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alwaysactive (alwaysactive) wrote in snapthread,
@ 2019-10-03 17:17:00

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eddie kaspbrak, natasha romanoff (mcu)

Who: Natasha Romanoff and Eddie Kaspbrak
What: Handbook for the recently deceased.
Where: Around town
When: Today

Her arrival in town had been a quiet thing, which Natasha preferred, caught up in the arrival of a few others, so she managed to slip in a little bit more easily than if she'd arrived on her own. And she'd been taking the time since she arrived to get as much detail out of Tony and Steve both about what had happened, and her previous selves that had been in town. She wasn't sure she liked the idea of some other her being here in the past, not some other her from a different dimension, but a her from her own death. It was strange, and it didn't help her shake off the idea that this might just be some sort of purgatory.

But she kept that theory to herself for now, Tony had made a life for himself here, with Steve. In a way that she'd never thought they'd ever actually manage back home, so she didn't want to take away anything from that, even if it was just her own personal doubts about what all of this meant.

The town was interesting though, far smaller than she'd have guessed on her first day, and no amount of going through the woods managed to get her away from the town. So instead she was investigating houses, Steve and Tony had been more than kind enough to let her stay with them since she'd arrived but she would want her own space in time. And she'd heard you could just pick an empty house, so there she was wandering through the little rows of houses peering in the windows when she came across someone she didn't know from home. She didn't often forget a face, and even if he was some other version of someone she knew, he didn't carry himself right.

So she put on her friendliest smile, warm and easy going as she relaxed the set of her shoulders and lifted a hand to wave. "Hi," She said while there was still a little bit of distance between them so neither one of them were taken by surprise. "I'm new in town, I'm still getting my bearings." She explained, "I'm Natasha. I don't think we know each other?" She offered him her outstretched hand.

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ekaspbrak
2019-10-05 11:53 pm UTC (link)

"What?" He asked, looking at her in disbelief for a second because, okay, yeah, that was kind of a lot to deal with. How did you even try to set that right? She didn't seem like the type that offered up secrets too easily. Or at all so, he assumed, this was one of those situations where you had to be in the military and in a certain clearance level to actually hear the entire thing. Eddie didn't want to die here because he'd forced his potential new friend to say too much. "That... is a lot to deal with." He said out loud. "My childhood friends and I had been called back to the town we grew up in to try and kill this shapeshifting, immortal clown that, we think, came from space. It nearly killed us when we were kids." Her story was unbelievable so, maybe, she wouldn't think he was crazy about his own.

And now it had succeeded in killing him. So, yeah, this place was great. It was better than whatever was going to happen, whatever Richie saw whenever he looked at him or when he pressed his thumb about that crack in his lens. "Probably not." He agreed. "But, I think, most of them know what they're going back to. What they're missing out on." And he'd be just like them if he didn't know. He'd want to go home, stop living in fear, get a divorce, and maybe drive out to heckle Richie at one of his shows. Maybe he'd divorce Myra and just try. Just see what happened.

"Yeah, back up." He laughed because, oh, she was going to hate him. She was going to never want to speak to him again if things went to shit. If he froze up again. That was fine. She couldn't hate him more than he'd hate himself for it. He fell into step beside her, making his way to the house. Then again, he hadn't had his weapon when they were facing off against spiderhead-Stan. The weight of it, the frustration at his own death, and knowing that Natasha looked like the sort who could handle herself with no help from him might actually help him move.

He laughed, surprised he could do that and nodded. "I've had that fucking pleasure since I was 13." He didn't need dishes to know he was right. He could read Richie like a book. A simple book. "You can tell me to shut up about him." He said, realizng he might start talking a little too much about the other man if she let him.

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alwaysactive
2019-10-06 12:44 am UTC (link)

"Yes, it is." She agreed with a sad smile. More than just a lot to deal with really, it was too much most days. The only reason Natasha had managed to survive it was because there was something she'd had to devote herself to - Tony had left, and so many were gone, the Avengers needed someone. And Natasha had stepped up when the time came, she did her best until they'd had an actual plan and then she'd done everything she could to make sure it happened. She wasn't certain what she expected from Eddie's world but what he'd said was certainly not it. She blinked as she processed it all, trying to understand how a world like his and one like hers could be so different, before she shook her head. "I've never cared for clowns. Did you do it? Kill the immortal clown?" It wasn't quite like what she'd come from, but an impossible fight was something she knew a bit about and it sounded like Eddie had found himself in one.

