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realityshifted2011-04-06 09:45 pm
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first scheme: the graceful debutant
[In the milliseconds after Edgar first appears on the Plane, he cycles through a variety of emotions at such high speed it's a wonder he doesn't get whiplash. He stumbles forwards and then drops to his hands and knees in terror. He is not using his Indoor Voice when he exclaims,]
Ah--! Holy mother of fuck!
[There's a pause as his fingers tense and untense against the "floor" and he tries to come to terms with what he's seeing.]
Oh, my god. I'm in fucking space. I'm in space. This has gotta be a dream. No fucking question.
[He squeezes his eyes closed. Deliberately,]
I... am... dreaming.
[Edgar lets out a nervous laugh and carefully gets to his feet, bracing for balance as if he were on a sailboat riding a tidal wave. A look of dark, uncertain understanding crosses his face.]
...Or this is just the town? The town is doing weird shit again. Oh, god. [As if shouting at some invisible overseer,] This isn't fucking funny! I liked you better with ground! God damn it! [He points at the Colosseum in the distance and, I'll have you know, hasn't taken History or Geography since the eighth grade.] What the fuck is that? Is this fucking Egypt now? Is this the best you can do? Fuck! Motel, town, space, you're a fucking asshole!
[He looks around venomously, runs a hand restlessly through his hair and takes a couple of uncertain steps. To himself,] I'm yelling at nothing. At space. Okay, yeah, that sounds like a good plan, gets lots of shit done.
I gotta stop drinking.
Ah--! Holy mother of fuck!
[There's a pause as his fingers tense and untense against the "floor" and he tries to come to terms with what he's seeing.]
Oh, my god. I'm in fucking space. I'm in space. This has gotta be a dream. No fucking question.
[He squeezes his eyes closed. Deliberately,]
I... am... dreaming.
[Edgar lets out a nervous laugh and carefully gets to his feet, bracing for balance as if he were on a sailboat riding a tidal wave. A look of dark, uncertain understanding crosses his face.]
...Or this is just the town? The town is doing weird shit again. Oh, god. [As if shouting at some invisible overseer,] This isn't fucking funny! I liked you better with ground! God damn it! [He points at the Colosseum in the distance and, I'll have you know, hasn't taken History or Geography since the eighth grade.] What the fuck is that? Is this fucking Egypt now? Is this the best you can do? Fuck! Motel, town, space, you're a fucking asshole!
[He looks around venomously, runs a hand restlessly through his hair and takes a couple of uncertain steps. To himself,] I'm yelling at nothing. At space. Okay, yeah, that sounds like a good plan, gets lots of shit done.
I gotta stop drinking.