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measuringdicks) wrote2020-09-07 02:32 am
measuringdicks) wrote2020-09-07 02:32 am
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welcome to the trench chapter of interdimensional hostage bullshit anonymous! unfortunately no one can come to the phone right now because we’re being fucked over by the multiverse again, so leave a message after the beep. we’ll get back to you if we’re still here.
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oh i hate memory share stuff. get used to THAT shit being used against you all the time here. along with any personal shit you have going on
guess everyone has to party sometimes but maybe especially in hell places like these. guess it is to keep group morale up or something
the clothes here can sometimes be enchanted too for the parties. like this one year if you even touched the clothes it made you go bonkers to wear them and go to the party even if you werent a partying kinda person
octobers just around the bend who knows maybe you'll get to see it after all
(W o w. Okay. Eddie could deal with this situation up until Richie starts saying stuff like that. It's Eddie's turn to bury his face into a pillow and wish for an early death.)
wow stumpy arm and everything?
they'd sell like hot cakes.
tw amputation
are you free right now??
I have comic books from the shop here and like four candy bars left over from a different world
ugh I hate that shit
I think my memories getting blasted out to the public were probably responsible for at least two people developing a fear of clowns
it’s fucking awful that memory share shit always goes for the shitty traumatic memories like there isn’t a MILLION other memories to choose from
you could just have a boring day at school broadcast on the network
[Richie is exceedingly lucky so far, though, that nobody but Caleb’s seen anything more than the clown, and Caleb was already gay before then. He is well aware of that luck, and how easily it could run out on him before he gets the chance to tell.
He’s going to have to tell Eddie at least some of his secret, sooner or later. But for now, let it be later.]
oh great now you can’t trust clothes either
but at least places like this know how to throw a fuckin’ party
yes
stumpy arm and everything
don’t get me wrong I hate that so much shit happened to you and losing a limb just straight up fucking sucks a rotten cock no matter what but
you’re still you, you know? despite everything
you’re still good
[Eddie is Eddie, and Richie’s always going to love him the most, even in the Losers, even in this family that he loves with all his heart. He’ll love him, he thinks, until they’re both dust and ashes for good.]
$10 a shirt
we’ll be so rich we can buy a lifetime supply of incense
tw amputation, emotional abuse via shitty parent
yeah you can come over now
(He was just going to have to...fix things in his room. Which he's already sprinting around to do.)
please tell me your diet consists of more than just candy bars
like you eat real meals too right
this one time here there were like zombie versions of people from our worlds. so people got to see my mom and henry bowers as a zombie and that went about as well as you'd think
it's probably because boring days at school aren't what get glued inside your head
(Eddie's had far too many private moments of his own life just casually thrown into people's faces. Mostly traumatic, yeah, but there were other things too. And he had taken years to get to where he was about all of that stuff. He didn't even know how far Richie was on all that, and he wasn't about to push him into a corner over it.
He wasn't about to do anything period. Except just try and be a normal friend.
Which is apparently going to be impossible. Eddie had some pretty weird feelings about losing his arm that sounded delusional out of context. It didn't bother him as much as people might think, but then again, he'd always dealt with physical pain with a shocking amount of grace. It was provable, that's why. Losing his arm wasn't in his head like everything his mom had wanted him to believe. A doctor couldn't look him in the eye and lie about him losing his arm. Eddie could see it for himself.
...But still... The only nervousness he'd had about the whole thing was, admittedly, pretty shallow. He already had issues with how he looked and God knows one of his first coherent thoughts after losing his limb had been him worrying about what Richie might think. Which in hindsight was really stupid for a whole slew of reasons. Stupid because he should have already known Richie wouldn't see him any differently. Stupid because he probably shouldn't be worried about that at all.
But he was and seeing Richie say stuff like that gives him a staggering sort of relief. You're still good. Eddie looks down at his freshly crafted prosthetic and the ceramic fingers. Still good. Yeah, he could take that.