She nodded, he was absolutely right about that. Natasha didn't know what might wait for her if she went back, perhaps nothing at all, if she left this place she might cease to be entirely, or maybe she'd go to something worse? The not knowing was a kind of terror that she wasn't sure she wanted to look at too closely. "Right, it's not quite so simple for some of us." And she wondered just how much of that fear Eddie could relate to as well. Or if he just didn't like the life he'd left behind.

Maybe she'd ask, but not just yet - it felt like the sort of thing you waited to tell someone, until you could call them a friend. Steve and Tony had known, just to look at them she'd seen the weight of that knowledge on them. But Eddie? He didn't know her, and she didn't want to throw that at him. Not when it looked like he was carrying plenty of his own.

Natasha grinned when Eddie laughed it was nice, that kind of connection with someone. It was good that he'd shown up here with that already, she was sure she wouldn't have been handling any of this quite as well if she'd shown up on her own. "No no, it's fine, any other terrible habits of his I should know about?" She teased him as they made their way to the house, it wasn't a long walk, the town itself was tiny, and she could see the house as soon as they passed the last row of houses just a little ways up a path that looked well used. "It doesn't look too creepy from here. Promising."

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ekaspbrak
2019-10-06 01:36 pm UTC (link)

Even at 13 the Losers had known better than to tell anyone else about It. With the exception of Sonia Kaspbrak, the adults had all been rather apathetic about the missing children. Even then Sonia was only interested in using those missing, dead, children as an excuse to keep her only son as close to her as possible. Even mentioning the clown that inhabited the sewers would've ended with a stay in Juniper Hill. He could tell by the way she blinked that she was struggling to accept what he'd told her but, in the end, she did. "I've been told we did. Whatever brought us in brought me before that point. That's why I still have this." He said, motioning to the weapon he was carrying. "It kiss monsters. If you believe it does."

Beverly hadn't lied. So maybe he just hadn't believed enough. Maybe he'd doubted and, in that moment, It had all that was needed to recover and kill him. He wasn't ready to go back to that and live it. To find out the details he couldn't get and could never really ask for. He nodded at her assessment because she was right. It wasn't that simple for everyone.

If asked, he may have told her. He also may have just tried to shrug it off. Natasha seemed strong but she also seemed like someone who had enough problems of her own to carry around. She didn't need some near stranger telling her all of his deepest, darkest secrets. In the grand scheme of things, however, being marked for death wasn't as big as everything else he was carrying around. It didn't feel as heavy as the things he'd struggled with since he was 13. So, they'd both keep their secrets. For now.

Richie was easy to talk about and Natasha was easy to talk to. She didn't judge him, the way he always expected people to when he allowed his affection for Richie to show so openly. He smiled at her and shook his head. "We'd need a longer walk to get through all of them." He sighed because they were already close to the house in question. Looking up at it, Eddie let out a sigh of relief. Part of him had been expecting to look up at see the house on Neibolt street staring back at him. This was a good change. "Let's go see how scary these doors are."

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alwaysactive
2019-10-06 09:48 pm UTC (link)

It was strange, hearing Eddie tell her about where he'd come from, that point before they had won, it was very similar to the same place that Natasha was from in her own journey. Her friends had gone on and finished the job, she was told about it later in much the same way. And well, she got the feeling their lives had ended in a similar sort of way. "It's a good weapon." Natasha agreed when he showed off his piece of fencing, had he said it differently, had he been someone else she might just have rolled her eyes at that kind of sentiment, but hearing it from Eddie and his belief in the power of it - well Natasha couldn't do anything to take that away from him. "Sometimes that's the most important thing, belief in a thing." It was certainly all the had going for them when it came to getting the stones. "I've worked with less and it never goes well."

