revivalproject | Frankie said 'Relax'

WHO: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, and YOU!
WHERE: Party at the PEANUT PARTY
WHAT: Steve chilling out and exploring his new home
WHEN: During the mandatory ship bonding time
WARNINGS: SMUT

Gym Rat
Steve, after all the shit that's been going on, has a renewed interest in keeping himself in shape. He has to be ready to fight at the drop of a hat, it seems. And now being dragged onto this ship without any warning? Yeah. He wants to make sure he's in top form. Unfortunately, Gladio is on the other ship so getting the daily workouts done with him is more of a challenge than it usually is. But they do have a pretty legit gym now. So that is going to work at least.

Especially with a device to help him work on sparring.

Steve's been here for awhile at this point, working on both his new Security knowledge gains and his existing fighting skills. He's coming to the end of the latest sparring routine and getting sloppy with exhaustion. It means a few more punches miss than normal. A few more strikes make it through than he would like. In the end he has to just call it quits and take a few steps back to catch his breath. How long has be been here? An hour? More? He pulls his shirt up to wipe the sweat away from his face and considers.

He could call it a day. But had he really done enough? The pilots said there was a sign saying '<i>Soon</i>' in the cockpit. Was he ready for that?

Steve sighs and looks around the room for whatever else he can manage right now. Maybe running? Yeah. He can do that...

Merman

Steve is pretty thrilled to know, if he is going to be trapped somewhere, it's somewhere with a pool. Sadly, he doesn't have a bathing suit to change into, but that's just fine honestly. It's been a long month or so and he deserves to have some fun. Besides, boxers and swimming suits cover the same area. It's all fine.

Steve is almost giddy as he makes his way to the "beach". It really is hard sometimes to remember this is a ship and not just another planet. At the moment he's just happy to not have green lobsters poking at him as he strips off clothes. He goes wading into the water with a grin and immediately dunks his head under. God, he misses swimming. And this one here is guaranteed free of Upside Down gates, dead girls, or anything else to worry about.

Steve smiles to himself and floats up on his back, happy to relax at long last.

Horndog (Closed to Eddie)

One of the great things about being Security turns out to be control over room assignments. Steve is pretty pleased to find out about this power once he looks up where rooms are and which ones are his and Eddie's. Turns out he can just assign himself to Eddie's room, easy as that! Which, of course, he does.

Did you see that bed? C'mon. Having separate rooms is just going to waste time.

Steve grins as he makes his way to Eddie's (and now his) room and opens the door straight away. When he was dragged onboard the ship by the music, he hadn't had time to pack anything so all he has is himself and the bat he'd taken to carrying around more often than not since the Upside Down incident. He sets it beside the door as he goes in and immediately goes to flop onto the new, bigger, more comfortable bed.

"HEY, BABE! I'm moving in! Hope you weren't suddenly excited about privacy, here!"

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Steve lets her punch for awhile before finally letting himself slow down. He watched as Max hit over and over. And then he noticed the skin getting redder and Max showing no sign of stopping. He frowned and stepped closer, not reaching for her yet.

"Hey, Mayfield. Take a break for a sec. Give your knuckles a time out..."

Max stops, mid-punch, and looks at Steve with a frown, then she shrugs.

"I'm still in control," she assures him, getting an idea of what it must have looked like. She does look down at her knuckles, though.

Steve looks at the knuckles too, frowning but not pointing out the obvious. Neither of them are stupid here and Max will ask for bandages if she needs them. He will however butt in to offer different assistance though.

"You're doing really good there. But...uh. Did you want to take a break and...talk?"

"What's there to talk about?" Max asks that in a tone full of frustration, knowing there's a lot to talk about it, and they both know it.

She looks down at her hands, and rolls her eyes. "The fact that when I came here I was seconds away from being brutally killed by an asshole. And I know I'm going back to that. And I'm keeping that fact from my brother - with whom I had a giant fight with to reach some sort of understanding, and I think he would take it super personal I AM keeping this from him - but if I tell him," she shakes her and looks up to the ceiling, "he's insane enough to think he can fight Venca from the dead."

Yeah. There's a lot to talk about, and bandages are the last thing on her mind.

