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Who: Steve and you!
What: November catchall feat. the infamous weed party and also breaking things, possibly other things as they strike me
When: Early November
Where: Tauva, Stellar
Warnings: drugs (weed)

A. i could make my return back to planet earth

[ One morning Steve receives a gift: an indiscriminate amount of marijuana. He doesn’t immediately trust it because it’s too good to be true, right? No way the hell boat is just going to give him pot. But… it looks good, and it smells good, and the insatiable need to chill the fuck out wins over his suspicions in the end, so he grabs some snacks and heads to Tauva.

It’s been a while since he smoked. The last time he had, his dad caught him and it hadn’t gone very well, and it’s not exactly like he can afford much on a VHS-Rental-Store-Guy salary, anyway. So forgive him if he’s really excited about it, is what I’m getting at.

He settles in the very far back of the lounge, seated in one of the cushy armchairs and hunched over a table as he tries to wrangle his tragically out-of-practice joint-rolling prowess. If approached, he will welcome company and maybe even offers of help.

Later on, it might be the skunky smell of weed that draws you towards the back of Tauva. There you’ll find Steve, way more relaxed than he has been in a long time. He’s still quite open to company, might even offer you the joint if you want. Or, alternately, he might just be asleep in a position that can’t possibly be comfortable or puzzling over a copy of Jurassic Park.

Seeing as it is an indiscriminate amount of marijuana, he is very willing to share with friends and strangers alike. Come to the weed party, bring your snackies, have a good time. ]

B. all I've got to do is pray that time's been put in reverse

[ So a few days after the mysterious pot arrives, Steve receives another gift. This one is familiar, and comforting in the worst kind of way. He hasn’t driven around Hawkins with a nail bat in his trunk for the fun of it. He likes the sense of safety it brings and having it here now should….probably not make him feel great? But it does. He’s glad to have it.

So! He does what any stressed out 19-year-old boy might do: he heads to the souvenir shop and loads up on as many model ships as he can carry. He may or may not have even made two trips. Then, he brings those ships to the fanciest shmanciest place he can find: Stellar. From there he creates an artful arrangement of ships and glassware on a few of the tables and… you can probably see where this is going.

So! One might encounter him with armloads of model ships or even just walking the halls with a nail bat over his shoulder. He might even be willing to discuss his plans.

One might head to Stellar in hopes of a nice meal, only to find Steve already there, setting the scene for what’s to come.

Or! One might just be drawn to Stellar by the sounds of shit being smashed to pieces. If asked, he’ll explain that, you know, he’s just practicing his swings. It has absolutely nothing to do with pent up stress from arriving here, dying, dying again, then spending three weeks in a void.

Absolutely nothing at all. ]

C. misc.

[ I KNOW this is not much of a party post but I wanted to condense. Please feel free to still make your own top levels for the weed thing! Tag each other. Go wild. I don’t care. Also, wildcard goes here. We can do whatever your lil heart desires. Hit me up at

commodore

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Klaus comes into Tauva looking for more booze, but the smell of weed catches his attention and then the person smoking it. "Oh shit," he says quietly, moving to do what he means to be a sneaky exit. Only instead, he falls over in what is a very ungraceful moment.

"Owwww," he whines. "This is so rude."

At this point, Steve is feeling pretty good. He'd just cracked open Jurassic Park and though reading isn't, like, remotely close to something he does for fun, entertainment here is scarce. And he's taking what he can get. And if he needs to be high to appreciate a book about dinosaurs then so be it.

He doesn't notice he has company until said company takes an unceremonious tumble, catching his attention.

"Whoa, dude," he says as he closes the book and sits up. "Are you okay?"

There's a moment of awkward hesitation and a slight flinch. But he's...not trying to punch him. "Oh. Haha. Sorry. Thought you were like..." There's a long pause as they try to explain it. "Anyway. Hey. Hi. I'm just really clumsy."

They carefully pick themselves up off the floor and brush it off. "There's actually weed on this ship?" Why didn't he get weed? "Er. Hi. Um. I'm Klaus." You don't have any weapons on you, do you? But they don't ask it out loud cause that probably sounds mental.

"Steve," he says, and leans forward a little, frowning. "Hey, are you sure you're okay?"

Because buddy you do not seem okay. If Steve only knew the truth he'd be both mortified and eternally apologetic, but as it stands he's settling for concerned.

"Steve." Okay. Who was that other guy? Was that still Steve? Probably not. Klaus can't remember if anyone said the name or not. "Oh yeah. It's...I'm sooo good. The most fine." That does not sound truthful, so he's just gonna pick himself up off the floor.

"Uh. I'm fine. Really. Just tired." That's more believable. "On a scale of yes to no are you sharing weed or?" Yep. Ignore your problems and get high about them. That is the healthy way to be.

Due to developments in another thread, it turns out that Steve does know the truth. Let's just say he's a little delayed due to reasons (called weed party) but as his thoughts catch up to the present he suddenly remembers — Klaus. The guy Arthur said he'd attacked.

Fuck. That explains the weird behavior, huh.

Steve finds himself in an extremely uncomfortable position — should he bring up that he knows? Apologize? Or should he pretend he doesn't know a thing?

One thing is for absolute certain: he has to share now. He owes it to the guy.

"Oh, yeah, totally," he says, gesturing for Klaus to grab a seat. "Come on, dude. Be my guest."

Klaus is just gonna sit down. This is all fine. Even if it wasn't, there's weed, which will make it more fine shortly. If they are extra weird, it's not even a big deal.

But for right now, he's just letting out a slow breath. "The ship really should have a dispensary, you know? Cause what's the point of this ship if we also can't get high. Like one of these bars could double up as a dispensary, you know?"

