[open] getting settled!

[bardsofprey]

Who: Eddie & open
What: adjusting to the new normal
Where: kitchens & communal area
When: vaguely early this month!
Warnings/Notes: n/a, will update if needed!

got the munchies (kitchens)

[There are perks in every messed up situation, and Eddie has wasted no time in finding them here.

He sits on the kitchen floor, one leg folded in and the other a pointed tripping hazard, with a bowl of what looks like raw cake batter in one hand, and a spatula in the other. A few elves give him the stink eye as Eddie goes to town, but he doesn't seem to mind. If anything, the self-satisfied grin on his face would suggest Eddie is thriving.

Living his best life, sticking it to the man, one scoop of potential salmonella at a time.]

skill diff (communal area)

[There was definitely a huge learning curve, but given a couple days of trial and error, Eddie has the hang of these fancy new consoles. If anyone wanders past while he's playing, he'll attempt to wave them down, holding out a controller in their direction.]

Hey! C'mere, I wanna build up an impressive record of asses kicked.

Comments

[haircaring]

[ Argue about the legs argument versus eh he immediately got them out of the way: ultimately, "eh" wins. The legs have moved. Dude clearly gets the point.

"Wound my new outlook on you", Munson says, like a nerd. Steve rolls his eyes to the height of all his yeah, yeah, whatever power. ]

Your outlook, your problem. [ But he sits, and he draws his knees up in a way that says he is clearly doing it AT Eddie just to make a point about doing it anyway.

He tries not to think about how much he misses anybody, or worries about them, or where they'd slot into the picture if they were here. Who'd be on the floor sticking their legs out on purpose just to be little shits, or sitting on a counter, or dragging in a chair from god knows where to sit on it backwards, and all the complaining and arguing and whining and ignoring personal space, all the grabbing stuff out of his hands, going on a mile a minute about stuff that's boring or confusing and then acting like it's weird that he doesn't get it.

There's plenty of noise and bullshit around in the North Pole, but it's--

It feels quiet. ]

Sure, why not. [ Give him the spatula. Thelma and Louise but about getting sick from eating this later, probably. ] My schedule's open anyway.

hey im still alive

[bardsofprey]

[Eddie straightens an imaginary tie, and in his best nasally, posh impression of. A Rich Kid?? he says,]

Wow Steve, that's a really mature outlook.

[Staring back at Steve, he just as pointedly pulls his knees up even higher in response, which is funny for a few seconds, until Eddie's usual target audience doesn't snicker along with him. Right. Yeah. Yeesh, it's like the atmosphere drops a notch every time he remembers.]

Too open, right? Feels weird.

[here you go man, knock your stomach out]

us crawling hand in hand

[haircaring]

Yeah well, life's way easier when you stop caring about all that bullshit.

[ He says, even though he still cares very deeply about what other people think of him to this day. One thing at a time. ]

Way too open. [ Head mostly empty. Mouth full. At least someone like, gets it. No work, no twerps barging in with weird demands seemingly unrelated to anything going on, no arguing over what movie to put on with Robin, no playing taxi. Insane. What's the point. ] This place went from a hundred to zero. Dead in the water.