Freedomtown IC

Private to Nancy

Hey beautiful. I have free time coming up over the weekend. Do you want to do something with me?

Jeffrey

Hey where have you been? You're not avoiding me right?

I got hit by the arrow by those damn cherubs. Now.. I feel like singing..

( lyrics behind the cut )

Man, this Groundhog Day bullshit is fuckin' wack.

If we gotta have a goddamn day keep repeating, it couldn't be like... any day other than one where I gotta keep throwing out a drunken Kree in a Yankees jersey trying to talk like a fucking New Yorker?

SERIOUSLY. If I hear that fucking alien saying "fuhgeddaboudit" one more FUCKING time...

private to Jeffrey

What did you do on New Years? I hope you had a nice time out or in for that matter.

private to Nancy

I enjoyed the tour of the palace and spending time with you. Sorry we didn’t spend New Years together I worked then I went home.

Who: Jonathan Byers and Nancy Wheeler
Where: Nancy's place.. the palace
When: earlier this afternoon
Rating: TBD
Status: ongoing/closed

( getting close to you )

So today is my 18th birthday. It’s strange celebrating it away from home. Being here though has made me a different person and I love that. I’m not the same shy and awkward teenager I was back in Hawkins.

Jonathan Byers

Be bold.
Be bold.
Be bold.

I was thinking we should go out for dinner.

Is anywhere hiring? I know during the holiday season it's crazy. I take photographs. I can do that type of work or anything honestly.

Also.. would anyone like to hang out? I want to make new friends here. Open to anything as well.

That probably sounds really lame.. but I'm trying..

Who: Steve and Jonathan
Where: On the network
When: Tuesday Night
What: Catching Up
Rating: TBD
Status: Closed; Ongoing

Since he hadn't spoken to him since his arrival, Steve decided that it'd probably be a good idea to check up on Jonathan. Galador could be chaotic at times and if you weren't careful it could swallow you whole. Of course, for him to physically speak to Jonathan, he had to know where he lived. In that moment one could almost picture the light bulb going on over his head as he remembered the network. And so, with an almost frustrating slowness, he typed a private message to his friend (were they friends? They were friendly, at least) and hit send.

'Hey man, just checking in. How are you fitting in?'