It turned out talking to people here was a bit of a treacherous sort of thing. Natasha had never been good about talking about the real things, the parts of herself that were true. And it was even more difficult when it came to strangers. And add her death to it all? And Natasha wasn't certain what they had to talk about at all if not more of Eddie's life. And Richie. Which was nice actually, hearing about normal things like that. It had been so long since Natasha had met anyone who could talk like that. About normal life, she'd almost forgotten it was a thing that happened, that people could have things like that.

"We'll have to make some time later," She said with a small laugh, she wanted to hear more about Eddie's life, it was like a balm in a lot of ways. To have someone who could talk like that. And she appreciated it more than she realized she might have before he'd just gone and done it. But they had a house to deal with for now and she wanted to see for herself what it was all about.

So together they made their way up the path to the house and from the outside it didn't look too different to most of the houses in town, the biggest difference was though once they went in was that it was clear it was just full of different doors. And from what Tony said none of them had any set destinations they were always a bit of a toss up. "Do you think we should try one?" She asked Eddie, it didn't look too scary just yet, just a house with a lot of doors. "Tony said some of them go through the doors often to bring back supplies and things." So how bad could it be really?

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ekaspbrak
2019-10-07 04:12 am UTC (link)

The power of believe was actually a pretty big deal as far as It was concerned. As children it had given them the power to defeat it, to hurt it. Even if that had only been temporary. They had disrupted It's feeding cycle and sent it back down into the depths of the sewers or wherever it had wound up. He nodded, agreeing with her. It meant a lot that she hadn't made fun of him for it or rolled her eyes. It wouldn't have stopped him from believing but he definitely would've had a reason to try and close himself off from her.

Even if he knew that they had come from similiar (yet completely different) circumstances he still would've chosen to focus on the normal aspects of life. Maybe it was impressive that his friends had gone on to kill something that seemed to be immortal and maybe he was unhappy with his own death but, really, who wanted to talk about that? The safer topics were better (even if they were only mildly safe) and if his potential new friend didn't mind hearing about mundane things like Richie's love for "your mom" jokes then what was it really hurting?

"Maybe clear your schedule. It might take a whole afternoon." He teased, certain that neither of them had a schedule to keep anymore or anywhere to be. Maybe he'd see about talking Richie into picking out furniture so Natasha would have somewhere to sit while they talked.

The house, itself, wasn't creepy. Walking up to it was like walking up to any of the other ones Eddie had decided to go out and inspect the structural integrity of... or whatever excuse he'd given himself. The difference, of course, was the interior and the doors. To his surprise none of them looked all that bad. There certainly weren't any options written in blood upon them. Whether or not that was a relief depended entirely on what was beyond them. Like Natasha said, others went through for supples. It couldn't be that bad. Maybe they could find one that opened to a pharmacy and he could find an inhaler (so Richie wouldn't yell at him to just fucking breathe during an attack again) or something more useful. "Yeah..." He decided. "Let's try one." If it opened up to a closet or a demon pomeranian again he was going to be pissed.

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alwaysactive
2019-10-07 06:19 am UTC (link)

Natasha laughed, "Well that's the nice thing about this place, right?" She raised her shoulders a little in a shrug, "I've got nothing but time on my hands. If it turns out you really do want to spend and afternoon telling me about it I can make the time for it." Normal was better than anything else. Sure there hadn't been much normal about Natasha's life, at least by comparison. But she craved it all the same, maybe that's why she'd fallen for Clint and his family the way she had. They were normal even with everything Clint did.

It was entirely foreign to Natasha the first time she'd met them, his wife and their children. And then somehow there had been space for her there and they'd become her family too, a little bit of normal in a life that was anything but. And she'd given everything to help keep them together. She'd never regret that. But she didn't want to think about what she'd given up. She'd much rather listen to Eddie talk about his normal.

They'd do that later though, for now they were dealing with something decidedly not normal. Because sure the house looked fine, but if the doors went anywhere? Then that qualified as the opposite of normal. But with Eddie's agreement she decided to pick one of the doors at random and peered inside.

"Well..." She said standing back a little bit to let him see. "I don't know what I expected but this was not it." Beyond the doorway was a world bathed in a soft pastel pink, a field of what looked like lush swaying pink grasses and a sun overhead warm and bright as it showed them a beautiful spring day. She guessed it might be spring at least, but that was probably just because it seemed so bright and nice and reminded her of that particular season.

