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farrahfawcetts) wrote in
revivalproject2023-05-07 04:43 pm
+1 Babysitter
WHO: Steve Harrington
WHERE: Wandering in town and at the diner
WHAT: A Babysitter named Steve enters the chat
WHEN: Post sports day. He'll be devastated he missed it
WARNINGS: S4 Stranger Things spoilers but nothing else.
[Welcome to Even Stranger Things]
Steve still wasn't entirely sure what had happened to him. One second he was asleep in the hellscape that was now Hawkins, and then he was in some sort of alien city? The floating orb thing had explained it to him, kind of, but he didn't know if he could trust that information. After all, why would a group of aliens looking to hurt them just outright say that? It would be stupid. So who fucking knew what this whole thing was about.
Not to mentioned they were all kidnapped. That didn't seem like great behavior, all considered. Definitely not a super first impression.
But it didn't seem like he had a lot of say on it. He was here now and it was up to him to make the best of it. At least he had his bat. Steve rested it against his shoulder as he walked around the area, just getting the layout. Not that he was absorbing all that much, of course. He kept stopping short, seeing some sort of weird animal or strange looking building. Finally though, after his wandering, he saw something that looked more familiar. Someone to talk to, maybe. Another hostage?
"Hey! Wait up!" Steve runs to catch up. "Hey, I'm new here. Are you...uh. Kidnapped too?"
[Boy's Gotta Eat]
It's been a long few days of trying to get his bearings and settling in. Steve finally stopped bringing his nailbat with him but that didn't mean his guard is down. He'd had enough moments of thinking things were fine only to have a monster pop out of nowhere to ever be truly relaxed. Besides, he is still a hostage, nevermind that the aliens are pink and sort of adorable in an oblivious, Eleven sort of way. Have to stay on his toes.
And that means he really needs to get some food.
Steve saw the diner on the map and ventures out early in the morning. He isn't sure how he is going to pay or what sort of food will be in there, but he's finished the protein bars he'd gotten from the replicator and is starving. Beggars can't be choosers.
"Hello?" He walks inside and looks around. "Uh. Here for the food? As long as it's not like, alien worms or something like that?" Although he's hungry enough that it maybe wouldn't matter.
WHERE: Wandering in town and at the diner
WHAT: A Babysitter named Steve enters the chat
WHEN: Post sports day. He'll be devastated he missed it
WARNINGS: S4 Stranger Things spoilers but nothing else.
[Welcome to Even Stranger Things]
Steve still wasn't entirely sure what had happened to him. One second he was asleep in the hellscape that was now Hawkins, and then he was in some sort of alien city? The floating orb thing had explained it to him, kind of, but he didn't know if he could trust that information. After all, why would a group of aliens looking to hurt them just outright say that? It would be stupid. So who fucking knew what this whole thing was about.
Not to mentioned they were all kidnapped. That didn't seem like great behavior, all considered. Definitely not a super first impression.
But it didn't seem like he had a lot of say on it. He was here now and it was up to him to make the best of it. At least he had his bat. Steve rested it against his shoulder as he walked around the area, just getting the layout. Not that he was absorbing all that much, of course. He kept stopping short, seeing some sort of weird animal or strange looking building. Finally though, after his wandering, he saw something that looked more familiar. Someone to talk to, maybe. Another hostage?
"Hey! Wait up!" Steve runs to catch up. "Hey, I'm new here. Are you...uh. Kidnapped too?"
[Boy's Gotta Eat]
It's been a long few days of trying to get his bearings and settling in. Steve finally stopped bringing his nailbat with him but that didn't mean his guard is down. He'd had enough moments of thinking things were fine only to have a monster pop out of nowhere to ever be truly relaxed. Besides, he is still a hostage, nevermind that the aliens are pink and sort of adorable in an oblivious, Eleven sort of way. Have to stay on his toes.
And that means he really needs to get some food.
Steve saw the diner on the map and ventures out early in the morning. He isn't sure how he is going to pay or what sort of food will be in there, but he's finished the protein bars he'd gotten from the replicator and is starving. Beggars can't be choosers.
"Hello?" He walks inside and looks around. "Uh. Here for the food? As long as it's not like, alien worms or something like that?" Although he's hungry enough that it maybe wouldn't matter.

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"Uh. The Upside Down? With big...monster things and faces like flowers? Just really ugly, teeth-covered flowers?"
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"Haven't been to that one. Doesn't sound fun. Seriously though, does it hurt? I can get you meds, maybe clean it up a bit? It looks...kind of familiar, actually. "
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"I'm glad I could uh-...and I'm sorry for your loss," Billy mumbles a bit awkwardly, "That's...rough. Beyond rough."
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"He's here now. He's here and you patched him up real good so..." He clears his throat instead of ending the sentence.
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"...I can patch you up too, if you'll let me. You don't look as bad, but you do keep dodging when I mention it being sore..."
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Back home he was ignoring it because there was too much to do and not enough time to worry about the world and his bleeding side. But here? Yeah, he can get a bandage.
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Definitely sounded better than a slow healing process with sore sides. He's sort of tired with that whole thing. Except...
"You don't...move super fast too, do you? That was sort of intense. Another guy did that. I'd rather stay under 90mph..."
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"Ohh, uh- no. But that's my brother," Billy grins, "I do fly. And uh...teleport. But I also walk," he shrugs and laughs.
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He starts off and sinks his hands into his pockets
"So. Uh. Mutants? Tommy was telling me a little bit about all that stuff with your world. Cool that both you and your brother got powers. I bet it would have sucked if it was just one of you and the other felt left out of the...uh..." He forgot that the whole powers thing was a fraught issue. "...Bigotry?"
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"I'd say it must make things simpler, but uh...I think you're pretty good evidence that's not true." Covered in bites from a hell dimension.
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"Before that happened, things were pretty normal. All I was worrying about was girls and maybe getting into college." He snorts. It seems like lifetimes ago now.
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"I remember when things were 'normal'...ish. Where were you planning to go?"
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Steve snorts derisively. "Wherever I was accepted, man. I wasn't exactly a brainiac, back home. Not like I got much smarter here or anything. Just, yeah. The essay part was super hard. And then my GPA was good if we followed golf scoring. So. Yeah. I wasn't picky."
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"Well, I mean- there's still time," he offers, "If college is even what you want, you can do it whenever. There's no hard and fast rule about when you need to do these things. ...Unless there is in your world, in which case, I'm sorry," he jokes.
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He doesn't seem too bothered by the ways that dice can roll. At this point it's too exhausting to, honestly. Being here is almost a vacation from that constant stress.
"I don't think schooling is for me."
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"It's not for everyone," Billy agrees, "I never went." Which...may not be what someone hopes to hear from their doctor.
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Steve snorts for a second before realizing he hadn't really meant to share that with someone he just met. Converting, he forces a short laugh and flaps a hand dismissively.
"I'll land on my feet. Although, dude, I am not sure that a guy with magic powers saying he made it without school is the relatable fact you think it is." Steve is smiling though, teasing.
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