Eddie realizes it's been like a solid ten minutes of having an existential crisis and he's snatching his phone back up.)
thanks richie. (Anticlimatic, maybe, but he was busy trying not to burst into tears. He's slammed with how much he missed Richie and he feels antsier than he has in weeks.)
i'm actually making incense right now. i dont even buy em
we can put the money towards something significantly cooler
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[He’s just going to frantically fix himself up, in the meantime. Is this shirt okay? Do these pants look fine? This is Eddie, he won’t give a shit if Richie comes up looking like he just rolled out of bed, but damn it maybe Richie wants to look like he didn’t.
Oh god he has to change out of this shirt, there’s a weird stain on it.]
ezbake mac n cheese and Froot Loops
I’m kidding
the candy bars are just for when I’m on the go
if I wanted an actual meal back in superhero Earth I’d nuke the leftovers or order takeout, they give me discounts bc I’m an imPort (aka interdimensional hostage)
oh
I just imagined Bowers as a zombie and almost puked
that’s fucking horrible
were the others here at least
at least they’re not here-here they just show up as like
zombies or hallucinations or shit like that
just once
just fucking once
one of those memory share things should just be an hour of the shittiest English class
no clown bullshit just
that time you didn’t study failed a pop quiz or something
like it would be embarrassing as fuck but at this point, fuck it, no one’s ever been scared of quizzes
you’re welcome
[And he’ll keep saying it and saying it until it sinks in, and past that.]
how do you make incense anyway
projector and silver screen for the clubhouse
for movie marathons
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(Eddie was already blessedly dressed for the occasion, but he had gone out to run errands earlier and he rarely left the house unstyled or underdressed. He was way more worried about obscuring some hard-hitting evidence like the R+E that had been carefully, lovingly carved into his bed's headboard. He winds up taping some dried flowers over it instead. It didn't look that out of place. Dried flowers were all around his bed. He winds up taking some polaroids down.
There's a spare pair of Richie's glasses that he kept on his nightstand next to his own inhaler, but neither wind up touched. He's had both there for a little over two years now and wasn't about to move them. They were reminders - important ones - of things Eddie didn't want to forget no matter how much it sucked to sometimes remember.
He also winds up putting away the concerning amount of orange pill bottles that sat on his desk. He leaves only three out. Different pain medications. Normal stuff for a guy who just had a body make-over. But now - did he play music? He was already playing music but maybe that'd be too-)
ugh.
okay. so i'll make you dinner tonight too then
stan showed up as a zombie. i think georgie did too. but that's about it.
you only say that because you're like, smart. i think ive failed like every pop quiz i ever had because i just fuckin blank on the spot and panic for the 5 minutes we're supposed to take it in and then the teachers like "pass your papers up" and im sitting there and forgot to even write my name at th top lol
(And now he was a formal school drop out. Miracles do happen.)
i will show you when you get here. it's not too difficult
oooooh
thats actually
a really good idea
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[Five minutes for Richie to hurriedly comb his hair and look presentable the way his mom used to despair he would never look. It's—debatable how successful this attempt is.]
I actually meant were Bill and Ben here when that happened but
fuck that sucks
although holy fuck Stan would fucking hate being a zombie
he'd be the worst zombie
[The image of meticulous, fastidious Stanley Uris shambling around, moaning for brains and covered in dirt, sets off a small, slightly horrified guffaw. It's an awful thing to laugh at, but it's so incongruous with Stan's everything that he can't help it.]
fuck pop quizzes tbh I honestly always hated them
at least you don't have to worry about them now
see sometimes I have good ideas
you could introduce us to the new Disney movies and I could show you guys John Belushi movies
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he really was the worst zombie.
ffffuck no never again either. i ditched school like years ago it was the best decision i ever made
youre like 80% good ideas and then the rest is just wild card
we can start having like actual movie nights
which will probably get disrupted at some point by the town but shit still worth tryng