"Is that a thing where you're from?" Steve asks curiously. "People can just go, like. Buy drugs? Is it legal?" Because to a teen from 1986, babey, that sounds absolutely wild.

As he speaks he gestures to his little set-up he had going on the short table between them in a universal sign for "help yourself, guy who I apparently tried to murder." He's got everything one might need for rolling the perfect joint (and yet, the one in his own hand is far from perfect but. You know what? Give the guy a break.)

"I mean not everywhere but some places, yeah. But I do a lot of illegal drugs in general, so you know. It's whatever. A lot of places have legalized it for medical purposes rather than like...recreational, but if you can get a doctor to get you a card, you're set." Or if you break in and steal from it, you're set. Either way. But Klaus isn't gonna...talk about that.

Well, this has been delightful. Much better than being beaten up. Klaus can't judge anyone for poorly rolled joints, though he's a lot better at it now than he was at the start and his fingers just sort of work on muscle memory. "At this point, I think we should all qualify for medical marijuana based on...uh..." He pauses. "Like PTSD reasons. So, really. Just let us have it."

"Oh," Steve says in a way that might imply that that is a lot of information for him to take in his current state of mind. After a moment's longer consideration, he adds an intelligent, "Okay. Cool. Yeah. Medical marijuana would be — yeah."

Uh-huh, he totally gets it. Can you tell?

"Let me take a shot in the dark here," he goes on, "You're from sometime later than '86?"

Klaus is just gonna lightly pat his shoulder and hope for the best on this. It's all good, buddy. Everything is good.

"You got me. 2019. But I've lived in other years before, so I know how it goes." Hard to get shit sometimes. "I wasn't even born till 1989. Weird, right?"

"Yeah, weird," Steve says. He's technically old enough to be this guy's dad. Weird is really kind of an understatement. He could address that, orrrrrrr he could simply ignore it and talk about something else.

Guess which he goes with?

"What's 2019 like?" he asks. "You guys have flying cars yet?"

Yep.

Klaus laughs. "Nah. There's definitely no flying cars yet." Which is actually kind of disappointing. They'd take like fucking self-driving vehicles at this point because while driving is fun, you have to be sober? AND DRIVE? Also long drives? Ugggh.

"It's okay? I guess?" What is 2019 like? "There's probably like a lot I could talk about. Apparently most places have cellphones in 2019, but we didn't." A shrug. "Anything else that you wanted to know about in particular? There's a lot more movies? I dunno."

"Huh," Steve says dryly. "No cell phones, that's one thing we have in common."

Ha ha. Funny joke, right? Because no cell phones in the 80s, either?

Anyway, for what it's worth he does consider if there's anything he'd like to know about 2019 but he's coming up relatively empty-handed. Maybe it's better not to know, though if the rumors are true he won't ever be witnessing 2019 in his own world anyway. He'll still be stuck here by the time that little milestone rolls around.

"Nah, I don't think so," he says eventually. "As long as the world hasn't ended that's good enough for me."

"We might have more things, but...yeah." He smiles a little, resisting the urge to awkwardly bump shoulders with someone for fun just cause...what else do you do?

Klaus snorts a laugh. "Funny story about that, buddy..." He looks very serious for a moment. "Like twice now." He sighs before shrugging. "Sorry about it. But the world's gonna end in 2019 no matter what we do." Okay, that's not strictly true. Cause they were in the reset world, but...they're a dramatic bitch right now, so... "My one trauma."

One trauma their ass.

Oh well isn't that a delightful piece of information and not at all detrimental to the general state of the vibes.

"Huh," Steve says, sounding more like he'd just been told the weather might be bad later in the week than delivered news about the future apocalypse(s). "Sorry. I didn't mean to..." He trails off, decides against whatever it was he was going to say, and switches gears. "You know what? Forget it. Let's just smoke, okay?"

Klaus waves it off. “I’m sure you’ll make it up to me eventually.” It’s mostly teasing. Unless…

“But yeah. Probably the better thing to focus on.” A beat. “You have a match or something?”

"Oh. Yeah, sure," Steve says, as he digs around in his pocket for the little matchbook he'd swiped from somewhere in here. He passes it over to Klaus.

He's quiet for a second, then adds, "I'm giving you free pot, man. I'd say that makes up for something?"

Maybe free weed isn't quite enough to make up for attacking, but definitely enough to make up for bringing up apocalypse traumas? Or perhaps it's the other way around.

"Fair." Cause he guesses it's fair that things could be made up for with free weed. Still, they are gonna hold onto that and find an excuse for something. He doesn't know what that something is, but...SOMETHING.

"Anyway...you seem a lot more chill." Which is probably because of the weed and the not being someone else. He is just gonna light the joint, though and be a little less sober. "I've missed weed, honestly."

Steve winces at that, because he can guess what Klaus must be referencing. Looks like he needs to bring it up after all.

"Yeah...uh, hey, listen," he says. "About that. Someone told me what happened. They said I attacked you."

It's so fucking unsettling to think about it and he hates bringing it up, but in this case he really has to. At this point he kind of feels like he needs a list of people he's wronged so he can go apologize to each of them individually.

"I know it wasn't technically me," he goes on. "But I'm really sorry, man. I mean it."

"I mean...but is it really you when it's not you?" But sure, it's definitely awkward. A little. "It's not the first time someone's tried to kill me. Probably not going to be the last.

Klaus nods, resisting the urge to reach out and pat him on the shoulder. Things feel weird. "I'll accept your apology. Sorry if things are weird. I'll be over it in like a minute. A short minute." Mmhm. In fact, they are probably over it already. Well, mostly.

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