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From the sewers to a space ship

WHO: Eddie Kaspbrak and YOU
WHERE: Bishop, then open
WHAT: OMFG WHERE THE FUCK AM I?!
WHEN: Now? When the fuck is now even?
WARNINGS: Language, mostly. Possible canon talk

Bishop

There's a man in one of the bunks who was absolutely not there before. He looks (and smells) like he just rolled out of the sewers. His jeans, t-shirt and hoodie are covered in an array of multicolored substances. His left cheek is bandaged in a very soiled gauze patch. Needless to say... He looks worse for wear.

He sits bolt upright with a terrified gasp. "Richie!" His eyes wide with fright, he looks around. "Whaaaaat the fuck?" Inexplicably, he knows where he is and what he's doing there, but that doesn't make him feel any better. He was in the cavern, saving Richie and something... Something was wrong. He makes a face as he reached back to scratch a weird itch in the middle of his back. Alright. He's not going to get any answers sitting in bed.

He gets up and moves to the door, peeking out. It's going to take him a while to find the way out of the ship, especially considering the tightness in his chest. He wasn't claustrophobic usually, but he had to get some air. He can be found wandering aimlessly around the ship, looking confused and slightly panicked.

Outside the ship

When he finally stumbles outside, he takes a few deep breaths. "Ohthankfuck." Leaning forward, he braces his hands on his legs and tries to get his breathing back to normal. Once he feels sufficiently calm, he takes a deep breath and straightens.

Then he sees his first alien and that goes out the fucking window. Hello Coruscant. There's a human in the space port alternating between screaming in terror and laughing awkwardly as he tries to figure out if he's really hallucinating and having an anneurism at the same time.

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Richie looks around the area again. One person seems to have all their hair curled and wrapped into an elaborate headdress. Another is in a pilot's outfit? Maybe? It's almost as filthy as Eddie's clothes are. Another is in just full robes. Like he was Gandalf just wandering around. Nothing looked particularly "normal". But that didn't mean they couldn't try and look around a bit more.

"Okay. Well. Uh. I am sure there are some sort of hotels or something here that have a bathroom. If not then, hell. There's a water fountain thing over there and I'll watch out as you bathe like a little duckling. But first... First, yeah. Let's go and look for something maybe bordering on normal and something better for that cheek."

He extends a hand forward as though presenting the walkway to Eddie.

"After you, Lord Edward-Spaghedward."

"I'm not..." Eddie sighs, rolling his eyes so hard his whole head moves along for the ride. "Let's find a hotel. I'm not swimming in a fucking fountain like you did on a dare when we were kids."

He nudges him with his shoulder as he passes, "Don't fucking call me that, asshole." He's smiling, though, which undermines the complaint a little. For all his bluster, he does enjoy Richie's humor. He did when they were kids, even when they bickered over stupid shit. The fact that they'd forgotten each other for nearly three decades still broke his heart. They were so close and to just disappear from each other's lives... he can't help but wonder if they'd have turned out differently if that hadn't happened.

As they walked, he looked around for anything that looked like a hotel. "Well, do you have any ideas, Columbus, or are we just going to sail around until we find something that looks like it might be a hotel but is actually someone's fucking house?"

He'd almost forgotten about that dare. "Dude. That was epic. What are you talking about? The security guard for the mall came out and was acting all tough. And then you had to pretend to have an asthma attack to distract him while I escaped? That was amazing."

He follows behind Eddie, still smiling and feeling pretty pleased about the whole situation. He can't read any of the signs that are around them but there is a tall building that looks vaguely hotel-like. Either that or an office building, he figures. As good a place to start as any.

"Let's go that way. And, also, I am not Columbus. If I was Columbus I would just randomly walk into one of these buildings, plant a flag, and start demanding shit from the people there. I'm better than that dick. Call me... uh... Fuck. I wish I hadn't failed history, now..."

He snorted, "pretending, my ass. I thought I was gonna get busted and my Mom was gonna kill me!" Thankfully the guard took pity on him and let him go without calling his mother. Ah, good times.

The image of Richie planting a flag and striking a pose while demanding ridiculous shit made Eddie laugh. For a moment he forgot they were on a literal alien planet. "Dude. You'd be the worst conqueror. And I don't fucking know, I didn't do much better than you did!" He paused, frowning a little and looking around. "I guess we could ask someone..."