"I wonder," She frowned and then looked around the other side of the door where other doors lined the walls and she left the door to that field open and then opened another door this time it was a city street, but not any city she'd ever been to. Cars zipped by flying past the door way and over their heads she saw as she looked up to see buildings rising up into the sky and disappearing into a layer of clouds. She pulled back then looking between the two doors each of them going to their own unique world not changing despite the other door she'd opened. "Should we go in one?" She asked Eddie? She'd be plenty happy to just try a couple other doors and see where they went, but she was curious too.

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ekaspbrak
2019-10-08 10:01 pm UTC (link)

Maybe he should've been a little taken aback by that. By the idea that someone, anyone, actually wanted to sit back and listen to him talk about Richie Tozier. He couldn't remember the last time he'd ever actually been able to do just that. Except... maybe he could. Maybe he remembered meeting Richie when he was six or seven and telling his mom about his new friend at a mile per minute. Maybe he remembered the way she'd frowned. The way she'd immediately disliked his new and only friend. Richie was too loud, too rough. He didn't treat Eddie like he was made of glass. Her disapproval just made Eddie like him more. Maybe he'd always given in to his mother's demands on everything else about his life but the one, and only, thing he'd never budged on was Richie. "Careful, I might think you're serious and actually take you up on that offer." He teased.

Introducing her to his normal might not be so bad. There was a chance that Richie himself would be hanging around whenever they got together next. Talking about Richie in front of Richie was always fun. She'd probably, at least, get a laugh out of it. Maybe. As long as he didn't toss this whole friendship out the window by bailing on her at the first sign of danger.

"Well... at least it's not a closet." He said, more to himself than her. Wherever that place was it was... pink. Very pink. It wasn't bad. Kind of comforting in a way. Certainly nice to look at. Though, by now, he was a little reluctant to take pleasant things behind doors at face value. That Pomeranian had been cute too. It'd even sat when Richie told it too. It hadn't stayed cute. He wondered what the chances of this place staying peaceful and comforting were.

The next door she opened was... busier. Louder but in a comforting sort of way. He'd grown used to noise in New York. Now silence sort of creeped him out. Moving away from the door with the nice, pink field he moved towards the new one she'd opened and just peered through it. "It seems kind of a waste not to." He said after a moment's worth of thought. Yeah, he was screaming at himself internally about that one. Who knew what they'd find? He'd already died once and he was a little tired of self pity. He could find out if just how brave he was by doing something stupid with a person he hardly knew and then, once he survived, go back to dwelling on his death. That seemed fair.

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alwaysactive
2019-10-09 02:27 am UTC (link)

"I'm gonna tell you a secret," She grinned as he teased her about potentially taking her up on her offer of a willing ear, "I'm kind of in needs of some new friends, so if it turns out you want to hang out sometime, even if it's just to tell me all about your friend I'd be happy to do it." It wasn't even that she didn't have friends here, because she obviously did, she was staying with them, but she needed something normal. And what was happening with Steve and Tony wasn't normal. It wasn't bad, they'd been circling one another for years now, but it wasn't what she'd known and she needed a little time with that before it slotted itself into the normal category again.

For now though they were dealing with something decidedly not normal, the house and its doors and Natasha was fascinated by it, this kind of magic, because it had to be magic, right? was amazing. Truthfully the pinky field was pretty but not very interesting. Not in the same way that the city was interesting. A room could be a field perhaps, but a room that was a city? Full of people? That was a little more difficult for her to wrap her mind around.

"Would you rather it was a closet?" She wondered of the rooms, that seemed like it would be boring and she'd have to have a word with Steve and Tony both about them not telling her the doors just lead to closets.

"Which one should we try?" She wondered, she had her own preference, but she thought she'd find either interesting and considering the fear she'd seen in Eddie's eyes earlier she thought it'd be the nicer thing to let him decide what he wanted to do with it.

