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Stan the Man (stanbyme) wrote in snapthread,
@ 2020-02-01 19:20:00

Entry tags:

beverly marsh, stanley uris

WHO: Stan and Bev
WHAT: They're doing some plotting.
WHERE: Through the doors.
WHEN: Today

After days of being caught up with Octane Stan had to say he'd never been more relieved to be able to have the freedom of a quiet day if he wanted, or something else. But more than that what he'd learned over those days was that maybe he needed to try and get out a little bit more, sure he had a routine, but maybe that routine could be flexible, and he could be better about getting to know people.

But before he started making friends with more strangers, he thought he'd spend a little more time with his Losers first, because he'd missed them all like crazy even though they had still been nearby, not being able to lean into any one of them whenever the mood struck had been a harrowing experience for him. But now there he was with Bev and a plan.

"So how many times have you done this now?" He asked her doubtfully as he eyed the doors. He'd been through a few times now, but his experience with the doors was rather limited, consisting of either experiences that seemed like something out of a hallmark movie or a real and actual nightmare from his childhood, there hadn't really been any in between for him just yet. So maybe this could be that? Maybe Bev was going to be his good luck charm, in any case she was going to be his support regardless.

He was braver when he had the others around but he was well aware that Bev was a badass, and that made him feel like he could probably handle another attempt at those doors with her at his side.

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mollyringwald
2020-02-05 03:30 pm UTC (link)

Hey, why not? Beverly trusted his instincts - so if Stan was captivated by something sparkly, something that twinkled, or even just had a good case of goosebumps by this aisle? Then she'd go for it. "Ooh, let's see," she hummed, turning a bit to begin her prowl - the aisles were packed tight, after all, and the last thing she wanted was to knock shit over. Talk about embarrassing.

Not to mention it'd be a direct ticket to getting das boot from the store, so. She'd be on her best behavior.

"This is kind of neat - " She was looking at wooden boxes, just studying the craftsmanship, when she spotted a heart-shaped box made of cedar. When she opened it up, she saw it was filled with dried rose petals. "Um...potpourri maybe?"

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stanbyme
2020-02-06 06:24 pm UTC (link)

He might not have the sort of sense of direction that say Eddie did, but Stan did well enough for himself and after everything well he thought that instinct was the sort of thing that he ought to lean into a bit more. So there they were wandering down an aisle full of interesting shiny stuff that he thought might be what they were looking for, or at least in the right direction.

The heart-shaped box full of petals was.... maybe a little sedate but maybe it was something more than that. "Do you think witches are big into potpourri?" He wondered, "Maybe they do something." He suggested, wondering if it was okay to pick the box up for a closer look, the last thing he wanted was to end up cursed or something because he'd touched something he shouldn't.

"Maybe they're like... I don't know," He said with a huff his attempts at figuring out what it might be were coming up a bit short, there were too many options for him and logic was just not going to work in a place like this, "You know like a love spell or something like that, how would that even work?"

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mollyringwald
2020-02-06 06:53 pm UTC (link)

"They have to do something," Beverly agreed, before taking a cautious sniff. Yep, they smelled like rose petals - that rich and powerful scent, an English garden or a bottle of grandma's perfume. They were red roses too, deep crimson - no other color besides.

She did pick up the box, clearly not as cautious as Stan. "Ooh, a love spell - that might be fun for my party, don't you think?" Mostly the idea of putting a little pizzazz into her birthday shindig occurred to her, because she was a shit sometimes - still, it had to be harmless, if it was needed a love spell. Like, something simple for the Valentine's Day season.

Crystalline eyes glinted with curiosity. "Maybe they really are just decoration. Either way, it wouldn't hurt anyone, right?"

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