"Oh yeah, sure." Richie looks around for a second and points to a...person? Something. They are green with giant, black eyes and hair made out of what looks like tentacles? Yeah...maybe? Sure. "Go ahead. Go ask them. First you can start by asking them about their optometrist because I'm pretty sure I'm due and they'd know a good one. Then you can see if he can direct us to Space Old Navy."

Richie isn't serious but waves is arm in a clear dare for Eddie to do just that. Honestly, did these people even speak English? Did they have magic language abilities from the Agrii? If not then Richie was absolutely going to complain.

Where were the Agrii managers? Richie is going to Karen out.

Eddie turns and makes an involuntary noise when he sees the alien. What the fuck?! "Dude... is that hair or do you think he can move them?"

Shit... Richie is totally daring him. That is the unmistakable Richie signal for 'I fucking dare you, you wuss.' He's fucked. But... well, they're supposed to learn shit. And if he just thinks of them as a big guy in NYC with dreads it isn't as scary. He swallows, giving Richie a sideways glance. "Well, fine, since you're obviously too chicken..."

Taking a breath, Eddie holds his head high and walks right over to the alien. He smiles, trying no to sound too nervous. "Hey, uh, I'm kind of new here. Any idea where I could get some new clothes?"

Richie can't help but laugh as Eddie walks over to prove himself in this decade-long pissing contest the two of them can't let go. The alien seems to look at Eddie curiously enough before pointing to a shop at the end of the street and garbling out some words that Richie can't hear. Probably directions to another one, in case they hate the stuff there.

"Ask him if he has any tips for the ophthalmologist! Or a hairdresser!" Richie calls, still cackling at Eddie's pale but stern face.

God, he loves that man.

How is it that being around Richie makes him feel like a stupid teenager again? How?!

But the bigger question is how is it that he doesn't seem to care?

As Richie calls out to him, Eddie flips him off behind his back. The alien looks at the shouting human quizzically. Eddie apologizes for his stupid friend and thanks him for the information. Heading back to Richie, he shakes his head. "Fuck you, dude. Are you coming, or what? Maybe we'll find a hat to cover that giant head of yours."

Richie barks out a laugh and gives Eddie a small punch on the arm. "You're just jealous that my brain is so big that it needs all this room. I would be too. Must be rough for you to be this close to genius all the time..."

He winks at Eddie and starts off toward where the shop for clothes is. Hopefully it won't be anything too weird-looking.

"While you get some clothes, I should probably figure out a place to clean you up. And some new shit for your face. Unless you want some help picking out pants."

Eddie gives him a shove in return, "You'd know. You're so close and yet so far."

He definitely hopes there are some relatively normal clothes. So far what he's seen others wearing doesn't make him feel too confident about that, but beggars can't be choosers. He rolls his eyes, "I think I can manage to find some pants, dipshit. You think you can handle talking to someone and getting directions? Or do you need me to do that for you again?"

"You forget who the extrovert of the group is," Richie says with an exaggerated wink and a roll of his shoulders. There doesn't seem to be anyone around at first that he can actually talk to. But ah! There. Richie sees a woman in long robes who looks approachable and human enough for a chat. At the door of the shop, Richie claps a hand on Eddie's shoulder and smiles.

"Okay. You get new clothes. I will meet you back here with bandages and some sort of plan to get that greywater off of you. Sound like a deal? Although... I won't lie. If you get one of those weird dresses I'm seeing around here, I might pretend not to know you..."

Eddie makes a face. Richie says that as if most of the Losers weren't extroverts in their own way. Of course, he definitely was the loudest and most in-your-face about it. It was good to see Richie happy and acting like himself, though. That gave him hope that this might not be so bad.

He snorts, "Yeah, you say that now. Next thing I know you're gonna be daring me to get one." He could already see the dare wars beginning. Shooting Richie a smirk, he jerked his head in a direction generally away from the shop. "Go on, asshole. Just don't get kidnapped and end up some alien slave or something."

"Hey, some of those slaves are wearing metal bikinis. Don't lie, you're just dying to see me parade around in one. I know you, Eds..."

He winks at the guy and cackles as he rushes off to go on his errand. It's the best thing he can do to stop his heart from beating out of his fucking chest at the thought that he was joke-flirting with Eddie. Eddie! If he tried to do it again he'd probably vomit all over the floor and wouldn't that just be irresistible to all the men here?

