sooooooo. nancy. any chance you have a badass weapon with you that you can also hide pretty easily under whatever it is one wears to a fancy banquet on a freaky monster island?[ please say 'yes', nancy. he has so much hope and faith in you.
also has this sent? pretty fucking unclear. hopefully it works! ]
[ banished. ooh. shit, were they supposed to pick codenames? now she kind of wants a codename, too. but... later, she'll think of one later. for now she's struggling to figure out how to put her typewriting skills to use. except there's no way to use the proper keystrokes when it's so tiny. ugh. okay. thumbs, then. she played a couple nintendo games with mike a few times, before he broke it. ...anyway. ]
I might. I would just need to find the right dress.
I can't say I ever imagined having a reason to type a sentence like that before.
good. great. perfect. knew i could count on you. what do you have?[ because eddie's got some knives he's picked up in the last month and a nail-filled trashcan lid that's not going to cut it on the sneaky front. ]this might be your fatima blush moment.
well. i never thought i'd have to ask so we're pretty even. [ jury's out on where this ranks to the supernatural woes of a month ago. ]
maybe as a precaution? shit. we have to figure out how we get more ammo for stuff here.
she was badass is what she was! we don't have a james bond here so everyone's safe. [ until they get on wheeler's bad side, he thinks. then all bets are off. ]
So far I've had three pairs of kitten heels show up in my closet, but they don't seem to think an extra box or two of shells would be useful. It would almost be funny if it wasn't actually completely ludicrous.
I'd make the argument that I'd much rather just be James Bond, but I'm pretty sure he never carried a shotgun. Maybe a revolver? But I doubt it.
can you stab anyone with the kitten heels?[ what do kittens have to do with anything here, wheeler? ]i've had weed, my guitar, and books show up but nothing even close to weaponry so i think we're shit out of luck there.
a revolver for sure and a lot of fancy futuristic technology. i think he had lasers! shit. imagine lasers against the monsters. we'd be set.
No, unfortunately not. I actually can't imagine a scenario where trying to stab someone with a kitten heel would actually be effective. However, if my stilettos show up? Then we might have something we can work with.
[ because of course karen got her a pair of proper high heels for her 16th birthday. she's literally never worn them, but she does own a pair. and now she's actually hoping that they show up. yikes. desperate times. ]
i'm gonna pretend like i know the difference here, wheeler. i'm gonna guess stilettos are sharp and stabby.[ but if it's the stabby kind, can she walk in them on cobblestone and run from monsters? if so? badass. ]
my copy of 'the fellowship of the ring' showed up. i guess this place was feeling sentimental.
Kitten heels are much smaller, less than an inch. My Stilettos have a three inch heel. Two inches might not seem like much, but it can make a huge difference when it comes to don't you dare eddie munson don't say anything I already know how that sounded and I was going to say it makes a huge difference when it comes to how well it would actually work as a weapon.
[ he definitely spends a few minutes cackling and preparing to tease before deciding to give nancy a break. ]whatever do you mean? i am the epitome of innocence. a little lamb. i wouldn’t have said a thing.
weaponry. right, right.
and it was my mom’s.[ but anyway! ]not very useful, huh?
A little lamb! He says, to the girl who practically invented weaponizing disarmingly curly locks like ours.
[ to be fair, it did make her laugh. but then he goes and unexpectedly slings something soft at her, and that sobers her up pretty quick ]
As someone who's been dealing with this kind of shit for way, way too long, I promise you that something special like that will actually be very useful.
❰ you must be pretty busy right now for whatever reason, nancy, because the next time you look at your phone you have 10 missed calls from the mysteriously labeled "milkduds."
and also another call is coming through right now, coincidentally! ❱
[ maybe she was just having a really big think!! and.. also maybe forgot that her device was even a thing. she's still getting used to it, okay! the phones in her house were always loud enough to pull her out of her train of thought, this thing? not so much.
but here, okay, she's answering, she's answering-! even if there's a slight pause before she actually says anything, because wait milkduds, wha-? ]
Hello?
