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[ open rp post! also for continuations from elsewhere / overflow / whatever. drop a prompt here or make me drop a prompt or whatever. please rp with me okay. ]

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[clipped_wings]

[okay Steve my boy. Here's a young man who is worriedly pacing the street and wringing his hands. This is normal.

Except every electronic he passes as he walks briefly go on the fritz as he moves by as if his anxiety energy is effecting things]

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[ In fairness, he's distracted. Also in fairness, he's not the brightest crayon in the box sometimes. So a nervous kid might catch his attention first normally but for Steve, the electronics blipping are a bit more alarming.

He stops short, eying the window display of TVs cautiously as it flicks in and out. ]

Oh, don't tell me . . .

[clipped_wings]

[and then the kid's phone starts ringing and he just. stops walking]

Oh nooooo....

[webversed]

[You know, it seemed like a good idea at the time to always equip webslingers. Too bad Miles he didn't take into account that a web capsule could jam, break, and release some of that web prematurely. So now you have a young man on the sidewalk kind of frantically try to get rid of some of the web leaking out from under one of his sleeves]

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Heyyy, uh. You okay there?

[ After two years worth of monumental supernatural bullshit, finding himself in some random place isn't the most surprising thing in the world. Hell, that happened even before all the upside-down garbage — though he hasn't been drinking nearly as much lately.

and something that's universal, apparently, are kids having issues with one thing or another. ]

[webversed]

[Ripping off some more web out of his sleeve]

Oh! Uh... Yeah. I'm cool. Everything's cool.

[He leans against a wall and crosses his arms because that's what a non-dorky completely relaxed person would do. There's also a wad of leftover web clearly on his wrist]

this was not who I intended to hit you up with but, oh, oops my finger slipped

[slr]

[ Set some unspecified time before s2 or s3?! whatever, my bff continuity. Also forgive my suck, okay.

Everything is still... really strange. No matter how things had turned out. Will was okay, finally, but it's still like nothing's quite right. You can't just forget that stuff. The scar on his hand and the dark circles he still sees sometimes under Will's eyes remind him every day. So, sue him, he's preoccupied. He spends too long staring into his locker before he suddenly turns, closing the door and

oops, literally runs right into Steve? Shit. ]

S- Sorry...

YELLS. also let's go with post-s2!

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[ In fairness to Jonathan, Steve isn't exactly thinking right himself. Sure, the cuts and bruises that he had courtesy of one Billy Hargrove are slowly fading and the pounding in his head had long since died off, but he's still been distracted.

He steps back, holding up his hands. ]

Whoa, whoa. Easy there, Byers.

[slr]

[ Brushing some of the hair out of his eyes, Jonathan steps away too, his back only inches away from the metal locker. ]

Accidents happen.

[ But he sees the hand raising and it's kind of defensive soooo. ]

You okay?

let me know if this is cool!

[slr]

{ It's Saturday night, around 10. The Wheelers (except Mike) are away in Indianapolis for the weekend. Nancy had said it was for shopping or something. Will's home from running his campaign with his friends - at Dustin's house tonight, since Mike is staying over there. Mom's home and watching a movie with Will before he goes to bed. Jonathan's feeling a little restless. He's pretty sure there was some stupid party going on tonight, but with Nancy gone, he has even less of a reason to go. Not that he would have been invited anyway, so...

He tells Joyce he's taking off for a walk or a drive or something, and she tells him to be careful, but doesn't argue, only shoving a flashlight at him, "just in case." After all, he has his camera bag. It's a clear night - not a bad day to take some shots of the sky. He kinda likes the way the trees cut across the darkness, darker than the sky itself. Out in the areas near his house there's no streetlights to ruin it.

And, of course, he gets super into it, stopping every so often to change up his film. He doesn't let himself dwell on what happened around here, on what happened to the people he cares about, because it's over and done, and if he can't trust Castle Byers in the woods to be safe, what can he trust. Photography will always be his distraction.

Also, being distracted, he doesn't realize how far he's gone, exactly. He's crunching through the underbrush, cracking sticks with his feet. ... And then he trips, too, but you know, shit like that happens. Ankle is now officially bothering him but he should still be able to walk...

