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[ephemerios]

WHO: ephemerios & open
WHERE: Temba
WHAT: Various things that need more friendly cheerleader around
WHEN: Any time between the latter half of April
WARNINGS: None, aside from the default 'assume Stranger Things spoilers live here'.


rain

Chrissy likes the rain, honestly. So, it's not odd to find her out in these short bursts of rain sprinkles lying on the ground and letting the rain fall on her face and the rest of her (she can change into dry clothes later, after all), or even just walking in it, or if she's feeling extra silly — trying to catch raindrops on her tongue the way people do with snowflakes. Despite the damp ground, she also stretches out her limbs with a few cheerleading moves on occasion too.

Overall, it feels oddly refreshing, but she chalks that up to the fact they've been away from here for a while. So, you know, feel free to join in on her fun out here, or ask her what the hell she's doing.

hotel

Spending most of the last few months in ships or on spaceports and the like, Chrissy has missed the room she'd claimed in the hotel when she arrived here. And, while they were on the spaceport, she'd bought (among other things) some cute things for her room that she's slowly putting where it needs to go. Fairy lights get hung up, wall stickers that look like ivy vines get stuck on, an inflatable chair that is both very pink and very glittery gets set up in a corner.

She's doing all this with her door open and a playlist of her favorite 80's music playing (not loud enough to be a real disturbance to people, though). Anyone is welcome to stop in and chat, or wonder about her decoration tastes.

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( put a random starter down and I'll roll with it, or hit me up via PM or discord — since plurk is being awful about notifs as of late — to hash a thing out. )

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rain

[faceguy]

Perhaps unsurprisingly, Leo is a big fan of rain, too. And now that Donnie seems... well enough not to need a 24/7 babysitter, he's out in it, enjoying a walk with the rain dripping on his face.

He has to admit, he's not expecting to come across a girl spread out on the ground, letting herself get soaked.

He leans into her sightline, eyeridge raised. He's taken off his mask because it's the only one he has and he doesn't want it to get too soggy, so all she'll see is green turtle face and his big, red stripes.

"Let me guess, you're secretly some kind of plant."

[ephemerios]

All the cool kids (and not-kids) love rain, this is a fact.

This is the kind of comment she can easily roll with without missing a beat. So, she jokes back with a quick, “I am secretly a plant. Who doesn't want water, sunshine, and other people commenting that you're interesting and-or pretty?”

[faceguy]

Leo can’t help but laugh at that.

“When you put it like that, I want to be a plant, too!”

So saying, he’ll flop down next to her, though since it’s awkward to lay on his shell he lays on his stomach instead, head pillowed on his arms.

“Personally, I think I’m one of the pretty ones.”

[ephemerios]

"No rule says you can't be both." She laughs lightly in response, and nods her head (as it brushes against the ground, yes).

"How's things in the life of a coolest, fastest, strongest, best looking turtle, so far?" That's him, right? A reference to his quote from his first post after showing up.

[faceguy]

Oh wow, she remembered that! He laughs at it.

“Less cool than they could be,” he admits. He turns his head so he can better look at her. “You must be Chrissy the cheerleader! Nice to meet you for real.”

And, you know, lay on the ground together.

rain

[pursuitofcappiness]

"You know," he says, walking by. "We've got a mess with water you can drink. You don't have to catch the rain." Yep, he thinks she's doing this to conserve water. Sorry Chrissy.

[ephemerios]

She laughs some at that as she stops what she's doing to look at him. "We do. But this is fun. Like people do with snowflakes?" A pause. "I got bored and like the rain." She explains.

[pursuitofcappiness]

He thinks he gets it. "Well, I guess there aren't snowflakes here." He turns his face up towards the rain. "I do like it when it rains. It smells nicer."

[ephemerios]

“Smells nicer, peaceful in general, sounds nice..” She could go on, but doesn't. Instead, she asks, “You've been okay lately?” It's a good idea to check on people after events as of late.

[pursuitofcappiness]

"Better than I was on the planet," he admits. "How about you?" He gives her a little smile. He's really starting to care about all these damn teens.

Hotel

[work_wife]

Perks of being one of the Hawkinsites (except for Billy), is that you were always pretty close to the other people. People you knew. People you cared about.

People you might not get to see when you get home again.

And the music brings Robin out of her own room, just a bit further down the hall. Comes closer and pops her head into the doorway.

"Hey th- woah you've been getting things nice in here."

[ephemerios]

"Oh, hey!" She greets, stopping for a moment and offering a bright smile. "I am, yeah, it's .. it needed it. Putting some fun in here; too depressing otherwise. If I'd really been thinking, I would have tried to get my hands on some paint but that's probably not a huge issue to get here." That can be something for future Chrissy to consider.

[work_wife]

Paint, huh? Robin thinks about it.

"I think I've seen some murals around. Seem painted by people like us. Maybe we can find out where they got the paint from and you can paint your room."

Because there's no reason not to go further.

[ephemerios]

She thinks for a second, then nods.

“Seems like a good idea to start with. I assume you're in for helping? You don't have to, of course, but totally welcome to.” It would be a fun project either way.

hotel

[the_freak]

The music lures Eddie, even if it's not his genre, it's at least familiar. When it brings him to Chrissy's door it makes sense, and he leans in the door way to give an appreciative look over her decorating.

