[CALIBRATIONS] But the memory remains

[the_freak]

Who: Eddie Munson & Open
What: Calibrations
When: June 10th to July 10th
Where: Eddie’s mind
Warnings: Violence, Bullying, Murder, Horror, Parental Abuse, Parental Death, Drugs, Drug Abuse, Bat Like Monsters, Graphic Injury



The trailer you find yourself walking into might appear dated depending on when and where you’re from. Its styling is out of date even for its own period, a bit strange and chaotic. The walls are lined with a collection of random mugs and hats, a fold out cot stashed in a corner near the door. It’s cluttered, and very lived in.

There’s an odd…stain on the ceiling of the living room. Almost a crack? The longer you look the more it seems to spread, and are those strange particles falling from it just dust? Maybe it’s best to look away.

The television is on, playing some news story, but a voice calls from the other end of the trailer, and Eddie leans out from his bedroom, encouraging you to join him in there.

There’s only one bedroom in the place, those it’s easy to tell this is Eddie space. The walls are covered in various posters, metal concerts, drawings, and a large spray-painted banner that reads- Corroded Coffin hanging a bit haphazardly. A sheet’s been pinned up to act as a curtain, and the floor is littered with clothes.

"So...this is weird," Eddie greets.

[ooc: Cheated the ‘room’ a bit, it’s fiiiine, shhh. Playing it a bit more fast and loose with memories, no bolding this time for Eddie at least, sorry if that makes it difficult for anyone. Please do look at the warnings above and let me know if there are any themes you especially don’t or…do want.

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[doubled_speed]

This place made him... uncomfortable. And so Tommy, just standing there, looked a bit awkward. At least until someone was calling out to him. Then he moves to follow the voice. The room, though, he looks around before flopping onto the bed there. Don't mind him, he does this shit all the time.

"Dude, if you want weird, try getting tricked in here three times. Well, not here here. But yeah, it's weird. This your place?"

[the_freak]

"Yeah, sorry about the mess or whatever," Eddie apologizes reflectively, though seems to realize he can totally just pretend like it's not usually this chaotic a bit too late.

"Yeah. Well, my Uncle's place, but I live here with him."

[doubled_speed]

"Dude, it's about how my room gets," Tommy says with a shrug. Though he raises an eyebrow at the Uncle thing. Though he doesn't pry.

"Anyway, this is pretty old fashioned, this place. Vintage I guess."

[the_freak]

"I mean, it's a trailer, kinda comes with the territory, dude," Eddie says with a shrug, "Shit's old. It's not that bad. Wayne's got some stuff from the sixties hanging around still or whatever, but it works. My stuff's pretty new."

[doubled_speed]

New? Tommy looks around, eyebrows raised. Seriously? Was that even possible?

"Dude, this place screams 80s!"

[the_freak]

"..." Eddie likewise arches a brow and gives him a pointed look, "...yeah dude. It's the 80s."

[doubled_speed]

What? Tommy has to laugh.

"Shit, you're kidding? Wow. Didn't know we had old people around. Grats on being the youngest old person I know."

[the_freak]

"I'm not old," Eddie laughs, rolling his eyes, though it's hardly the first time he's heard it, here or back home. "'86 Baby," he grins, remembering how sure he was that this was finally going to be his year.

"So how's this work?"

[doubled_speed]

Eighty-Six, huh? Tommy laughs. Dude's old, even if he's not old yet.

"Basically? We are stuck here for a bit until we wake up. Or I can try and get out sooner by seeing your memories. Sometimes you get booted out anyway. It's a whole thing."

It definitely was something he really understood.

"I suppose I should go rooting around. I'm Tommy by the way."

[the_freak]

"...uh-" Eddie glances around, like there's more than a few things he wants to tuck away/secure before some rando goes rooting through his shit. But he's got his stash pretty much all over and-...well it doesn't make much sense to worry about someone finding drugs in his mind, right? Who's he going to narc to?

"Eddie," he offers finally, "Kind of an intimate first meeting, huh? Uh...go for it, I guess? You're the expert?"

[farrahfawcetts]

Steve wakes up in the trailer and instantly knows where he is. A small smile comes over his face at the familiar decor. And when Eddie calls to him from his room, it's nothing to head there and toward his friend. "I was half expecting to see like a big concert hall or something, man. You chose the trailer?"

[the_freak]

"Wait, I had a choice?" Eddie looks around and for a moment jokes like he's frustrated before grinning and shrugging a shoulder. "It's nice to be back home, I dunno. Few details are off. Like Steve Harrington's totally standing in my room, you're never going to believe it."

[farrahfawcetts]

After everything that's happened so far, it is just a relief beyond words to have Eddie here with him. Steve grins back and rolls his eyes. "You're such a dork," he teases, crossing over to his friend so he can stroke the backs of his fingers against his cheek. It's been too long and Steve is a touchy-feely dude. If anything, he's being restrained.

"You'd probably have a fit if you knew how many times I've been in your room and rifled through your shit. Definitely more than once."

[the_freak]

"And I missed it? God, I have never regretted dying more." Yep. No, he's supposed to be cutting back on the death humor. He's really trying. Let's just zoom right past that one.