But maybe the weird animal sounds behind Steve's house and the dark movement of something in the brush might be concerning to anyone inside. Who knows. ]

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[ There's absolutely some stupid party going on, but it's not at Steve's. He showed up briefly earlier in the evening to put in an appearance and make nice with people. He even manages to stay for about an hour before he gets utterly bored with everything, slipping out before anyone can even notice.

Now that he's home, it's . . . nice. Nice and quiet, which is a sharp contrast to what he used to be all about. It helps that the Harringtons are Yet Again out of town — his father off on a business trip in New York while his mother is attending seminars in Chicago. Steve grabs a beer out of the fridge and flops down on his couch, cracking it open and knocking it back.

The motion from outside catches his attention first. He jerks his head towards the window, immediately tensing up. A crack from the underbrush sends him to his feet, walking with purpose towards the garage. Within seconds, he's fetched the nailbat from his trunk and crept around to the back of his house, weapon up and ready. Whatever it is? It better not be another damn demothing. ]

[slr]

[ There's a flash and a snap in the darkness - Jonathan, after making sure his camera's okay, decides to take a picture from his spot on the ground because the perspective is kind of nice - but when he gets up, his arm swings through more foliage and it still doesn't look good. He also makes a noise when he puts his foot down on the ground, his ankle making him wince.

It also means he's stumbling in Steve's vague direction in the darkness, not really realizing anyone is there. But maybe he could borrow the phone to call his mom? He keeps grabbing trees as he walks to steady himself, making the leaves shake, getting ever nearer to the house... ]

tfln > action

[keenely]

[ from HERE ]

[ look she even does him a solid and waits until 30 minutes later before she's snagging the keys to her mom's car and coming to get him. it'll be fine. she'll pick him up, get him home, and maybe when he wakes up tomorrow he won't even remember texting her. maybe he'll think robin got him. or like- anybody but her. anything that won't complicate things more. somehow.

she just needs to make sure he's safe.

god, hawkins parties suck so bad.

she sighs when she cuts the ignition across the street from the party, and there's people on the front lawn but none of them are steve, and that means

that means she needs to venture into the loud, crowded party. it's fine. find steve, get out. simple. easy. especially because she knows there's been a cinnamon incident. she finds him in the kitchen, covered in cinnamon, wow, and glaring at his phone like it's massively betrayed him. they don't call her nancy drew for nothing. ]

Hey. [ she's doing her best to look stern without going full babysitter on him or anything, not wanting to attract the wrong kind of attention. ] --I know, I know, I'm the worst, but I needed to make sure you were okay. C'mon, I'm parked out front.

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[ It wasn't even a good party, that's the worst part about it. He'd only gone because Cindy had stopped by Family Video a few nights ago and practically begged him to show up. And what the hell, he used to like parties, right? This wouldn't be any different.

Except he wasn't the Steve who liked partying and mindlessly drinking anymore, and a small part of him actually didn't hate that fact. Later, he'll wish the rest of him had listened and ignored any and all urges he had to try and fit in by showing off.

He's already regretting it, of course. The cinnamon is . . . they're not going to talk about it, okay. And his attempts to get Robin to bail him out backfire spectacularly — Nancy, seriously? Wheeler and Buckley weren't even close on his contacts list, what the hell. Was the entire night conspiring against him or something?

By the time Nancy appears in the kitchen — where did she even come from, shit — he stares up at her blankly and lets out a soft groan. ]

— I told you I'd text— Robin.

[ Which he did. Seventeen times already. ]

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I know. [ her voice is a little softer that time, at least, trying to be less stern about it. he's not fighting her, but he's also... not making any moves to actually follow her out ] But it looks like she's busy, and you need to get home, so. [ so this is nancy wheeler, holding her hands out for steve to take so she can pull him up onto his feet.

which of course is when they gain some attention from some shirtless guy with a forty taped to one of his hands. a true class-act. she recognizes him from phys ed, but he sure as hell isn't in any of her honors classes. ]

When did you get here, Wheeler? And why don't you have a drink in your hand? Somebody get the lady a drink! More of that jungle juice you love so much, maybe?

[ she hasn't been to a party like this since last halloween, but apparently some people don't forget about that kind of thing. great. cool. ]

I'm good, actually. Steve and I were just leaving.

