Yeah but we could also end up somewhere we aren't supposed to be.
[Like the cabin. Or that freaky grade school. Or just about every other place except the goddamn hospital.]
I think I have something we could burn at the campfire. Some kind of patient report? Whatever it is, it has the hospital's name stamped all over it, so maybe that'll work.
Secondary objective, right? At least it is a break from the goddamn gens. ( Steve, you fucking liar, ur always clicking flashlights and fast vaulting so some murderer will give you the time of day, like your ass is sat on a gen. anyway. whatever, not the point! ) Yeah, in 15.
( speaking of toxic flashlight clicking, Steve arrives with a flashlight. look, maybe there won't be a killer to harass, but they're looking for shit. right? a flashlight could help. that's his excuse and he's sticking to it. flashlights are his trial security blanket these days, since a nailed bat isn't an option. turns out it doesn't take fifteen minutes to find one of his beamers, though, so Steve is to the fire early, cooling his heels. staring at the fire is a weird trippy vibe, like he could lose a day here and not even know it. comfortable, but in an insidious kinda way.
which is why it's good that Ash shows up eventually. has it really just been ten something minutes? yeah, so that fire is a lil fucked. Steve shakes it off, focusing on Ash, getting up on gangly legs when he sees the familiar bowl cut. ) We gotta jet, man, if Nance sees us we're dead goddamn meat. ( you know, Ash, the 5'3 little slip of a curly haired girl from Indiana? yeah, that one. she's scary. )
[ Ash can't help but feel like a kid who's come to prom underdressed (which incidentally sums up his actual prom experience) when he spots Steve hanging out by the campfire with his flashlight. Not only that, but he's fashionably early. In comparison, Ash has come woefully unprepared. He has a yellowed piece of paper in one hand, a metal first aid box in the other that's almost entirely empty, and an optimistic prayer that he won't have to use what remains of the tiny roll of gauze he has left. Steve might as well be ready for war.
He also seems ready to haul ass out of here, but the reason isn't quite what Ash was expecting as he squints at Steve with a frown, trying to place the name to a face. Recognition dawns on him. ]
—Ohhhh, right, your girlfriend. [ At least that's what he thinks Nancy is to him. It's a little hard to tell sometimes. ] Why? Did you tell her anything?
( it's the mom friend in him, Ash. he shows up on time, and expects everyone else to do the same. Steve has always been good at showing up when he's told to. picking Dustin up for the Snow Ball, throwing meat chunks around for a baby demogorgon, basketball practice, lifeguard classes. unless it was academic. and then he was always late because he just had to get a breakfast bagel first.
Steve sighs, because man, does it blow to have everyone constantly call Nancy his girlfriend when she sure isn't anymore. ) She's not my girlfriend, man. ( and since he doesn't want to unpack their Halloween Party full of Bullshit, Steve chooses not to explain that Nancy used to be his girlfriend. makes it more complicated than it has to be, right about now. not to mention Jonathan, her actual boyfriend, is in the fog, too. )
No. But she figures out everything, and I'm pretty sure she'd tell us we were being stupid. ( probably cuz you are, babes, but okay!! choose not to listen to the Nancy in your head, that'll go great. Steve clicks his flashlight at Ash, like that'll help spur the get-up-and-go in him. ) You need somethin' else or what? Let's go make some goddamn clown juice.
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[Like the cabin. Or that freaky grade school. Or just about every other place except the goddamn hospital.]
I think I have something we could burn at the campfire. Some kind of patient report? Whatever it is, it has the hospital's name stamped all over it, so maybe that'll work.
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Worth a shot, man. All else fails, we can scope it out when we're there next.
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[For some reason, it doesn't occur to Ash that this could be a possibility any time they go to the hospital.]
Rad. Meet me at the campfire in 15?
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( speaking of toxic flashlight clicking, Steve arrives with a flashlight. look, maybe there won't be a killer to harass, but they're looking for shit. right? a flashlight could help. that's his excuse and he's sticking to it. flashlights are his trial security blanket these days, since a nailed bat isn't an option. turns out it doesn't take fifteen minutes to find one of his beamers, though, so Steve is to the fire early, cooling his heels. staring at the fire is a weird trippy vibe, like he could lose a day here and not even know it. comfortable, but in an insidious kinda way.
which is why it's good that Ash shows up eventually. has it really just been ten something minutes? yeah, so that fire is a lil fucked. Steve shakes it off, focusing on Ash, getting up on gangly legs when he sees the familiar bowl cut. ) We gotta jet, man, if Nance sees us we're dead goddamn meat. ( you know, Ash, the 5'3 little slip of a curly haired girl from Indiana? yeah, that one. she's scary. )
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He also seems ready to haul ass out of here, but the reason isn't quite what Ash was expecting as he squints at Steve with a frown, trying to place the name to a face. Recognition dawns on him. ]
—Ohhhh, right, your girlfriend. [ At least that's what he thinks Nancy is to him. It's a little hard to tell sometimes. ] Why? Did you tell her anything?
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Steve sighs, because man, does it blow to have everyone constantly call Nancy his girlfriend when she sure isn't anymore. ) She's not my girlfriend, man. ( and since he doesn't want to unpack their Halloween Party full of Bullshit, Steve chooses not to explain that Nancy used to be his girlfriend. makes it more complicated than it has to be, right about now. not to mention Jonathan, her actual boyfriend, is in the fog, too. )
No. But she figures out everything, and I'm pretty sure she'd tell us we were being stupid. ( probably cuz you are, babes, but okay!! choose not to listen to the Nancy in your head, that'll go great. Steve clicks his flashlight at Ash, like that'll help spur the get-up-and-go in him. ) You need somethin' else or what? Let's go make some goddamn clown juice.