[open] and they could call it the great

[inhairently]

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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[Text - To Ava Starr]

[be_seeing_you]

[Number 6 is two pot brownies in and higher than a hot air balloon so, naturally, he has one very important thing on his mind. Telling Ava exactly how beautiful she is. It's important. She needs to know immediately.]

do you know that you are the most lovely woman i have ever met

[She will probably realize something is at least a little amiss since he's never once sent a message that's anything but perfectly punctuated before.]

[decohere]

[it's a perfectly acceptable texting style... from her. but seeing anything less than Punctual from 6 gives her a pause. if this were last month she'd come to the worst conclusions. still, she can't help but smile.]

🤍 yeah? i like you too

[be_seeing_you]

[He likes that heart. How did she do that on the screen? Should he ask? He should ask.]

i want to make a heart back. how do you do it? i hardly understand these phones

[decohere]

there's that little face icon at the bottom left. click it and there's so many to choose from. it's how the kids these days send coded messages

[going to hold off on asking if he's okay]

[be_seeing_you]

code? what cipher? is there a key?

[Thirty seconds pass.]

I do not know what they mean but i like them 🙂 💋 ❤️ 💌 🍀

[decohere]

some of them have secret meanings. sharky's better at it than me.

... aw. 💋💋 where are you? you seem in a good mood.

[be_seeing_you]

i must ask him

i am in tauva. i am in a state

[Sudden panic just seconds after sending that.]

maybe you shouldn't see me this way

[decohere]

you should, but some of them are rather vulgar

a state of

are you okay? have you lost blood?

[be_seeing_you]

i'm not surprised.

No. no. nothing like that. this is embarrassing

[decohere]

drink a bit too much?

[his spelling is at least coherent so that doesn't seem like the right answer]

i'm on my way unless you rather me not.

[be_seeing_you]

something like that

i do want to see you

[decohere]

hmmm do i have to carry you back?

on my way 🫥👣👣👣

thats me sneaking.

[be_seeing_you]

don't you mean like this 👻

see you soon. promise not to laugh

[decohere]

👻👣👣🌫️👀

[real close to his ear:] boo.

[be_seeing_you]

[He's so focused on squinting at those emoji, trying to figure out what that one in the middle is, that he is taken completely off his guard by her sudden "boo" in his ear.

He starts with a clipped cry, and then promptly flops out of his seat to the floor. Coordination isn't at it's best right now.]

[decohere]

[...

...

don't laugh.

she didn't technically promise not to.

he asked her though.

...

the tiniest little snicker as she fights to hold it back.]

Ah... Peter. [down on the floor next to him. by the distinct smell, she can tell what's going on.]

Peter, honey... [brushes some hair from his forehead]

[be_seeing_you]

[He's pouting on the floor. While realizing this is objectively funny and it's very sweet that she's managed not to laugh at him for it.]

I did say I was in a state.

[A state of being very, very high. But her fingers brushing against him feel heavenly.]

I like to hear you call me that...

(For the record: when he wakes up later and remembers all of this, he will inevitably die of cringe.)

[decohere]

[that's fine, she's more than happy to just curl up beside him, since he doesn't seem to make any efforts at all to get up. they probably won't get trampled upon the floor with everyone in a similar state.]

Mhm. [just continues brushing fingers through his hair, amused.]

Do you? What about... muffin? Baby? Bunny... hehe. Peter rabbit.

[be_seeing_you]

[He actually makes a sound like a purr as her fingers keep brushing his hair. His eyelids flutter to half-closed.

But then she starts trying out some of those other endearments and he snorts a disgruntled sound, especially at both 'muffin' and 'baby.']

Do I seem like a rabbit to you?

[decohere]

[a tilt of her own head as she considers his little purr more than the actual question, cupping her hands and placing them upon either side of his ears as if mimicking a rabbit's.] Hmm. No. Not particularly. You're not twitchy enough. [leans in close to poke their noses together]

Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater?

[be_seeing_you]

[From up this close, she can't possibly miss how his face scrunches up in delight as she makes rabbit ears on his head and leans in enough for their noses to touch. The high has taken away his ability to regulate what emotions show on his face in any way so, as a clever little comeback hits his brain, he's already smirking even before he's said it.]

Should I start calling you "Pumpkin" then?

[decohere]

[it takes her a moment to realize this isn't a cannibalism joke but something much more suggestive. and she may not turn orange but a shade of pink colors her cheeks.]

Oh. [brushes her thumb over his mouth] Getting the munchies?

[be_seeing_you]

[Seeing the pink in her cheeks sets all of him on fire so suddenly it takes every last bit of self control he still retains not to surge forward and kiss her passionately right here. Still, he can't quite resist a playful nibble at her thumb.]

You could say that. I still owe you for missing our rendezvous after the party.

[decohere]

[a shiver and small challenging narrow of her eyes at the nibble because here they are again getting dangerously close to the other not backing down... and she always seems to be the one to break first. there's a blurred movement of her head lifting and turning to glance around to make sure everyone is properly distracted by their newfound obsession with garlic bread. but her gaze never leaves his, before the incorporeal copy flickers away and blends back into a singular form.]

It's still technically after. [pokes at the corner of 6's mouth, as if wiping away a crumb] But seems you already had your fill on brownies.

[be_seeing_you]

[In his starry-eyed daze, he watches her move in two directions at once and a small awed sigh eases out of him.]

How useful it would be to be able to look in two places at once like that... [He hasn't fully registered that he said this out loud instead of only in his head.]

I did have, mmm, two. I think. [He licks his lips after she pokes him.] But you are much sweeter by comparison.