He leans into the touch with a grin and turns to press a quick kiss of apology to those fingers. "...Which shit have you rifled through, how embarrassed and or turned on do I need to be right now?"

[farrahfawcetts]

Steve can't help but laugh. Maybe he's getting better about talking and laughing about the whole death thing? Maybe. He softens at the kiss and definitely isn't about to stop touching him now. Steve cards his fingers through those chaotic curls and hums as he thinks.

"Definitely went through your music. Smashed whatever I couldn't burn," he winks to show Eddie he's kidding before the metalhead punches him. "Also just helped your uncle tidy up. Might have pocketed your condoms. Someone should get use out of them." He'd really thrown them out before Dustin could see them but who needs to know that?

[the_freak]

He giggles a bit more freely seeing that Steve isn't too bothered, and smiles easily, pulling Steve to join him on the bed. If he can keep him distracted in here Steve doesn't need to see any of the bad things lurking around waiting to be discovered.

Gasping in mock offence at the thought of harm coming to all his tapes and records, Steve gets a playful smack, and then another as Eddie snickers. "Yeah, they're petty old, man, you might be the one with little nuggets out there to worry about."

[farrahfawcetts]

Steve snorts a laugh and nudges Eddie back. "I don't know what sort of romance you think grief and hell-dimensions bring to a town, but we are not having a lot of sex."

Being back here can't help but remind Steve of the times he had helped clean up for Wayne. Picking over the memories and prized possessions to hand out to Dustin and the other boys. Steve looks around with new eyes now that he can see the space as more than a shrine. Now that Eddie is next to him, alive. Steve leans against him, unable to be apart for too long.

"So..." he looks around again. He knows how this place works. "If one of these is your...you know. With Dustin? I don't know if I wanna see that, man. It was bad enough to hear him talk about it."

[the_freak]

That sobers things up pretty quickly, but Eddie nods.

"Didn't want you to have to," he agrees, "Think all that shit it out there." He nods back outside of his room. Not everything in here is all sunshine and roses either, but at least he's pretty sure there won't be any supernatural murders, or his own death...

[farrahfawcetts]

Steve glances out the door. So that explains why Eddie is drawing people in here. To protect them. Or at the very least, him. He nods and then reaches for Eddie's hand to just hold it. Even in a dream the touch is comforting.

"What's hiding in here, hm?" He looks around as though something will come out and bite him. "You can show me anything, man. Really. I can handle it..."

[the_freak]

That's his hope at least. Eddie gives Steve's hand a squeeze, thumb stroking over the back of Steve's.

"Plenty of shit. Anything you're dying to learn about? I can point you in a general direction. Or we can play memory roulette," he laughs, but looks a little nervous honestly. There's some shit he hopes they avoid.

[quark_assassin]

The first thing Dustin thinks about when his feet take him into the trailer is how weirdly familiar the place is. Initially he attributes this to the clutter; he could imagine this being someone's partially-renovated home in Temba, filled with all manner of random shit they've picked up from the streets and nearby buildings, much like he's done for his own workshop. But after a moment's consideration, Dustin realizes that he's stayed in places like this, when he was hopping busses and needed to save for fare instead of hotels. Empty trailers were easy to get into in a pinch.

Except, this one isn't empty. Eddie's beckoning from around the corner makes Dustin nearly jump out of his skin. It's enough of a shock to make his distracted thoughts catch up to the reality of his situation, accentuated by the hard click of the closing door behind him.

Another dream. Brilliant. Dustin's shoulders slump with a sigh, but he moves ahead anyway, looking distinctly uncomfortable as he steps around the clutter, eyes flicking around to the television, the weird stain on the ceiling. "Putting it mildly," he mutters, slinking through the doorway to Eddie's bedroom. "I guess it could be worse."

[the_freak]

The news report on the television seems to involve some police briefing, and Dustin might catch the photo of a familiar looking teenager flashed on the screen before his eyes flick away. Meanwhile, that stain almost seems to spread, more of those strange spore floating through the air, though it fades away as Dustin passes into Eddie's room.

"Good attitude, I guess," Eddie greets, "You wanna listen to anything?" he gestures to his collection of types and records.

[quark_assassin]

Dustin chuffs a derisive laugh. Having a 'good attitude' about anything isn't something Dustin is used to hearing about himself, but he supposes that being stuck in a series of personalized dream sequences without hope of escape has tempered his expectations a little bit.

Speaking of. "I want to get the hell out of here," he grumbles, passing a paranoid glance behind him at the bedroom door. "But some music probably won't make this any worse. What've you got?"

[the_freak]

"Judas Priest, Iron Maidan, Metallica-" Eddie starts listing, flicking through his collection.

"Better to be in someone else's head than your own at least," he offers, "You drew the long straw."

[quark_assassin]

Dustin gives Eddie a long, appraising stare as he lists off the artists.

"...I have no idea what any of those are," he admits. That was supposed to be a thought, but the dreams have a way of bringing those out of him, he's found. It's kind of annoying. "Just pick whatever you want, I guess."

With a dismissive wave, Dustin finally relents fully to the situation and steps further inside the bedroom, letting his hands escape his pockets. "And you drew the short one," he murmurs, quirking an eyebrow. "I don't like that. It's not worth it."