3:22 am, October 2nd. he's sleeping just fine, thanks for asking
( the nightmare world has faded off, for now, and everyone is in recovery mode. it would be super reasonable for Nancy to be passed the hell out, right now, he almost feels bad for messaging. Steve just figures... well... probably he's not the only one who can't sleep after all that shit. being exhausted is immaterial, he's not sleepy at all. )
Think these scratches are gonna heal up, or am I doomed to looking like a werewolf halfassed mauling me forever?
[ nancy's doing a really, really great job at pretending to attempt to actually get some sleep. there is some oscar-winning pretending going on over here. the sudden buzz quiet chime combo of her phone notification does make her breath catch, but that's on her for setting it down on her bed only about 5 inches from her face.
and to be clear, she's frowning right now, not pouting. this is a frown. ]
I would have to take a look at it again, but I have a feeling you might be stuck with some scarring this time, Superman. Are the bandages staying put? is it starting to hurt more???
[ uh oh it took her a second, but fake-sleepy brain might be juuust real enough that she's accidentally let herself jump to a worst case scenario ]
hi i'm a st teen, 19, and i never learned how to sleep after a traumatic experience
[ depending on how close all their little houses are, it's actually very possible he heard her actually quiet-shout at her phone. although whether she said "steve" or "idiot" is honestly up for debate. she's sitting up properly now, her frown morphing into a BIGGER frown. ]
Yes, I do know. And if you're trying to avoid the werewolf attack victim look, taking the bandages off is actually the opposite of what you should be doing. They really should stay covered up for at least another day or two, because if they get irritated by something, they'll only take longer to heal.
I know, I know. They're so goddamn itchy, that's all. The scratches, not the bandages. ...okay, both I guess. But the cuts especially.
( it's fine, he just got antsy about his scratches itching and in his own moment of worryworryworry and was sure that ghost claws were filthy and the cuts were infected. they don't seem to be. they're just... open and ugly and raw. )
I'll wrap them up again, all right? I will. I was just hoping I could find some neosporin or something first.
You have no idea how close I am to trying to find mittens for your hands and duct tape to keep them in place, because you are just
[ man, these little phones are dangerous, huh???? because she can just go typing away and send out whatever thought she thinks without hesitation. which isn't embarrassing at all, nope. ]
There's still some left in the tube we used the first time. I've got it with me here.
[ which, belatedly, was pretty foolish of her. but maybe she didn't think he'd just take the bandages off himself! or. just. without her there. for some reason. but if he was already feeling itchy, maybe she skimped too much on the neosporin the first time. hm. ]
Do you remember the part where I said it was itchy? Why would you want to add a third itchy into that situation?
( no duct taping mittens onto him, Nancy, he rejects that idea. )
Well, I thought I had some, too. But I don't. Should have checked on that before I took the bandages off, you don't have to say it, I know. Is there a similar itch relief option I can use, or am I just cursed to wanting finish the job.
They're supposed to stop you from being able to scratch where it itches, so you don't end up accidentally making it worse.
What? No, I meant that you should just come over to patch back up now, use the rest of the one I have here. Or I can do it, if you want. If it'll be easier that way? Patching you up, I mean.
You don't have to, obviously, but you can. We'll just have to restock tomorrow.
Then the cuts would itch, my neck would itch, and my hands would itch. This place is already nightmare enough without three times the itchy.
( it isn't as if Nancy is far. none of them had wanted to pick apartments too far from the group, just in case. still, it didn't really click Nancy was suggesting he come over, until she says it in plain English.
he's just used to being left to his own devices, in the aftermath. Nancy already fixed him up once, with that stern quiet look on her face that was probably an attempt to not look obviously worried. it does feel a bit like he should clean up his own mess, since he's the one that made it. )
You sure you aren't sleeping? Obviously you aren't sleeping. You're answering. I'm just saying you could be sleeping, instead of being stuck patching up the same guy twice.
