+1 Babysitter

[farrahfawcetts]

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.

Comments

[farrahfawcetts]

"There is a bar? Holy shit. Why haven't we been going there every night?" He knows the answer: unlike Eddie, he'd needed to take it easy until Billy took care of his lingering wounds as well. Also, it'd been just a couple days. Maybe getting wasted was a Friday activity.

"I mean. Kind of? Home was normal except for the hell dimension and monsters. This is just...overall weird. And there's no television."

[the_freak]

"Gotta save some things," Eddie laughs, "If I show you everything all at once you'll be bored in a week. It's not like we can hop in a car and drive off to Indy when we run out of shit to do." And Steve's still still recovering.

"Fuck man, I miss tv. Movies. Just something to watch and not have to think."

[farrahfawcetts]

"I could put on a dance for you," Steve offers with a laugh. In his seat he does something that is some bastardization of a hula and disco. Thank God none of the kids could see him here, he'd probably never live it down.

"Sorry, that's the best I can do. I heard you were the drama kid so any plays or whatever has to be your thing."

[the_freak]

"..." Eddie gives him a long stare, blinking slowly in a move that is definitely stolen right out of Harrington's own handbook, but he can't help but chuckle. "And this is the man who has the girls of Hawkins drooling over him," he teases.

"That is why you should come out to the new Hellfire Club like I've been saying," Eddie presses eagerly. He's been trying to sell Steve on in since that very first night. "It's where I get to do my most dramatic presentations."

[farrahfawcetts]

Steve had heard Dustin and Mike raving about Eddie and his weird game things. How he was so good at it. How he was able to make the game come alive or whatever. At the time he'd been jealous and annoyed to hear about another wonderful thing The Freak could do. But now? Now he'd be lying if he said he wasn't intrigued.

Screw it.

"Yeah, alright, Munson. I'll try one. Just one. And it better be all it's been hyped up to be or, you know. False advertising. Taking you to court."

[the_freak]

Honestly, Eddie didn't expect Steve to ever cave, and he looks surprised and elated to have convinced him. Which means he's also learned that Steve might be nettled into doing just about anything if he pesters him enough, which is good information to have.

"I have less here than I did back home, the hell you gonna get if you win?"

[farrahfawcetts]

Steve thinks for a minute before a wide, devilish smile comes over his face.

"Tears for Fears. One song: Everybody Wants to Rule the World. No complaints."

[the_freak]

Ohh, Steve's smarter that he gets credit for some times. Eddie looks affronted by the conditions at first, groaning and shaking his head (because he was allowed to complain now, right?), but he can't help but be impressed by Steve and he reluctantly holds out his hand to shake on it.

"You're going to have the time of your life, Harrington."