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ʙᴇᴠ (mollyringwald) wrote in snapthread,
@ 2020-03-04 09:54:00

Entry tags:

!partner thread, beverly marsh, st john allerdyce (616)

Who: Bev & (St) John
What: A lox bagel, that's what
When: Now
Where: Through the doors, 1940s New York

Send a salami to your boy in the Army.

That was the slogan, an advertisement hanging up on the wall in Katz's Deli, world famous and a draw for regular schmo's and celebrities alike - Bev thought it was a nice idea, because they clearly stepped into a time when World War II was still going. And soldiers overseas lived off of rations that fell under the umbrella of 'godawful.'

It had been easy enough to find the place - the neon sign lit up like a beacon though, admittedly, Bev felt like she wasn't dressed for the times. It was supposed to be a date so she attempted to look decent, however, and had picked a striped sweater dress that hugged her nicely, with tall boots beneath - she was more 70s throwback than 40s, but whatever. At least they actually found an appropriate door, and didn't end up in Timbuktu or something.

She had a chocolate egg cream (though it contained neither eggs nor cream, discuss) and a lox bagel sandwich that was all about the salmon and she was surprisingly into it. "Should probably pick up some old-timey candy while we're here," she noted, poking her straw around in said egg cream. "Maybe that'd be a fun addition to the movie theater that is...slowly being built."

If Eddie and Stan could both stop for two seconds and pull their heads from their asses, that is.

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untamedinferno
2020-03-08 04:09 am UTC (link)

There wasn't really anything more entertaining than being able to see the things you'd never see in person. So being able to check out appliances and other things in person and be able to see it in the shiniest glory of it's time, well it was priceless. "Back in my day," He paused. "Fuck, I swear I'm not that old, but back where I come from and been - you did on occasion get milk delivered each day from a milk man." John laughed.

Closing the lid of the record player and securing it appropriately, he hefted it up and gave a thumbs up. "I got this thing." Pyro gave a grunt. Okay, it was heavy but he wasn't about to let that halt his machismo. "We'll get this safely back to your boy.

"Now, lets go find more cool things." John spoke up, bumping her hip with his as he passed. "Maybe they'll deliver a fridge to the door we came through?" He joked, because that would totally work, right?

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mollyringwald
2020-03-08 01:06 pm UTC (link)

"Wait, so what year are you actually from?" Beverly asked, because sure, she heard bits and pieces here and there about John's background - but she thought it might be nice to get more. If he wanted to talk about it, but she was curious about what his life had been like. She was pretty sure most everyone in town knew about the brush with a killer clown her and her friends experienced; they'd all arrived traumatized, anyway, so it was hard not to notice.

The record player, paid for in cash by Beverly who had made sure to bring enough since when you went through the doors you never knew where you'd end up, was now hers. Or soon to be Richie's, but. She was certain he'd be over the moon about it. "Thank you," she said to John, taking the package and carrying it carefully - it was put into a Bloomingdale's bag, so she'd just bring this back through the doors. "I wish. We might have to shelve our fridge dreams. At least there's candy though, right?"

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untamedinferno
2020-03-09 01:36 pm UTC (link)

Okay. That was fair. John laughed none the less. "Nah. I grew up in Australia and then worked for different Asian newspapers before turning to my life of crime." Pyro acknowledged. "So some of the places I lived didn't have the best running appliances and I got fresh milk delivered. Ice cold." Pointing to Beverly he laughed. "It's not because of the time, it was out of necessity." Though he left it there as they worked their way through the store so Bev could get the record player paid for. "I'm also a published author." He decided to add in on that note.

Once the record player was paid for, and they were on their way to their next spot - where ever that landed them. "Oh, no need to thank me. I'm more than happy." He said looking over. "You sure you don't want me to carry that." John offered pointing to the record player, because damn it, chivalry wasn't dead and he would carry the books or more appropriately the record player of the girl he was sorta, kinda, maybe sweet on.

"It'd be nice, but yes, let us worry less of the cool fridge and worry about the candy."

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mollyringwald
2020-03-09 06:28 pm UTC (link)

The words life of crime had her intrigued - was he a mobster or something? But Beverly didn't think it was that. Unless John was going for some kind of long game, he seemed like he just wanted to live his life in the small town of Starklandia and not make waves - besides, the town was kind of low on crime. Probably because it'd be pretty easy to deduce what was going on or, well, she didn't know - everyone was tired and just wanted to exist, leave me alone. That was how she felt most of the time.

"What kinds of things do you write?" she asked, giving him the bag containing the record player. "And thanks - I guess it is a little heavy. One of my friends back home is a writer too, but - " Bill was...well, he had problems writing endings? Wrapping things up? Funny that she seemed drawn to writer-types though. "I know he was going through some writer's block."

Following the signs for the exit, they could pass through a couple other departments before hitting the streets - she wanted to check out one of the bodegas, because these days they were prominent - whereas in modern times, they were kind of a lost art. The bodega culture took shape in the 1940s, so it'd interesting to be right in the middle of that.

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untamedinferno
2020-03-09 06:47 pm UTC (link)

Just a chapter in his life really. Probably the biggest chapter in said life, considering that since he hooked up with the Brotherhood he did everything for the cause, up to the end, but his life was about the Brotherhood. Currently, and even when he arrived he had decided he was pretty much over it. John just was prepared to exist and do his own thing. He just honestly didn't give a fuck any more.

