WHO: Steve Harrington + OTA WHAT: Steve's a little (uh, how about a lot) lost. WHERE: Town Square WHEN: Wednesday Night RATING: PG-13 for language
The first thing Steve sees when he wakes up (when did he fall asleep?) is dirt, and gravel, with a few weeds poking out of it. He spends a second just lying there, because honestly - yeah, he's not even surprised at this point. This is just his Life, you know? Steve winces - his body doesn't hurt, and it doesn't feel like a hangover (seriously, how did he get here?), but he feels...off. Like his whole body is fuzzy, like he's just woken up from a thousand year slumber (but really though, he doesn't remember falling asleep...) except he's not tired, he's - fully, sharply, damn near painfully alert.
Steve pushes himself up onto his hands and knees, frowning down at the cobblestone. Cobblestone? He looks up, squinting in the waning light as dusk falls over what is decidedly not Hawkins. It looks like - shit, he doesn't know what it looks like. A fucking ren faire? There are a few lamps, posted in the brick, but even still: Steve can see the stars starting to poke out for the night, pinpricks of light dotting the inky blue canvas of the sky, the outline of the moon barely covered by wispy clouds.
He stands up and dusts off his knees, leaning away from the well (a well?) uneasily. A cursory glance tells him no one's around so - what the fuck? How did he get here? Where is here?
"Don't freak out, Harrington," Steve mutters to himself, patting his pockets - yeah, his wallet is still there, so he wasn't mugged. Okay, this is fine. This is fine. Waking up in a weird-ass, empty (he'd say abandoned, but there are lights, and an abundance of blooming flowers, so) courtyard is hardly the most stressful situation he's ever woken up to (Max, not even tall enough to reach the pedals, careening dangerously through Hawkins in Billy's tricked out muscle car nightmare, now that was stressful). He takes a deep breath, runs a hand back through his hair, and starts looking for - fuck, an exit? A payphone? A person? Does he even want to see a person?
There's a table to his right that draws Steve's eye naturally, since it's the only thing there. It's got...uh, he's not sure what it's got, actually, on top of it. Are those pagers? He edges closer to examine them, out of sheer curiosity - but they look too big to be pagers. What then? A row of Game Pockets?
(He's not a nerd, okay, he's just friends with a bunch of them. And he worked at a mall, so. Kind of hard to miss the advertising.)
The whole thing reeks of weird, so Steve doesn't touch anything. Instead, he picks a direction - might as well go to the opposite end of the courtyard, looks like there's a side street down that way - to look for a payphone. Or maybe someone to ask, because Nancy sure as shit can't pick him up if he doesn't even know where he is.