Harrington again? Seriously? You just don't know when to quit, do you?

It's really not like that-

No? Hell yeah- stick around, then, and maybe it can be like that with me.

You're joking, right?

The only joke here is your little boyfriend.

Okay, you need to back off.

[ because nancy is very quickly going from "humor this guy until we can get out" to "need to punch this guy in the face", and it's probably written all over her expression ]

for thefreak

[bestfeature]

[ from here. ]

I'm not DOUBTING them

I'm skeptical. It's called reasonable skepticalness.

[thefreak]

Well, only one way to prove myself worthy, I guess.

[bestfeature]

Make a damn good sandwich.

Within like the ten or twenty minutes it'll take for me to get there.

for keenely

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[ from here. ]

You could be like conspiring with Robin or something

Which I mean okay I GET that and I guess that's cool

but less cool when it's me

[keenely]

I will neither confirm nor deny Robin's involvement in this.

Although I don't see what the big deal is, it's perfectly reasonable to ask someone if they've ever tried horseback riding.

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Context, Nance. Context is important.

for axeiled.

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[ He promised shitty Chinese food and a care package and so, after the clock hits 3 pm, Steve is out the door and in his BMW with a bag of nearly expired junk food that Keith won't miss and a bottle of aspirin that he got from the convenience store down the block on his break, as well as a bottle of water.

And so, roughly a half hour later, he's pulling up to Eddie's with that bag as well as several cartons of Chinese take out, kicking the door to his car shut before stepping over to the door and knocking at it with his elbow. ]

Open up, Munson. Got a delivery for you.

[axeiled]

[There’s some shuffling heard just behind the door before it swings open to reveal one (1) Eddie Munson, who looks like he had a hell of a night and is still feeling it. But he’s gotten a glass of water in his system since his text exchange with Steve, and there’s a little more life in his eyes versus the zombie-like state he was in just a few hours earlier.]

There’s everyone’s favorite delivery man. Give it here, I’m starving.

[He reaches out for the Chinese takeout. What passes for impatience might also be a willingness to take some of that burden off of Steve’s hands so he doesn’t have to stumble through the door trying to juggle too many items.]

Place is kind of a mess, but— It always is. Come on in and sit down.

[The trailer home is small, and yeah, a little messy. Not unlivable by any means, but it’s not like they have a maid. Eddie thinks about making that joke aloud. Has it said it before? Huh. Well, anyway.]

Move some shit out of the way if you have to.

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[ Steve rolls his eyes and shoves a few of the cartons into Eddie's waiting hands. He doesn't entirely trust his motor skills, but he'd also like to not be weighed down by dumplings and the like. ]

Yeah, yeah. Have you seen Wheeler's basement?

[ He doesn't elaborate as he steps in; Mike's whole Mike-ness pretty much speaks for itself.

Slowly, he glances around as he looks for a place to set the rest of the food down. ]

You didn't, uh— puke or anything, did you?

[ Speaking of messes. ]

for wrathchild.

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[ It had been a few weeks since everything went to shit in Hawkins — or at least, more to shit than usual.

Steve had been splitting most of his time between volunteering down at the school and working his shitty retail job at his shitty video store that was miraculously still standing because his shitty manager decided that clearly people still needed VHS rentals in their life at a time like this. Fortunately, their hours had been severely cut back, leaving him time to check in on the others and slowly begin to plot out next steps with them. For the time being, they were regrouping and licking their wounds in a manner of speaking. Max was still hospitalized, but the rest of them had been discharged after signing what was beginning to look like their annual stack of government NDAs.

And so, while Nancy and Jonathan worked on digging up whatever they could find on the Creels, Steve worked on slapping band-aids on the rest of the party — figuratively and literally. From keeping an idle eye on Dustin's ankle to driving Lucas to the hospital to even going by the grocery store to load up on general staples for the others, Steve did what he could to keep his mind from lingering too long on the multiple near brushes with death that they'd all had. That Max was still having.

Which is why he loads his BMW up with groceries and makes his way over to Eddie's.

When he pulls up, he steps out of the car and grabs a couple bags, making his way to the door. ]

Munson, it's me. [ With that, he shifts the bags in his hand and knocks at the door awkwardly. ] Come on, I've got more in the car.