Steve "Indiana State Hoe" Harrington (mr_mom) wrote in snapthread,
"Shit," Steve blinked, trying to process the idea of someone so homicidal they'd dimension-hop. To be honest, half the time Steve didn't entirely understand how things had gotten as fucked as they were - he was mostly just standing guard to make sure nothing ate the children, and trying to wrap his brain around it afterwards - but Tony's explanation makes some amount of sense. Once Eleven had opened the gate, it had been like an open wound, picked and prodded at, unstable and spreading...
And now he was here. Who's to say the entire reason both of them are there doesn't have something to do with that?
"There seems to be a lot of that going around." It doesn't sit well with him that that's the common thread here, although on the flipside - Steve's never met anyone with similar life experience aside from everyone back in Hawkins. Hell, he never thought he would. So that's new.
"Woah, back up. The fashion is better?" Steve waved a hand down his person, to the fitted jeans, t-shirt tucked into his belt, and racer jacket. It pretty much screamed 80's, but hey! He thought he looked good. "Dude, this is pretty bitchin'."
"Um, sort of?" The question about computers has Steve wracking his brain, trying to remember anything about them. The extent of his knowledge lies in video games, and how Dustin has been saving up to buy one so he could play something-or-other (but it's gonna take a while for his quarter stash to amount to that much money). "So this thing plays games? Wait - wait, like War Games? With uh...Matthew Broderick, right, that had a computer in it?"
"You're fucking with me." Self-driving cars? Really? No way. "How does a car change it's own stick?"
"I guess so. Fuck. So...there really isn't a way back then?" Steve blew out a breath, and while it was something of a relief that maybe the door wouldn't open to the Upside Down...it still wasn't optimal.