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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Comments

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

"Thanks..." Eddie sets about opening up the supplies and peeling the filthy gauze off of his face. If Echo looks, he'll see a neat stab wound that goes clear through his cheek. It's being held together with a couple of stitches.

He looks up at the comment. "Huh? Oh..." You're braver than you think. He rakes his fingers through his hair and shrugs. "I guess that's what happens when I have something else to focus on."

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Timing: Echo has it. He's not exactly squeamish, but the sutured wound still gets a quick once-over. Trying not to think about how much that hurts, the clone maintains a straight face as he nods.

"If it gets you through tough times. Sometimes that's all you can do."

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

It hurts like a bitch, thanks. But it's still better than just after it happened...

He nods. "Yeah... Yeah that's what the experts call a defense mechanism." He smirks, chuckling. "But as long as it works, right?"

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Echo emits a soft snort. "As long as it works." Not mocking in any way, but agreeing with having something to fall back on when things get bad.

"Need anything else?" he then inquires. "Something to drink, or eat?"

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

He thinks about it for a moment. "Uh... water? Some water would be good."

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Nodding, Echo goes into the galley, opening a cabinet to fetch a glass. Fortunately the beverage dispenser is more normal than the food dispenser, and a full glass of water is held out for Eddie. "Here you are."

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

Whoa. Yeah that's pretty easy. He takes it with a small smile. "Thanks. For this and, well, everything else."