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ekaspbrak
2019-10-13 10:40 pm UTC (link)

He was still pretty sure she was going to regret this life choice but he was pretty sure anyone who'd spent enough time with both Richie and himself wound up regretting it after awhile. Stan certainly had as a kid no matter how much he loved them. The jokes, the bickering, the way the two of them couldn't seem to leave each other alone and, frankly, didn't want to was probably infuriating. She seemed to be the sensible type. Maybe they'd win her over but she'd definitely question why she'd ever thought hanging out with them was a good idea. "Well, you're always welcome at the Loser house." He decided. "You might want to wait until we get furniture and plates."

With that invitation out in the open he could go back to focusing on doors that lead to serene pink fields and whole entire cities. This was probably magic. He didn't want to believe that. He spent so much of his normal life working with statistics to try and predict trends. It was all very grounded in reality and what could, realistically, happen. There should've been no way he could open a door in a house and find an entirely different world. It was probably best to just turn the logical part of his brain off, the same way he basically had to in Derry. If he could accept a space alien clown that ate children every 27 years then magic doors should be a piece of cake.

He glanced towards Natasha when she asked if he would've rather been presented with a closet and shook his head. "Last time it was Richie and I were attacked by a severed set of legs." Because that was the logical explanation for it. A closet wasn't scary because he was dealing with some internalized issues that it pointed out in a glaringly obvious way. Nope. Not at all.

It actually was nice of her to ask his opinion and let him look at both doors and attempt to try and predict what could happen. Neither of the doors were completely free of danger. Even the seemingly harmless looking field could hold something terrible hidden among all that swaying pink grass. Cites, however, meant hospitals and hospitals meant medication, medical supplies. Things that were always useful no matter what the situation was. Sure, they had a nurse but they may have only had one.

"Neither option is ideal." He admitted. "However, I would prefer the city." Because, yes, the idea of finding medical supplies was great and all but there was a whole fucking city behind a door. A door that didn't look any bigger than the one that lead into his closet in the house he shared with Richie.

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alwaysactive
2019-10-14 10:48 pm UTC (link)

"I'll give you guys a week to get things together then, and then we'll see about it." She agreed with a smile, she'd ask him about the Loser house thing then probably, for now she'd let that go and instead focus on these doors and the house and the seriously baffling turn this had all taken. And as someone who had time traveled it took a lot to throw her, but this had done it.

Of course Eddie seemed to be pretty good at throwing her for a loop too, first when he told her what he'd just come from and now this, being faced with a pair of severed legs. She blinked at him for a moment and then shook her head. "I can't say I'd want to encounter anything like that if I ever had a choice about it. They attacked you?" She asked again, "Really? I thought I had it bad facing down an alien army. But I think I'd go with that over the severed legs." Because well - she could handle a fight, but some things were just creepy as hell and she'd just rather not.

So some of Eddie's jumpiness made more sense now the more she learned about him, the way he clutched his fence post and his sort of wariness about doors to other realms, well she could understand him not being eager to try it. And the fact that he was there with her was incredibly brave in her estimation. She'd been brought up for this kind of life, trained for it for years, she knew how to handle it. But Eddie? Well he certainly hadn't been trained.

"Maybe we can find you some of those dishes," She suggested too when he mentioned preferring the city. And probably any number of other things that he might need in point of fact. She supposed this was how they kept the town stocked too, finding cities like this one and bringing things back. It made sense, even though it didn't really make any sense. "Guess we're gonna try this one then, she pushed the other door closed, leaving behind the open field and instead opening a bit wider the door to the city. And because Eddie had made the choice, Natasha decided she'd step through first, just in case there was anything on the other side they weren't seeing from their vantage point, but it really did just seem like a city street, people walking back and forth paying them no mind.

"Seems normal?" She said looking back at Eddie on the other side. From her side of the door it looked like they were coming out of the side of a building where there had been no door before.

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ekaspbrak
2019-10-15 10:06 pm UTC (link)

"Generous of you." He said and, really, that seemed like too much time. If Richie decided to keep being completely unhelpful then Eddie would just fill it with whatever he liked. The comedian would just have to deal with it. Until he could find something to do he had all the time in the world to furniture shop. Or figure out where people actually got furniture from. He didn't expect there to be much of disruption to what was slowly becoming routine here.

