[ eddie's not doing so hot, that must be going around. in the last week's time he hasn't really figured out what's going on. logically, at least.
the last thing he remembers before he ended up here, wherever this is, is steve harrington telling him and henderson not to be heroes. then he's here, not sure at what point he got vecna'd or what the point of a beachside vacation is when upside down hawkins is more of a mind-fuck.
then again, eddie's figured out that even his most twisted of d&d campaigns don't exactly compare to the mind of an actual maniac who wants to destroy the world. go figure.
he's strolling down the street, not exactly dressed for a beachside town excursion but in a pair of ripped black jeans and a band t-shirt because there's comfort in the familiar. there's a gelato cart nearby and he means to swing by, try some out to see if it'll do anything like fuck him up because everything here seems too good for there not to be a catch, when his eyes fall on someone very familiar sitting and eating gelato from a large bowl. a someone he knows, not well, granted but who he saw moments before--- ] Wheeler??? [ he gapes, stares for a moment, because how the hell did he not see her before this?
then again, new characters keep popping up and eddie hasn't seen everything yet. he doesn't think, at least, but he's also been doing what he does best and hiding out. he kinda of makes a bee line over toward her. ] Nancy, is that you??? [ just double checking because last he'd seen her, she'd been heading off to do something much more useful than him and does it mean they both failed if they're here? how fucked are they here? ]
time for a gelato break!
the last thing he remembers before he ended up here, wherever this is, is steve harrington telling him and henderson not to be heroes. then he's here, not sure at what point he got vecna'd or what the point of a beachside vacation is when upside down hawkins is more of a mind-fuck.
then again, eddie's figured out that even his most twisted of d&d campaigns don't exactly compare to the mind of an actual maniac who wants to destroy the world. go figure.
he's strolling down the street, not exactly dressed for a beachside town excursion but in a pair of ripped black jeans and a band t-shirt because there's comfort in the familiar. there's a gelato cart nearby and he means to swing by, try some out to see if it'll do anything like fuck him up because everything here seems too good for there not to be a catch, when his eyes fall on someone very familiar sitting and eating gelato from a large bowl. a someone he knows, not well, granted but who he saw moments before--- ] Wheeler??? [ he gapes, stares for a moment, because how the hell did he not see her before this?
then again, new characters keep popping up and eddie hasn't seen everything yet. he doesn't think, at least, but he's also been doing what he does best and hiding out. he kinda of makes a bee line over toward her. ] Nancy, is that you??? [ just double checking because last he'd seen her, she'd been heading off to do something much more useful than him and does it mean they both failed if they're here? how fucked are they here? ]