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Surprise, bitch. I lived.
(Have Eddie, flipping the camera off with his right hand aka his prosthetic.
Eddie looks different than the last time most people had seen him. For starters, he has a green undertone to his skin. For another, his tongue is completely black. Behind him is an empty room with gray floorboards and peeling green walls. It at least looks clean. There's a Gucci suitcase on its side, opened up, with clothes spilling over and across the floor. Another Gucci suitcase sits next to it, but it has been partially charred.
A dog is passed out and snoring rather loudly in the opened suitcase.
Despite his on-point meme drop, Eddie's delivery is completely and suspiciously blank. His gray eyes are flat, and his expression remains completely empty.)
Richie's here too. (As if on-demand, a massive fireball blast out from the doorway of a nearby room followed by some crashing and yelling. Eddie doesn't even bother to glance over his shoulder.)
We're settling in okay. We're in Lumenwood. I've got some of my supplies from Deerington but I've got a shitton of stuff I need to restock.
(Which was going to be such a drag.)
But for those on a need-to-know basis, I've already made some important notes on this place. Not that any of you give a shit, but if you do...I guess we were given journals for a reason. I suck at journaling though. Here's a uh --- transcipt? Is that what it's called? Whatever, I typed it up.
(He shrugs. The screen goes blank only to be followed up by some text that Eddie clearly wrote up ahead of time:)
IMPORTANT TRENCHNOTES SHIT STUFF?
i dont know i dont normally do the note takin thing so feel grateful
1.)
2.)
3.)
4.)
(Have Eddie, flipping the camera off with his right hand aka his prosthetic.
Eddie looks different than the last time most people had seen him. For starters, he has a green undertone to his skin. For another, his tongue is completely black. Behind him is an empty room with gray floorboards and peeling green walls. It at least looks clean. There's a Gucci suitcase on its side, opened up, with clothes spilling over and across the floor. Another Gucci suitcase sits next to it, but it has been partially charred.
A dog is passed out and snoring rather loudly in the opened suitcase.
Despite his on-point meme drop, Eddie's delivery is completely and suspiciously blank. His gray eyes are flat, and his expression remains completely empty.)
Richie's here too. (As if on-demand, a massive fireball blast out from the doorway of a nearby room followed by some crashing and yelling. Eddie doesn't even bother to glance over his shoulder.)
We're settling in okay. We're in Lumenwood. I've got some of my supplies from Deerington but I've got a shitton of stuff I need to restock.
(Which was going to be such a drag.)
But for those on a need-to-know basis, I've already made some important notes on this place. Not that any of you give a shit, but if you do...I guess we were given journals for a reason. I suck at journaling though. Here's a uh --- transcipt? Is that what it's called? Whatever, I typed it up.
(He shrugs. The screen goes blank only to be followed up by some text that Eddie clearly wrote up ahead of time:)
IMPORTANT TRENCH
i dont know i dont normally do the note takin thing so feel grateful
1.)
our blood's fucking weird now but also no shit it's weird now is anyone surprised
give me your blood so i can figure it out. i studied hematology a LOT
last time i checked out my blood under a scope it was totally different than what it is now on a cellular level.
i actually tried to expose my blood to some bacteria and germs that would usually cause an infection and it was really weird? what look like my new white cells just immediately seemed to swallow up the bacteria and it was like it never existed at all
thats not to say you should run around and stab yourself with a rusty fork anytime soon
but it'd be cool if i could get more samples to see if this is just a Me thing or an Us thing
2.)
i spit on richie and we figured out that my spit can cause a numbing feeling. if you ever need to spit on you, let me know
it's probably gonna be useful if anyone gets injured
normally i would say don't let someone spit in your open wounds
but my spit is totally sanitary
i swear
(shut the hell up)
3.)
only 1/3rd of my closet made it here and no im not ready to talk about it. this place doesn't even have goddamn chanel
4.)
taylor swift still exists so we're gonna be okay
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Shut up. (With all the maturity of an embarrassed nearly sixteen-year-old.)