"Oh my God, Richie," he complained to himself. "Are we ever gonna stop being twelve?"

Eddie shouted after him, "Yeah, your mom, maybe!" Turning back to the shop, he found a few aliens giving him weird looks. Fuck. He gave them a sheepish smile. "No, no. Not really. I... Oh fuck it."

Sighing, he heads into the shop to find some clothes.

It takes him a little bit to find stuff that isn't too weird, but eventually he's standing outside with a bag, looking for his wayward friend.

Richie comes back with a grin and a few new items in his hands. "Dude!" He was all but jogging which wasn't easy for a man of his age and health habits. Still, just seeing Eddie was enough to put some pep in his step. Even with some time passing, Richie can still remember the bone-deep grief he'd wallowed in after Eddie's death. And now that was over.

As long as that cheek didn't fester.

"Dude, there is this big like... I don't know. Temple thing. Everyone in there is all magic and Matilda-y. It's fucking cool. And they gave me stuff for your face that will make it all better."

Eddie's eyebrows raise at the jogging. No, really. Richie is jogging. Is hell frozen? Granted, they're on an alien planet so who the fuck knows.

"Everyone is what?" He shakes his head, "Okay, cool. It's not going to do anything weird, is it? Also I still need to wash this shit off my... uh... everything." He gestures to himself. "Any idea where I can do that?"

"Yeah, man. Don't worry. There's a hotel place that I think is just over that way. Rent a room, grab a shower, boom. You're no longer a creature from the bleck lagoon," he says with an exaggerated little grin. Silently asking Eddie to both understand the joke and to laugh at it.

"C'mon. Let's go." He starts to lead the way while also peering at what Eddie got for himself. "Okay, spill. Did they have your particular style of polos here? A nice sweater vest, maybe?"

Eddie shorts, shooting Richie a smile. "Yeah, you won't see me in another lagoon any time soon." It really is nice to joke around with Richie like everything's normal.

He follows, rolling his eyes at the question. "No, asshole. Seriously, though, a lot of the shit in there was really fucking weird! It took me a while to find something I could actually wear. They look like that should be comfortable, though."

Even with him covered in sewage, Richie is desperate to have contact with Eddie. The guy's back from the fucking grave and seeing him smile and tease back is like balm on gaping wound. He'll never get enough.

"I can't wait for the fashion show. Do you think you can make Bev proud?"

"Oh maaaaan." Eddie shook his head, grinning at the thought of the fairest of all the Losers. "Could you imagine Bev here? She'd lose her fucking mind over some of the clothes. Fuck, I think everyone'd find something to like about this place. Hey, maybe there's a comedy club. You could steal some alien jokes." He gently shoved Richie's shoulder with a laugh.

Richie shoved Eddie right back and beamed at him. "Fuck that, man. I don't need to steal jokes anymore. I don't know why I was doing that in the first place. Nah, I am going to go back to talking about what I know:

"Your mom."

Eddie didn't even care that the aliens were looking at them with disdain as they fucked around like stupid teenagers in the street. He pointed a finger at Richie, "Fuck you, dude."

Tilting his head, he shrugged, "I mean, it's like I was telling your sister the other night..." He trailed off, giving Richie a pointed look. Two could play that game.

"Ooooh! Fuck you, man. My sister has better taste than that." He swung an arm around Eddie's neck and yanked him in, other hand giving him a noogie. Of course the whole time he was laughing, tickled by this familiar fight.

"Besides, you wouldn't know what to do with her. That girl would destroy you and that's no way to lose your virginity."

"Hey!" Eddie flailed, nearly dropping his bag as he tried to extract himself from Richie's grip. "Shut the fuck up, asshole. Besides, if I wanted to be destroyed I'd just fuck your mom again."

"Get your own material, leech."

The hotel is close and Richie grabs Eddie's elbow to unnecessarily guide him the rest of the short distance. "And, really, you're in like. A fucking glass house right now when it comes to fucking mothers. I got to see Myra, dude. That is like...Freud's whole dissertation in one relationship. I'll let you blame the clown for that but...seriously. Glass house. Crystal glass house. Shouldn't even kick up some gravel in there..."

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