revivalproject | From the sewers to a space ship

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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"No, but I do have a lot of medical knowledge... Wait... Heal?... What? Ho-"

Eddie's questions were cut off as the guy suddenly gestured and things were glowing. His eyes widened and he stumbled backwards.

"What the fuck?!"

His fingers close with a wince, and he bits at his lips.

"Sorry- no- it's okay- I- uh- still a normal guy, I promise. Just...I can do a little magic, no big deal," he rushes to explain, very much under selling his powers.

"Please don't freak out-"

"No big deal? No big deal? Dude... That was a big fucking deal."

He pulls up a corner of his hoodie to inspect it. Shit, it looked as good as fucking new. What. The shit?! Still... The guy really seems like he wants to help. Eddie's still skeptical, raising one eyebrow and looking him over.

"Since when is Oxy-Clean a power? What do you do? Bleach a villains clothes to teach them the error of their ways?"

"The power's more...altering reality," Billy mumbles, still trying to make this seem like totally not a big deal, while knowing exactly what a big deal it is.

"I don't have to do it around you. I can help with your cheek without the magic if it makes you uncomfortable..."

Oh yeah, because that makes it so much better!

"Yeah, no. Nooo no no. I've had more than enough of that for two lifetimes, thank you. My friends and I fought his asshole clown who could do shit like that. Make you see shit and feel shit that wasn't there. So yeah, no. No thanks. Nuh-uh. done with that shit."

"A clown?" Billy's head tilts, but he nods hurriedly. "Yeah- no- I-...I won't do it, I promise. No more casual magic around you. I should've asked first-..."

He looks very apologetic.

He winces, "Okay, yeah, it sounds kind of lame, but trust me It was terrifying. It could, like, warp reality and make you see your worst fucking nightmares."

Sighing, he scrubs a hand over his face as he remembers some of the shit It had shown him. Ugh. He shudders a little. "You couldn't have known..." He mutters.

Yeah, that sound...horrifying, and kind of too close for comfort to Billy's own powerset.

"Is that how-?" he gestures to his cheek.

"Still-...I shouldn't have just...magicked at you with no warning like that."

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"Huh?" Eddie gapes at him for a moment. "Oh!" He scoffs a laugh. "Oh, that. No, no that was from a childhood bully hiding in my hotel bathroom."

No, really... He sighs. "It's been one fucking hell of a day." Yup. One day.

"...Wh- seriously?" That shouldn't be the more shocking of the things Eddie's told him, but somehow it is. Bullies aren't supposed to resurface after you escape your teenage years.

And all in one day?? Damn this guy has had a bad go of things. No wonder he's freaking out.

"I really can take a look at it if you want."

He nods. "Yup. Escaped from a mental institution to come kill me and my friends." He sighs. "It's... a long story."

That offer seems sound. After all, it's not like he can look at his own face without a mirror... and he's not even so sure he wants to see it. He nods. "Sure..."

Under the gauze is a knife wound. The blade went clean through Eddie's cheek, through to his mouth. It had been cleaned up and bandaged, but after swimming and fighting in the sewers, it looks pretty gnarly.

"Fun."

And wow, that wound is not looking good. Billy's had some time to work on his bedside manner around this place, brows lifting a little, but he's able to keep his expression surprisingly neutral.

"...It's not great," he acknowledges with a small wince, "I can help clean it up again if you want, but I think you're probably going to need stiches. Which...I could also help with, but they might have a better handle on somewhere around here than I do." There's got to be doctors around this place, right? With more experience than Billy's first aid courses and whatever knowledge he's managed to cling to from those thick medical books he's conjured up.

Yeah, it's not. But, hey, it's not as bad as what he gets to go home to... yeech.

He winces, too "I didn't think so... Yeah, I, uh, wouldn't mind the help, thanks. If I can get my hands on some butterfly stitches or something it could work for now..." This guy has some experience with first-aid. And hospitals. And doctors.

"Yeah, I think I've got some in my first aid kit, it's back on the ship," he offers, gesturing towards the First Breath. "I can set you up with some extra bandages and disinfectant and stuff too."

He leads the way back towards the ships, palming the door open.

He nods. "Okay... okay, yeah, thanks." He follows, looking around at the ships. "So... do all of these things look the same inside?"

"Um, yeah, more or less I think?" Billy says, the doors opening for them with a hiss. "I haven't been on all of them, you need someone to let you in if it's not the one you were assigned to, but it's the same basic layout and stuff, yeah, just some different stylistic choices."

Like the exposed pipes in this ship Billy seems to have more or less memorized how to avoid.

Eddie nods, understanding... then promptly walks into one of said exposed pipes. "Mother fucker!" He stumbles away, staring at it. "That shit is a fucking hazard! Who the fuck designed this thing?!"

Billy half winces, half laughs, hand jumping to hide that surprised smile, a guilty look on his face.

"Are you okay-?" he manages after a moment, that guilty smile still in place, and then a shrug, "I mean...aliens, I guess? I think this is unique to my ship though, so- lucky you."

... enjoy your schadenfreude, kid.

He makes a face, rubbing his forehead and staring at the offending pipe. "Yeah... I don't think I have a concussion or anything, at least." He sighs, muttering, "Fucking aliens..."

From the sewers to a space ship

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