We weren't too sure either. But we figured we didn't want to let another small town dictate our futures for us again. (It had felt personal. Yet Eddie understood where Chuck and Raleigh were coming from too. After all, Eddie died in his own future as well. It was a big gamble for both couples.)
Did you just quote Moulin Rouge? (Aw, Raleigh.)
Yeah...Yeah, me too. Or worse. Our futures. (Because. Well. Raleigh was one of the few people who actually understood that fear.)
I'm glad too. I'm -- wait, what? (He stares at Raleigh for a second.) Why wouldn't I be able to leave?
(........
You know.
That's actually not as weird of a question as he was anticipating.)
That's actually a total myth. I think that myth came from something about piss having ammonia in it. You're actually just better off trying to use the ocean water to try and clean it out while you wait for actual medical services. Rubbing alcohol would work better.
(But also.)
I think my spit might be uh - an exception. Like. Specifically to my body. Like Richie's spit didn't make me tingle. (A veeeery slow smirk because:) Well, not like that anyway. (Badum-tsh.)
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But yes it was Moulin Rouge, a cinematic masterpiece and he might die for Ewan McGregor.]
Well.. firstly that means you are always gonna be the one spittin, buddy, and secondly.. so if you take a leak on someone will it..
[He's so curious and yet he is literally struggling so hard to just ask Eddie if he has magic piss. Why is he like this. Why is this happening.]
cw i feel...this needs to be tagged as watersports but i swear it's not lmao
(Wait a second.)
...It has to. I mean. Theoretically.
(How did he not even consider the prowess of his piss? What a lame medical guru he was. He suddenly smirks.)
Oh man, I can't wait to piss on Richie. (He's snickering and it is not the first time he has done this okay. Listen, when you're a guy and you've been friends with someone since you're seven, there's a time and place in history where you probably tried to pee on them. It was just what guys did. How could you not?
Bowers used to try and piss on him in the showers back at school and boy, would it make Eddie screech like a banshee. It was one of the main reasons his mom stopped even letting him use the public showers. Eddie still doesn't know if that was a blessing in disguise or humiliating.)
I'll let you know what conclusion I get.
I tried to warn you it was gonna be dumb as hell lmao why is this our life
It would, however, put Raleigh on the couch for the foreseeable future. Probably.]
I mean... Do I actually want to know?
god i'd die for them honestly
And one day you'll thank me for it.
(Eddie has zero problems doing this. It was the way of the Man. He's positive Richie would do the same if their positions were swapped. Especially because Richie was a sadist who loved making Eddie screech all the time.
Asshole. This was becoming more of a revenge tale than anything. There was nothing about scientific exploration in his gaze, only raw, unbridled mischief.)
It's gonna be so funny.
Big same
How on earth is Raleigh gonna squash that.
Plus, he totally wants to know what happens. He wouldn't have asked if he didn't.]
Hell yeah it is. I'd be insulated if you didn't tell me to be honest.
I guess just get him in the shower.. what. Punch him and then go?
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(Yeah, because leisure swimming in the Pthumerian Ocean was at the top of his list right now...)
It'd be a lot easier to bottle up my piss than my spit. So here's to hoping.
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[But it would be more funny tho]
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(It would be vengeance for all the times Richie pinched his cheeks and called him cute.)
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(He rolls his eyes.)
It's completely fair. I'm doing it.
(..........But also.)
Sooo. What did you mean by you didn't think I could leave Deerington?
(HE REMEMBERED, BUDDY.)
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This is gonna sound stupid probably.. really stupid.
But I guess I had it in my head that you were a part of Deerington? Like.. for real?
1/2
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(What.
You know, the thing is, with his jumbled mind, Eddie actually has No Idea if that's even valid or not.)
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[See what you've done, Raleigh. Open mouth, insert both feet and whole ass. He sighs.]
I dunno, I just had this idea... you said you're from 1950s Maine.. we were in 1950s Maine. You'd been there longer than anyone, I guess I kinda thought you were a part of Sodder somehow. Like a friend of hers or.. a guide to surviving there.