Who: Steve Harrington and Jim Hopper What: Hawkins residents unite or something Where: Near the town square When: Saturday Warnings: TBD Status: Closed, Incomplete
He nodded at Joyce, tried to communicate with her that it was all right, he knew the risks, and he didn't regret doing what needed to be done to save the world, with just a look. It felt woefully inadequate. He held her gaze, though, strong and steady, calm and accepting. He didn't want to die, of course he didn't. But he would, because there wasn't time to debate, there wasn't time for him to get out of blast range. She needed to turn those keys and close that god damn gate right the hell now. He knew she'd tell Eleven that he loved her, that he was sorry, that he did this for her. He'd needed her to be safe, he prayed that she was, that Joyce would ensure her safety in the future. That was all that really mattered; keeping Eleven and the other kids safe, but especially Eleven.
And then he closed his eyes, preparing himself for the moment of death as Joyce shifted and moved to turn the keys. And then...and then there was the sensation of the ground beneath him, and the heat of the sun bearing down on him, and he felt chilled where before there had been an oppressive, stale heat. He blinked, his eyes needing time to adjust to the light of day because he'd been deep below the surface for a few hours prior.
He pushed himself to sitting up. "The fuck?" he muttered, looking around. He never imagined Purgatory looking like some medieval village. He blinked, trying to clear his vision, even though his vision wasn't fuzzy or obscured in any way. There was no darkness, no floating cosmic debris or whatever it was in the Upside Down. It was just clear, fresh air and sunshine and..."Seriously, what the fuck?" He lurched to his feet, turned in a circle looking around, looking for something, anything, that would tell him where he was.