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@feeblefortuity
Feeblefortuity, independent and selective roleplay blog forΒ Eric Feeble, from the BBC seriesΒ βStressed Ericβ.
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Olimar bends down to help gather up the litter of papers, giving Eric a look of barely-concealed pity. He doesnβt know this coworker very well, but he is familiar with their bossβs temper.
βYou could blame me, you know. Iβm always out on the road, so heβd have to call me up to yell at me. I just wonβt answer. Hah!β He gives an encouraging smile, straightening up and offering his free hand to help Eric rise to his feet as well.
βPeople are always blaming delays on βlate deliveriesβ.β Whether their assignments involve shipping or not. βSo Iβm used to it by now.β
βMy name is Olimar, by the way. Youβreβ¦ Eric, right? I think I saw you at that βBring Your Children to Work Dayβ lunch.β That initiative had ended in disaster and was canceled before the day was through, but still. It was fun while it lasted.
βHow are your wife and children?β That seems a safer question than βare you holding up okay? I canβt help but notice youβve been demoted again since the last time I saw you.β
Eric can only briefly maintain eye contact, a bit bashful now that he was so snippy. He hadn't expected Oli would actually help him gather up his documents--his other coworkers would have just passed him by without a second thought...or watch him with wry amusement, depending on the time of day and significance of his blunder.
He scoffs at the idea of simply not picking up when P.P. calls, the sheer luxury of even having the option to just ignore him. And while blaming others was always tempting, it was never without its consequences. "As much as i'd like to take you up on that, the last fellow in the shipping department i'd blamed for something like this assured me he'd tear me apart limb by limb the next time he locked eyes with me, and i'd very much like to keep most or all of my limbs intact for as long as I possibly can."
Eric takes the man's hand when it's offered, letting Oli help him to his feet. He bristles at the mention of that particular lunch, remembering that disaster quite well indeed as he and his family were the ones to incite it. The lack of vegan options inspired an anticapitalist tirade in Liz that concluded in her splashing her glass of (very expensive) wine onto P.P's wife's (even more expensive) fur coat, and the ensuing chaos hd poor Brian crying so loud Eric could swore the boy could be heard up in North Watford. He attempted to mask the scowl that crept across his face at the mere mention of the event, but as usual it didn't work.
"Ah..yes. Yes, Eric." He replies curtly, "I was- I was there, yes." He certainly was...present at that event, that was a fact.
Wife and kids? Oh, it had been a while since they'd spoken directly, hadn't it. Wonderful, time to make an already long and awkward conversation longer and more awkward.
"Oh, well..ah.." Eric's fingers twitched and he clasped his hands together wringing them nervously, "...ex-wife now." He supposed that answered the other two questions as well.
"The childen and I are..erm.... We're getting on."
reblog this if you're fine with your mutuals sending you asks unprompted
βSorry, I didnβt mean to overhear, butβ¦β
The ringing in Eric's ears hadn't yet stopped as he trudged out of P.P.'s office, ashamed and demoralized as per usual. His boss's bellowing voice no doubt reverberating across the building, affirming what everyone--including Eric himself--already knew: He'd mucked up yet another task that should have been simple, was simple--for anyone else but him, it seemed.
"One page.. You misplace one bloody page of figures and you've got a whole department vying for your head on a pike. I swear, if I get home tonight and I find that page in my laundry basket like I did last week, i'm going to--"
"EE!"
Eric nearly jumps at the man's voice, scattering an armful of papers across the floor. He shoots him a look before getting down on his hands and knees to gather up the scattered documents.