She looks back at Steve, "And, if he can figure out how to do that?" Max shakes her head again. "I am terrified of what Vecna will do to him. I don't want that."

Yeah. Yeah, Steve gets that. He gets it all too well.

"I am pretty sure that if Billy finds out about what happens to you and that we hid it from him, he's gonna be too busy punching my face in to worry about Vecna. At least for a little." He tries to say it as a joke but...it's not really a joke at all.

"Look," he tries, more seriously. "We have no reason to think Vecna can even get here. And we don't know when we'll even be getting back home or how. I don't think it's bad that you want to protect your brother from things while you can. I gotta think he'd do the same thing if the roles were reversed..."

"I'd like it if none of you punch each other," Max reminds Steve, as if he needs the reminder, but still. "And I'm not going to just let him do that, either."

As for going back and Vecna. "I'm not too worried about him showing here," she sighs. "But I know what I'm going back to, regardless of when." The most she can do is, maybe, be better prepared. As if punching Vecna is going to do her any good.

"I know he would do the same. Just more recklessly."

Steve rolls his eyes but yeah, fine. Whatever, Red. You make a good point. Everyone's getting along. Friendship bracelets are on the way.

To the rest, Steve just sighs. "What you're going back to...Even if nothing changes, it's not the end, you know? I won't bullshit you and say it's pretty or that it doesn't still suck. But there's...hope. You're not gone. There's still a whole lot of hope. And I know for a fact that you're not the only fighter in that group. We're gonna do everything we can for you and get you back."

Hey, it'll happen, or she'll bully people into it.

Max sighs, and now it's her turn to roll her eyes.

"That's easy to say when it's not you in the hospital bed." Beat. "I, also, still get to be mad about it"

She gives a sigh. "But, yeah. At least I'm still alive, and we can work with that."

It is easy to say for him. Out of everyone here, Robin and he are the only ones that walk away from Vecna mostly fine. Sure he has scars, but Nancy is okay and Robin is okay and back home he's not in love with Eddie so that is a bummer and nothing more. It is insane to think about now, but it's the reality. And Max? Yeah... She deserves her anger. Steve squeezes her shoulder.

"You can be so fucking mad about it, Mad Max," he says with a smile. "And if you want to punch the shit out of that thing, just let me tape your hands first. Put some padding on the knuckles. Then you can fucking break the thing if you want."

They all have scars, and Max can imagine how infuriating and frustrating it is for everyone else to just watch, and wait. They all deserve to be mad, and as she calms down a little, she can appreciate Steve's attempt to help. He gets a small smile for the squeeze.

Max breathes in, closes her eyes, rolls them up, and ends with a smile as she shakes her head at Steve.

"I guess I should have thought of that," she looks down at her very red knuckles, only feeling the results, now, "But yeah, let's tape them up." Then she'll break the machine.

Steve grins and pats her head before going over to his stuff and grabbing some scraps of fabric he uses as tape. One looks suspiciously like an old sweatshirt of his. Steve sits on the floor and pats the spot next to him so he can start wrapping the hands up.

"You know...a lot of power also comes from your elbow. The bone is hard as shit. I don't recommend hitting the machine with it but, you know. Practicing some swings and stuff in your own time? Bet you could take some assholes out."

The head pat almost gets him a biting comment about her not being five, but, she just rolls her eyes, instead. It's kind of nice. She takes a seat by him and puts her hands out.

Max studies Steve for a moment, taking the information in, then she grins.

"Thank you, for...all of this. You actually can be helpful for something outside of babysitting." Well, she couldn't stay sweet about this forever. Her tone is mostly teasing, at least. She probably would have figured that out at some point, but having it stated out right gets Max there, faster.

"Gee, thanks." But he's grinning, touched by the comment. He's been an only child his whole life so moments like this seem just. More important and powerful than maybe they should. Still, he will appreciate them when they come around.

"Alright, killer." He gives her shoulder a pat. "Go kick some ass."

Frankie said 'Relax'

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cw: talk of brutal impending murder

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SO TIME BLIND OMG

more than ok, I'm on hiatus anyway, lol - wrap on wraps?

Wrap :)