[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 Its styling is out of date even for its own period, a bit strange and chaotic.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?"

[doubled_speed]

"Trust me, I've met people through this before. Probably. This is my third."

Still he gestures around the room, as if to invite Eddie to squirrel things away. He's okay with all of that.

"I feel like I've heard someone mention you."

[the_freak]

"All good things?" Eddie asks with a teasing glance over his shoulder, casually flicking closed his old metal lunch box, and oop- that drawer, yep, he's going to close thaaaat.

[doubled_speed]

"I don't know. Steve was sorta not saying too much."

He rises and looks into that box. NOt touching. And he laughs.

"Dude, so cliche. Get something better to carry your shit in."

[the_freak]

"Nosey-" Eddie chides with a smirk, swatting at the guy, "And what- are you some kind of expert, man?"

Maybe it's just because he's the only dealer at Hawkin's High, but he doesn't think it's so obvious.

[doubled_speed]

"I've been in lock up before," Tommy said with a whole shrug. That simple. "We had dealers at school too."

[the_freak]

"Well, as your elder criminal, they all stole that from me. It's totally original when I do it," he teases with a toothy grin. " ...wonder if I can smoke this shit in here?" Can you get high in a dream?

[doubled_speed]

Tommy wants to snicker. He was probably in jail before this guy was... however old he was.

"I'm sure you're original, man," he says with a roll of his eyes and a laugh. "But yeah, go ahead and try. That shit doesn't work for me."

[the_freak]

Hell, what's the harm in trying, not like he's out anything if it does work. Eddie grabs the lunch box and gets comfortable on the bed, rolling himself a joint and flashing Tommy a quizzical look.

"Is that like a weird way of saying you don't smoke, or do you mean it literally doesn't work for you?"

[doubled_speed]

"The literal. I mean, maybe it will in a dream. But my body's fast, which means I metabolize it too fast."

So he's never even bothered getting into stuff like this.

[the_freak]

"Oh- you're the magic kids brother!" Eddie concludes abruptly, snapping his finger and pointing, glad he's finally pieced that together. "And yeah- dude, you're not really in your body right now, so...?" He shrugs uncertainly, lighting up. "You want one?"

[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?