Alright, alright, you're right, you totally win this time, okay? No mittens, promise.
[ since when does she fold so quickly, you ask? since right now. not that she was actually going to find mittens for him, she's pretty sure no amount of worry could actually get her to that level. ... pretty sure. ]
We both should be sleeping, technically. But I will honestly, genuinely sleep better tonight, if you let me do this for you. It's a completely selfish request, scouts honor. Just come over, okay? Please? Or I can go to yours. Either one.
Not like you could find mittens in a coastal ghost town, anyway. Please don't take that as a challenge to learn how to knit just to one up me on the existence of mittens.
( Steve is already sure he's going to have nightmares about the triple itchy he's so desperate to avoid, even without Nancy bothering to procure any mittens. though, if he has nightmares about that, he can't have nightmares about a monstrous ghost nearly ripping his throat out, or cutting his own arm open, so, maybe dreaming about wanting to crawl out of his skin wouldn't be so bad. Nancy might have done him a favor, here.
it doesn't really sound selfish on paper there, Nance, but with the idea of Nancy's sleep on the line, Steve can't really insist that he'll handle it himself. maybe he doesn't want to handle it himself, anyway. )
Okay, okay. I'll come over. I just need to find a shirt.
( a shirt he can put on without scraping down the open front of his throat, which, might be a challenge. )
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I might. I would just need to find the right dress.
I can't say I ever imagined having a reason to type a sentence like that before.
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good. great. perfect. knew i could count on you. what do you have? [ because eddie's got some knives he's picked up in the last month and a nail-filled trashcan lid that's not going to cut it on the sneaky front. ] this might be your fatima blush moment.
well. i never thought i'd have to ask so we're pretty even. [ jury's out on where this ranks to the supernatural woes of a month ago. ]
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[ and hah aah this place was a monster-filled nightmare for a minute? so. prioritizing those bullets is pretty important to her. ]
Wasn't she an assassin? She was definitely trying to kill James Bond.
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she was badass is what she was! we don't have a james bond here so everyone's safe. [ until they get on wheeler's bad side, he thinks. then all bets are off. ]
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I'd make the argument that I'd much rather just be James Bond, but I'm pretty sure he never carried a shotgun. Maybe a revolver? But I doubt it.
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a revolver for sure and a lot of fancy futuristic technology. i think he had lasers! shit. imagine lasers against the monsters. we'd be set.
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However, if my stilettos show up? Then we might have something we can work with.
[ because of course karen got her a pair of proper high heels for her 16th birthday. she's literally never worn them, but she does own a pair. and now she's actually hoping that they show up. yikes. desperate times. ]
Books?
[ this fuckin nerd ]
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my copy of 'the fellowship of the ring' showed up. i guess this place was feeling sentimental.
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[ ...god. ANYway. ]
Is it your favorite?
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weaponry. right, right.
and it was my mom’s. [ but anyway! ] not very useful, huh?
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He says, to the girl who practically invented weaponizing disarmingly curly locks like ours.
[ to be fair, it did make her laugh. but then he goes and unexpectedly slings something soft at her, and that sobers her up pretty quick ]
As someone who's been dealing with this kind of shit for way, way too long, I promise you that something special like that will actually be very useful.
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and also another call is coming through right now, coincidentally! ❱
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but here, okay, she's answering, she's answering-! even if there's a slight pause before she actually says anything, because wait milkduds, wha-? ]
Hello?
3:22 am, October 2nd. he's sleeping just fine, thanks for asking
Think these scratches are gonna heal up, or am I doomed to looking like a werewolf halfassed mauling me forever?
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and to be clear, she's frowning right now, not pouting. this is a frown. ]
I would have to take a look at it again, but I have a feeling you might be stuck with some scarring this time, Superman. Are the bandages staying put? is it starting to hurt more???
[ uh oh it took her a second, but fake-sleepy brain might be juuust real enough that she's accidentally let herself jump to a worst case scenario ]
hi i'm a st teen, 19, and i never learned how to sleep after a traumatic experience
It's not so bad. Sort of like a shaving cut, only there's three of them, and going the wrong direction.