He nearly laughed at what she said. Obviously, yes, he believed she'd fought down an alien army. That wasn't hard to believe after the fucking clown. It was just the idea that she might decide fighting an alien army was better than having a set of severed legs charge her from inside a closet. Nevermind that Natasha probably wouldn't have seen a closet. "Remember that child murdering clown I told you about? Yeah, he liked playing head games with us. Psychological torture bullshit. When you come over I'll tell you about the time I froze up and Richie nearly died." Because now was not the time to discuss spider-head Stan. These stories could be saved. Parsed out through their relationship.

He hadn't been trained for anything. He'd been a sickly child with an overbearing mother and had grown into an overly cautious adult. If anything, his upbringing had taught him to be afraid. Everything could hurt him. Everything would hurt him. It wasn't worth the risk. Sure, he was afraid of a lot but he was brave too. That bravery hadn't been taught at home though. If he was brave it was because of the friends he'd managed to make as a child. Because of the Losers and, yes, Richie Tozier. Some things were worth it even if there were risks involved.

"Oh I hope so." He chuckled because coming back with dishes for the house would be great even if that wasn't what he was hoping to find there. Medical supplies. He needed bandages on hand even if it was only for his own peace of mind. He'd probably be a little more than impressed by whatever he managed to find in there.

So, maybe he should've felt a little worst about letting Natasha go first. He had a weapon, after all. Even with that weapon, however, he was certain Natasha was the one better equipped to protect herself if something went horribly wrong right from the start. Besides, this wasn't the first time in his life a woman had shown more bravery and courage than him. Beverly had been the first to take that plunge into the waters below while they hung out at the quarry that day. The boys had just followed her lead. Eddie had no problem following Natasha's lead.

"Well, here goes." He said before stepping through. She said it looked normal and, yes, it did. It looked just like they'd stepped through a door and onto any other city street. The only difference was that this whole city was behind a door in a house in a town that was, decidedly not this city. "Do we close this one?" He asked, looking back at where they'd come through and wondering. If things went bad how did they get back out? Would they be able to find the door? If they left the door open could something get through?

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alwaysactive
2019-10-16 06:18 am UTC (link)

"And that right there," She said shaking her head as Eddie explained the severed legs a little bit more, "Is exactly why I'd prefer the alien army. I'm not a big fan of psychological torment, so if I have the choice to avoid it?" She lifted her shoulders, it wasn't really much of a choice. And she hated that it was something Eddie had to face, or anyone for that matter. It was never a good thing when something like that was in the world, she knew, and people who weren't trained for it having to endure it? Just made it that much worse.

"Yeah, we're going to have to trade war stories one of these days." She agreed, because she had a feeling he had a couple whoppers, and well it would be new for her to talk about some of what she'd done with someone who hadn't already lived it. But that's what all of this was for right? Figuring things out? Trying new things? Making new friends? At least that's what she told herself, she wasn't totally sure it was, but she was going to try it at the very least.

For now though there was the city on the other side of the door, and maybe dishes for Eddie and whatever else the might find that seemed right. For now they were just on the street, looking around and taking it all in. Eddie there beside her after he'd come through too. She looked back at the door again at his question, pursing her lips for a moment. "I think," She said after a moment, "Maybe we close it," She didn't like the thought of an unguarded opening into their world, it felt too peaceful there to invite that kind of thing into it, but closing it and closing themselves into this world was a risk.

"I've heard that nothing has come through the doors yet that someone from town hadn't brought on purpose, but it feels like on a street like this maybe we shouldn't test that theory." People didn't seem to be paying either of them or the door much attention at the moment, like they couldn't see it, or they were just too busy with their lives to pay it much attention. "Maybe we do a sort of mostly closed thing, and we don't go too far." Which would limit their options when it came to dishes, but she thought might make the idea of the door being sort of closed easier to bear too, so they wouldn't have to worry about getting lost either.

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ekaspbrak
2019-10-19 06:56 pm UTC (link)

Psychological torture was just par for the course at this point in any of the Losers' lives. Eddie included. Though, yes, if he had his choice between being tormented by a leper, his dead friend's severed head, severed legs, a closet, or a Pomeranian and an alien army he'd probably take the army too. That was just the most recent shit too. He hadn't even gone into the horrors the Losers had seen at 13. They'd have to trade war stories eventually. He'd like to hear more about the army she faced or whatever she was willing to tell him and it might be nice to actually talk about some of this shit with someone who believed him. It might be beneficial for both of them.