"It's very you," he compliments diplomatically, giving a small laugh as they obviously have very different tastes. "Need any help?"

[ephemerios]

“It sure wasn't before.” She also laughs slightly in return. But as for his question and offer: “I was going to break my neck standing on something unstable to stick these up slightly closer to the ceiling, but I will not say no to help from a taller person.” (Cue the 'Chrissy everyone is taller than your 5'3'' ass'.) The 'these' in question is some of her ivy vines wall stickers.

[the_freak]

"It wasn't?" His head tilts curiously, wanting to get a better picture of Chrissy than the one he'd made up from afar.

He snorts with a bit of a pointed look down at the top of her head before nodding nodding, unfolding his arms and stepping away from the door frame to come lend a hand. He neglects to mention how the stickers briefly conjure images of the much less appealing vines in the Upside Down.

"Yeah, I really don't need to see that-" he jokes. A dark joke, having seen that and far more all ready. Once was enough.

welp I wrote a damn novel here

[ephemerios]

"No, it was plain and boring." A pause. "Which, okay maybe some people would say that fits." But that opinion doesn't count, so whatever.

"You know what, fair." She doesn't want to feel it, either, so there's that. It does also remind her about something she's been aware of for a few months, but hasn't said anything to him about, because she wasn't sure how, and also they've been in the middle of chaos the last few months, so not a great chance to. But, now, maybe is good enough. She's silent for a moment, like she's thinking about something Serious™ and how to say it before she finally speaks.

"Also, I don't know if she told you that she told me, but after the whole thing with Upside Down things coming here, I had Robin tell me everything about home. Like everything she knew from Will Byers going missing to after I died." Just to fill in just how much of an infodump she'd asked for and received, even if a lot of it (most of it) was hard to know about and hard enough for Robin to recount. "I took detailed notes and have it all still, but that doesn't really matter I guess. What does is.." She trails off slightly, pausing again, but only for a second or two. "I'm so sorry; if I had known what that was going to lead to, I would have stayed well on the other side of town." Robin didn't have to say too much about that (so as to be avoiding giving some details that weren't hers to give) for Chrissy to get the picture — all it took saying was that people killed by Vecna didn't have their bodies pulled into some weird dimension (Chrissy was hoping for that option, because no evidence) and just remained where they were, and that Jason is/was actually fucking unhinged (not Robin's words). And yes, she knows it's not her fault for dying, or her responsibility to apologize for that or for Jason's actions (he can do that his own damn self, except not because she will be driven to commit a single murder if he ever shows up here and so he wouldn't have time to), but she still does it anyway. "And I just want you to know I completely disagree with the views and actions that people I was close to used me dying as an excuse for." That probably goes without saying, but she wants to say it too. "They're just—" And this last brief pause is shorter still; so short it's barely noticeable. "—fucking assholes, really." Chrissy doesn't curse — maybe in her head, or under her breath when she's alone and really mad at something, but not out loud around other people (she wasn't raised that way, and her parents would have started WWIII if she had said a single thing like it out loud) — but it feels fitting Eddie be the first one to actually hear a couple from her. Because, really, fuck being ladylike or whatever right now.

rain

[cactusy]

During one of the times when she's flat out on the ground, Shaw spots her from a distance, and comes to what she feels is the most logical conclusion in this situation: someone is either injured or dead.

"Hey!" she calls out, breaking away from the doorway she's been sheltering under and jogging towards Chrissy's prone form. "Are you conscious? Can you hear me?"

[ephemerios]

Chrissy sits up and looks at the person moving in her direction. “Yeah, I'm good, just rain naps.” Not that she was actually sleeping, but she could have been. “Me being injured would be way more dramatic than this, I'm sure, no worries.”

[cactusy]

"Rain... naps."

Shaw lifts her gaze up to the clouds, raises her eyebrows, then looks back down at Chrissy.

"That's a thing? Isn't this what we invented umbrellas specifically to avoid?"

[ephemerios]

"They are now. Because I said so." Sure, that works. This is her logic, ok, don't question it!! (Maybe question it a little)

"people are too afraid of rain. It's not like it's going to kill anyone, just get a bit soaked at worst."

hotel

[madginger]

Max, heavily, appreciates Chrissy's tastes in music. Usually, in the hotel, thanks to the thin walls, she walks around with her headphones on, but when she gets close to Chrissy's room, she's able to stop her walkman, for a change. She slips off the headphones and wanders in to take a look.

"This is pretty sweet," Max comments as she physically whirls around. "I should spend more time in your room." Granted, this also gives her ideas for her own.

[ephemerios]

“Oh, thanks. And yes, you should; you're always welcome to come hang out anyway.” She looks to the very extra looking inflatable chair. “You can have a seat if you want.”

[madginger]

Max might be repulsed by the chair for being pink, but bright colors are a familiar 80s thing, and right now, she feels comforted by it, instead.

"I guess I have to. Unless you want me to hold something up for you?" Max asks, still looking at the fairy lights in awe.

"Definitely have to do something with my room, now. If we're going to be here, why stare at blank walls. Kinda depressing."