ship, especially considering the tightness in his chest. He wasn't claustrophobic usually, but he had to get some air. He can be found wandering aimlessly around the ship, looking confused and slightly panicked.

Outside the ship

When he finally stumbles outside, he takes a few deep breaths. "Ohthankfuck." Leaning forward, he braces his hands on his legs and tries to get his breathing back to normal. Once he feels sufficiently calm, he takes a deep breath and straightens.

Then he sees his first alien and that goes out the fucking window. Hello Coruscant. There's a human in the space port alternating between screaming in terror and laughing awkwardly as he tries to figure out if he's really hallucinating and having an anneurism at the same time.

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[beepbeepmotherfucker]

His eyes widen and he gapes at her for a moment. "Wait, who will come after me? Are we in danger here? I thought this place was supposed to be safe!"

[heeeyadora]

"Well obviously that's what they want you to think," she teases, wandering along a ledge, trusting Eddie to keep track of her if he wants to hear more. "Makes you easier to pick off. You really think they'd tell you if you were in danger?"

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

Eddie turns, following her as she moves. It's not just that he wants to hear more... because he's not sure that he does. But he's not sure if he trusts to let her out of his sight.

"Who the fuck are they?!"

[heeeyadora]

Oh, this is too easy. She laughs to herself, counting off on her fingers. "The Agrii, the people controlling the Agrii. Whoever the heck all these people are," she names for starters, gesturing to the inhabitants of this world, "Do you really buy the whole 'noble He Row' story? You don't look like a hero," she purrs, "You're here for them. Just like the rest of us."

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

Fuck you and the scratching post you rode in on.

His frown deepens. He remembers the Agrii... or at least remembers the memories that had been stuffed into his head. Still not used to that. As she points, he looks around. "C'mon, you're not saying everyone here is out to get us. That's insane!" Yeah, he doesn't look like a hero, but he glares at her. "I may not look like it but I'm not fucking useless, okay?" He points at the gauze on his cheek. "I fucking stabbed the guy who did this to me."

[heeeyadora]

"More insane than being kidnapped by aliens?"

She gives a hum of amusement at that glare. "Really?" she asks, looking impressed, dropping down again to get a better look at his cheek, not entirely mindful of personal space.

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

"Hey! Haven't you ever heard of personal space?!"

Eddie steps back, holding up a hand. The thick square of gauze on his cheek has a distinct line of blood, despite all the muck and dirt splattered on it. It's barely held in place by two strips of medical tape.

[heeeyadora]

"Yeah." But that only applies to her naturally. Still, she stays put with that outstretched hand.

"So did you kill the guy?"

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

He stills, complex emotions flitting behind his eyes. "uh... I didn't, no. But, uh, my friends did."

[heeeyadora]

Those emotions seem to stir a little guilt, her ears folding back, and she glances away with a frown.

"...You stink," she notes, changing the subject abruptly, "You should get human sized clothes while you can. When they take us back to Temba you won't be able to. If you survive that long."

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

Oops. He didn't mean to share the sad. He's still coming to terms with his own unfortunate end, so he's not sure how to make this conversation any better.

He sighs. "Yeah, that happens when you end up swimming in the sewer." A pause. "Wait... if I survive?"

[heeeyadora]

Much better. That teasing smile returns. He makes it way too easy.

"If," she repeats with a nod. "Who should I ask for if you go missing?"

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

Sadist...

He swallows. "Eddie... Eddie Kaspbrak."

[heeeyadora]

Little bit.

"Catra," she introduces in turn. It's a little on the nose, she knows, but her look suggests he's not going to want to comment on that.

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

Yeah, he wouldn't dare comment on that.

"Nice to meet you, Catra... I think."