A nervous chuckle escaped as he took the bag from her hands. "That's a delicate conversation." He laughed a little more hoisting the record player. "There are novels out there." An entire series in his bedroom. "I also wrote for some news papers. Nothing important or anything." John shrugged. "Don't particularly write now, just did." Looking to Bev, John tried to read her face. "What did he write, your friend?"

The different departments caught his attention minimally, being more concerned with where the day was going. He just simply, wasn't in a hurry. The day was nice, even in the forties like this. "Well, there is plenty of light left. Lets get into some trouble." John chimed in. "We have candy, and the whole city to tour." Holding his arm back out to her, John offered that award winning grin of his. "Lets make the most of this time."

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mollyringwald
2020-03-09 11:24 pm UTC (link)

"Horror novels, mainly. Fiction. I think some of his works got turned into movies," Beverly said, or at least, one novel did - it was in progress when they'd all gotten the call from Mike to return to Derry. "If you have any of your work I'd love to read it?"

She wouldn't push though. Taking John's arm, she was happy to stroll along and see what else they could find. There was a store down the block that looked promising, one of those family-owned mom and pop types of places, a deli and candy store. She wanted to see what was inside - obviously, the war had changed a lot, but she had a feeling there was still some brightness to be found in places.

"Oh, and do you remember Bazooka gum?" she asked suddenly. "So good. With those little comics." It was on the list, to bring back.

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untamedinferno
2020-03-10 12:47 pm UTC (link)

A small chuckle came from John. "I wasn't near any of that popularity." His small little of collection was humble, and paid the bills a bit at the time. Of course, there were only a few who knew of such things. Carol, Kitty, and now Beverly. "I'll have to see what I can find, if I have any of the work." Which of course he did, it was one of his early on gifts.

Following the line of sight from his date, he smirked. "We didn't have Bazooka gum where I'm from." He stated as the approached the shop. "By where I'm from, I mean Australia - not my world." He laughed. Opening the door for Bev he allowed her to go in first as they were greeted by an older man in a apron.

It was just like he hoped it to be, and honestly it was similar to those he went into during any stint he spent in New York to start with. Bodegas were just sort of frozen in time. "Oh, Bev," John pointed. "Coke in glass bottles..." He trailed off. "Coke was always better from glass." With that in mind, he started taking some good old items and bringing them to the front counter.

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mollyringwald
2020-03-10 07:11 pm UTC (link)

Beverly sort of did love an ice cold Coke - especially with a slice of pizza or a cheeseburger. Yum. "Nice choice," she grinned. "What kind of candy did you have in Australia?" She had never been, obviously. But it always seemed like an exotic place, where the toilets flushed backwards (did they really?) and kangaroos just bouncing around on the dusty roads.

She was delighted to explore the shop, with shelves that were taller than she was - and she picked out some good stuff too. Some old-fashioned things, like caramel marshmallow sticks, jellies, finger crackers (which just sort of looked like long, thin biscuits with chocolate), those Fun Dips and even, yes, a box or two of Bazooka gum.

Such nostalgia. Such greatness, that everything was basically a nickel.

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untamedinferno
2020-03-10 07:42 pm UTC (link)

Oh their stacks were getting large alright. Between the cases of coke they were getting. Coke, Mountain Dew (who knew they came to be in 1940), 7-Up, and others. It was really becoming quite the haul honestly. Glancing around a shelf to Bev he stopped to think for a moment back to his childhood and the candy that graced his sticky fingers. "I would suppose, things like Bubbly and Double Dip." He shrugged some. "Realizing some, a lot of the candy I had had different names here."

Feeling satisfied with the number of treats he had gathered, he looked about the stuff and they might have gotten a little carried away. "Fuck me." John said, getting an immediate look from the older man for such language in front of a lady. John rolled his eyes. "Y'know, this might be too much - but I sure the hell am not putting any of it back." John laughed though, looking at the considerably small amount of money that their load was costing considering they were almost draining the store dry.

"Oi, mate?" John called out to get the attention of the man. "How much for that trolley?" He pointed out to the dolly in the corner. "How about this.." John looked at the price and dug into his pocket pulling out two hundred out. "I'll give you this for all of this, plus the trolley." Needless to say, there was little argument from the older man getting such a deal in his favor. "There. Problem solved. "Anything else, you want?" John called to Beverly while loading up their loot on their brand new, fairly used trolley.

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mollyringwald
2020-03-10 10:54 pm UTC (link)

"I think you gave him a heart attack," Beverly teased, since the look on the man's face - well, it was like he'd won the lottery and then some. Of course he was going to give up his dolly - two hundred dollars could probably buy a car in this time period.

Or, well, maybe not. But it was still more than it happened to be in their current time period.

It was like, real soda too (all that Coca-Cola and Mountain Dew) and not just the stuff tainted with high fructose corn syrup - so it'd be good to have for the movie theater, Bev thought. She added a few more packages of candy and surveyed their haul. "Nope, looks good,"she decided, dusting her hands off. "We can definitely roll this back through the door pretty easily."

So it was a successful trip, in her view. You're welcome for all the sugar, Starklandia.

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