"Oh no, no, it's fine!" He replied, the harsh edge to his voice making it abundantly clear it was anything but, "It's not as if you can hear much else with P.P. bellowing like a ship's foghorn..."
i like to think i'm the dead horse that everyone keeps beating
tortured. sickly. bisexual.
out at the lake until around June 30th/July 1st! have my tablet puter with me but wi-fi's very spotty.
it has always been a dream of mine to relax
itβs just not possible
// holy fucking shit tornado warning
[National Biways, Oct/Nov 1994]
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Sharing the train with his neighbour and coworker, Mr. Ray Perfect, was hardly an ideal start to Eric's day. Fortunately, Ray didn't appear to be in the chattiest of moods this morning, fully engrossed in the newspaper he of course had ample amounts of time to pick up and peruse before his ride to work, only occasionally breaking the silence with a pleased or displeased hum as he read through the articles.
Eric clutched his briefcase to his chest, the speech he had spent a good portion of the night writing and re-writing at the forefront of his mind now as he sat directly beside the man who would be delivering it in only a few hours' time. His hands must have been doing that twitchy thing, scratching at the leather surface of his briefcase a little too loudly for a little too long. When Ray turned to address him, Eric jumped just a bit in his seat.
"I take it you hath prepared a most riveting speech to honour our newest associate from abroad, and welcome them to the Power Industries family, Eric?" Ray inquired, as if any answer other than "Yes, I have." would have sufficed. Eric hated when he did that. And he did it all the time.
"Yes." Eric answered, desperately hoping that would be the end of it. And it wasβ¦for a while. Ray gave Eric a confident-as-ever nod of approval and returned to his paper.
A beat. Eric stared down at his briefcase, trying not to fiddle too much or make too many odd noises, which he failed at almost immediately and his fingers resumed their nervous twitching. He set his briefcase down in his lap and gripped his tie, smoothing the fabric in his fingers. At least that wouldn't make any sound.
Again, Ray's voice broke the silence and again Eric was startled, turning his head to actually look in Ray's direction this time.
"You know, Eric, your speechwriting prowess is unparalleled by most others in your department."
Did Ray not know Eric was the sole member of his department? Perhaps he forgot.
"Erm. Th-thank you." He replied, accepting the compliment anyway.
"'tis a shame your stress-related illnesses have you now toiling away, recording our company's ample figures--"
Don't say 'ample figures'.
"But I would be remiss if I did not properly acknowledge your contributions to the economical titan that is our own Power Industries." Ray continued, grin beaming on his tanned, mustachioed face, "Power himself may neglect to remind you, Eric, of your value to this company and its employees, and so I have taken it upon myself to personally commend you for your efforts."
Eric blinked. Then blinked again, quiet as he struggled to both process and internalize a genuine compliment from Ray Perfect. He smiled, not forced but still uneasy, finding it difficult to maintain direct eye contact.
"I⦠Th- Thank you, Ray." Eric stammered, suddenly feeling the need to pick his briefcase back up and hug it to his chest again.
Ray hummed in acknowledgement, gave Eric a nod and another smile, then returned his attention to the newspaper in his hands.
The two of them continued their commute in silence.
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// might as well get the pride icon up now
// I'm never sure exactly how far I can reasonably get Into It and explore it in a respectful way, but Eric is very much chronically ill/disabled, and--half-headcanon, half 'this is never outright stated but its not exactly subtle'--I think he has some kind of autoimmune disorder triggered by extreme stress. Specifically something (or multiple somethings) under the Dysautonomia umbrella but that's kind of as far down as I can comfortably narrow it. Yeah. Eric's disabled.
// Also he is so so soooooo so autistic / OCD I know he is (But I don't think he does)
// I'm never sure exactly how far I can reasonably get Into It and explore it in a respectful way, but Eric is very much chronically ill/disabled, and--half-headcanon, half 'this is never outright stated but its not exactly subtle'--I think he has some kind of autoimmune disorder triggered by extreme stress. Specifically something (or multiple somethings) under the Dysautonomia umbrella but that's kind of as far down as I can comfortably narrow it. Yeah. Eric's disabled.
"it's just stress" oh thank god, it's just the silent killer that slowly kills you, perfectly harmless, no need to worry
