Who: Ed and ?? What: a slight stabbing Where: TBD When: backdated, Halloween night Closed/ongoing/violence, other warnings TBD
In another circumstance, the scene in front of him might have been a good time. It was some sort of club filled with the locals of the islands celebrating the holiday he was mostly unaware of. Their costumes ranged from elaborate and almost realistic to barely trying but, combined with the thumping of the music in his chest and the flashing lights, the totality of it was overwhelming.
Ed hadn't had any intention of going to the city, he'd only meant to go outside and check the sky, to keep track for the charts he and Stede had been working on, but he'd forgotten about the doors being messed up and instead of being out on the deck, surrounded by nothing but the night sky and the too-calm seas, he'd ended up here. The extremity of the change in his surroundings hit Ed like a brick wall. His breath went short and his hands started to shake, it felt like his vision was trying to fade out and his head was spinning.
He found himself stumbling back, trying to find the door he'd come from and hoping it would get him back to the ship, but it was then someone came up onto him, wrapping their arm around his shoulders and saying something about how good he looked. Through the fog, he could barely make out the figure next to him. They looked like some kind of sailor or pirate but...dead? Their face was pale and sunken, there were barnacles and seaweed on their skin, their clothes were dirty and torn, there was blood on them. If he was in his right mind, he would have seen how fake it all looked, how drunk the man was, but Ed couldn't see any of that right now.
Instead, his hand went to the dagger at his side and he was halfway to drawing it when he finally fell back through the door, the other man falling away in the process. He was almost relieved but turned to find he was somewhere else again, with another person in front of him. Still blinded by the overwhelm and anxiety his hand flew before he thought about it and the dagger landed squarely in flesh with a harsh thud.