They were staying put, before I took them off.
( how is he gonna be vainly despondent about obvious stripes across his neck if they're bandaged, nancy?? cmon. )
It's not like I didn't have scars already. These are just gonna be so goddamn obvious. You know?
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[ depending on how close all their little houses are, it's actually very possible he heard her actually quiet-shout at her phone. although whether she said "steve" or "idiot" is honestly up for debate. she's sitting up properly now, her frown morphing into a BIGGER frown. ]
Yes, I do know.
And if you're trying to avoid the werewolf attack victim look, taking the bandages off is actually the opposite of what you should be doing. They really should stay covered up for at least another day or two, because if they get irritated by something, they'll only take longer to heal.
[ lecture lecture worry worry worry ]
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The scratches, not the bandages. ...okay, both I guess. But the cuts especially.
( it's fine, he just got antsy about his scratches itching and in his own moment of worryworryworry and was sure that ghost claws were filthy and the cuts were infected. they don't seem to be. they're just... open and ugly and raw. )
I'll wrap them up again, all right? I will.
I was just hoping I could find some neosporin or something first.
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no idea how close I am to trying to find mittens for your hands and duct tape to keep them in place, because you are just
[ man, these little phones are dangerous, huh???? because she can just go typing away and send out whatever thought she thinks without hesitation. which isn't embarrassing at all, nope. ]
There's still some left in the tube we used the first time. I've got it with me here.
[ which, belatedly, was pretty foolish of her. but maybe she didn't think he'd just take the bandages off himself! or. just. without her there. for some reason. but if he was already feeling itchy, maybe she skimped too much on the neosporin the first time. hm. ]
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( no duct taping mittens onto him, Nancy, he rejects that idea. )
Well, I thought I had some, too. But I don't. Should have checked on that before I took the bandages off, you don't have to say it, I know.
Is there a similar itch relief option I can use, or am I just cursed to wanting finish the job.
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What? No, I meant that you should just come over to patch back up now, use the rest of the one I have here.
Or I can do it, if you want.
If it'll be easier that way?
Patching you up, I mean.
You don't have to, obviously, but you can. We'll just have to restock tomorrow.
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( it isn't as if Nancy is far. none of them had wanted to pick apartments too far from the group, just in case. still, it didn't really click Nancy was suggesting he come over, until she says it in plain English.
he's just used to being left to his own devices, in the aftermath. Nancy already fixed him up once, with that stern quiet look on her face that was probably an attempt to not look obviously worried. it does feel a bit like he should clean up his own mess, since he's the one that made it. )
You sure you aren't sleeping?
Obviously you aren't sleeping. You're answering.
I'm just saying you could be sleeping, instead of being stuck patching up the same guy twice.
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[ since when does she fold so quickly, you ask? since right now. not that she was actually going to find mittens for him, she's pretty sure no amount of worry could actually get her to that level. ... pretty sure. ]
We both should be sleeping, technically.
But I will honestly, genuinely sleep better tonight, if you let me do this for you. It's a completely selfish request, scouts honor.
Just come over, okay? Please?
Or I can go to yours. Either one.
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Please don't take that as a challenge to learn how to knit just to one up me on the existence of mittens.
( Steve is already sure he's going to have nightmares about the triple itchy he's so desperate to avoid, even without Nancy bothering to procure any mittens. though, if he has nightmares about that, he can't have nightmares about a monstrous ghost nearly ripping his throat out, or cutting his own arm open, so, maybe dreaming about wanting to crawl out of his skin wouldn't be so bad. Nancy might have done him a favor, here.
it doesn't really sound selfish on paper there, Nance, but with the idea of Nancy's sleep on the line, Steve can't really insist that he'll handle it himself. maybe he doesn't want to handle it himself, anyway. )
Okay, okay.
I'll come over. I just need to find a shirt.
( a shirt he can put on without scraping down the open front of his throat, which, might be a challenge. )
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