revivalproject | [CALIBRATIONS] But the memory remains

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 Its styling is out of date even for its own period, a bit strange and chaotic.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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He can give people a lot of grief. It's something that has always been true.

"Don't worry about it. Not like it's going to really affect me all that hard," he says with a shrug. "So... you hid all you were worried about?"

"Uh....yeah? Probably?" Eddie shrugs, not looking too concerned. It's his first time having a guy in his head, he's probably going to miss something.

Alright then. Tommy rises to his feet, stretches, and starts to move through the room. Is he touching absolutely everything he can imagine that might have a dream with it? Yep. Hell yep.

With such a random assortment of items cluttering up his room, it's a out of place pair of clippers that suddenly make the world shift.

There's a boy, maybe 11, with large eyes and dark curls that mark him as Eddie. They've appeared right as things appear to be getting heated between himself and a man who looks to be his father. "-look like a fucking faggot," the man taunts.

"Fuck you!" Eddie glares dangers up at his father, but that bravado only lasts short while before he breaks, attempting to bolt, but Al’s faster, caging him in and catching him by those curls. Eddie fights him as he dragged off to the bathroom, kicking and dragging his heels, and the struggle doesn’t stop after the door’s slammed just after them by the sounds of it. There’s the hum of the clippers, masking the shouts and thumps from inside as Eddie tries to escape.

Now there was one thing Tommy had never had to deal with from Frank. He'd never been called something like that, and his hair was never allowed to get longer and thus take on the waves that were probably his birthright. But the rest of it?

The whole thing was making him wish he could affect someone's past though.

"It looks eighties rock," Tommy grumbled to himself.

Adult Eddie flashes an appreciative smirk at that. "Still the 70s during this, but I appreciate the sentiment."

By the time the door final opens up, Al exits and goes to fetch himself a beer, a tear stained and roughly buzz cut Eddie emerging once he was gone, and tearing out of the house, slamming the door behind him. The memory cuts there.

"Fucker," Tommy says as the space goes back to Eddie's dreamscape. "I'd punch him if I could. Fucker. Bodily autonomy is bodily autonomy. Your hair wasn't hurting anyone."

That earns a small snort of laughter, but a grateful smile just the same. "I did a few times. Got me right back, but fuck it felt good," he agrees. "S'all good though, Wayne lets me do what I want."

Tommy doesn't know who Wayne is but he's a little bit jealous of that fact.

"Better life for you then. You're lucky."

"Eventually, yeah." He's not sure if lucky's the right word for it, but he shrugs, stabbing out his blunt into one of the many ashtrays littering the room, feeling relaxed.

"So you just keep peering into the intimate moments of my life and eventually they let you out, is that how this works?"

"Sometimes," Tommy admits. "Sometimes you dislike someone enough that you just sit there and refuse to touch something and make them live with you being there."

He was amused by those times.

Eddie snorts in amusement. It feels like a tactic he uses in real life half the time.

"Well, long as you stay in here you shouldn't get anything to bad," he assures Tommy, not that paternal abuse wasn't bad, but he'd rather share that than the shit outside of this room.

"I'm a super hero," Tommy says with a shrug. "You don't have anything that would really upset me, I bet."

Including abusive behavior.

"..." Eddie gives him a look that says he doubts that very much, almost tempted to take it as a challenge. "Super hero, huh? You know, I heard about this girl with powers once. Pretty epic shit. What do you do?"

"I can run more than four hundred miles and hour and I'm durable and I can make things explode."

Dude, don't doubt just because you're jealous.

"When we get out of here I can show you."

Nah, man. The doubt is all in terms of there being nothing that could upset him. Eddie knows for a fact there's plenty that'll do the trick. Not that he wants to subject anyone to them.

His eyes widen, flicking over Tommy in wonder. "...Seriously dude?"

Get kidnapped by a cosmic horror and be the reincarnated son of a witch and an android, and go to space for a while with an alien, and little bothers you anymore. Except for the things that do.

"Seriously. Ask anyone who's been here longer than, like, a month."

These things still might do.

"I've been here more than a month," Eddie defends, but maybe he hasn't branched out as much as he should've in that time. "So super fast and explosions and a brother that can heal people, pretty epic family."

"Then you haven't been at the diner at the right hours. Though I guess with Radley helping I farm more."

Still, 'brother that can heal people'. Tommy laughs.

"That's not even the start of it. But it's the simple part."

"Oh yeah, that you? I owe you, man. Can't cook for shit. Been missing the diner food in here."

Eddie grins and shrugs a shoulder, "Always wanted a little brother or sister. Little jealous, gotta be honest."

"Someone else started it. I kept it going. A lot more people help now so I spend more time on harvests and supply management," he admits with a shrug. And then laughs. "Me of three years ago would have been shocked."

Wanting a younger brother or sister. Tommy smiles to himself.

"Me too. I just didn't want my family to have more kids."

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