Steve "Indiana State Hoe" Harrington (mr_mom) wrote in snapthread,
"But - how? How is that real?" If Steve's being perfectly honest, he barely understands how the handheld radios work - and he's pretty sure Eleven boosts them, because how the hell else do they get signal all over Hawkins? "Phones like - need wires and electricity and shit."
"Send messages? Like - leave voicemails?" The concept of texting is kind of foreign; pagers had a limit to the number of characters you could send. And the internet, existing even as a concept? He'd nearly failed out of statistics, man; Steve has absolutely no frame of reference.
Steve did reach out and accept the phone, albeit reluctantly. It was denser than he would have thought, weighty in his palm, and Steve turned it over a few times - it was like a clicker, almost, one of those fancy remote controls. "How many double A's does this thing burn through?"
He turned the phone over again, and the thing lit up, displaying some kind of picture - but Steve dropped the damn thing too fast to see what it was, flinching violently. "What the hell was that?"
Steve's not proud of how high his voice gets, but this whole situation is insane. Just when he thought the universe couldn't surprise him anymore - it's like it took that as a personal challenge. "What time is it? How many people are here?"
"That's one way of putting it. I am buggin' man," Steve blew out a long breath, pushing his fingers back through his hair nervously. "Just - I mean - I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe this is fucking happening - "