Right now, however, the entire fucking city on the other side of the door was the priority. Along with whatever they were going to find. Dishes maybe. Bandages and gauze, hopefully. He'd settle for a large bottle of hand sanitizer at this point. Just... anything that might settle his mind on the who germ front or the household. He'd already decided that Richie wouldn't be much help when it came to filling their place. It really would be up to Eddie.

Seeing her look back to the open door and consider the dangers just made him like her more. Natasha was practical. She was brave but didn't seem reckless about it. She looked at the situation they were in and considered the variables. It was something most of his friends didn't do. Something they should've done a little more of.

He didn't worry too much when she said they should close it because he could still see the gears turning in her head. He, too, didn't really like the idea of leaving the door open and risking setting something free in the world they'd just stepped out of. He also didn't like the idea of possibly losing this door and finding themselves trapped here with no means of escape if things went bad. "I agree with you." He said. "Just because nothing has come through yet doesn't mean it'll never happen." The risk was probably minimal but still there. There was no way of knowing just how aware of the doors the inhabitants of these worlds were.

He could deal with mostly closed. If they did it right then no one would become aware of it and they could still find it if they needed to make a quick retreat. He nodded and reached for the door, pulling it mostly closed. Taking a step back he inspected the building they had just come out of and nodded, seemingly satisfied with what he saw. "You know... this does make me wonder where the door would've been in that open field." A tree? Randomly out in the middle of a sky? Would there be a building that was sitting there just for the door? Someone else would have to figure that out later and tell him. He still preferred the city.

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alwaysactive
2019-10-20 08:21 pm UTC (link)

Natasha nodded, it wasn't that she was the only one to ever stop and think - but often she was the only one to take a step back and consider what their actions might lead to. So it was nice to see a little bit of that in Eddie too - this was a situation with a lot of possibilities for how it might all play out in the end, there was no way to know for certain if any one option might be more realistic than another. In truth, were she not already dead, she might just have been a little bit more skeptical of a place that had so many variables to deal with. But there they were, dead and in a city that they'd stepped into through a door in a house in a town that would fit in a space less than half the size of one of these city blocks.

It was all more than just a little bit crazy. She knew this, and she was running with it. There hadn't been a lot about her life over the last decade that hadn't been more than a little bit crazy.

But here they were looking around and trying to decide their next course of action, she closed the door, slowly, watching as she did to make sure that she knew exactly what they were dealing with and that they'd be able to get back again. But in the end it closed just like any other door and remained there looking not quite like it belonged, but not so out of place that it drew attention to itself.

"You know, I hadn't thought of that." She admitted when Eddie mentioned the door into the field. "Maybe it would have been one of those free standing doors with nothing on either side of it. Like you see in movies." Well she thought maybe they were in movies, that seemed like the sort of thing that would be. "Next time it opens out into a field I'll have to go through just to see how it looks." Though she guessed any other field might handle it differently than the one they'd just seen.

"I see a couple drug stores around," She pointed out after she felt settled enough about the door and the reaction of people on the street to it and them. "Want to start there and then see how we feel after?"

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ekaspbrak
2019-10-31 09:40 pm UTC (link)

There were a lot of variables. A lot of unknowns and, really, it would be hard for him to try and predict what would happen and what action was the best without more information. That would involve talking to more people or becoming acquainted with individuals who had gone through the doors before and who were willing to talk about the experience. The fact that he didn't and couldn't know the risks involved with any of this was a little worrying but, maybe, it didn't matter. He'd already died. The worst had happened. He should probably just move on and worry about the doors and what could be set loose into their sleepy little town when he wasn't stuck inside one of the doors.

The field and it's door was definitely something to be revisited but not by him. This was a little much even for him, even if he was dead. Hell, thinking about how he was dead was a little much for him. So Natasha could revisit the pink field whenever she liked and just tell him about it. He'd love to hear about it.

The mention of drug stores perked him right up though. Maybe he couldn't get an inhaler or any of his other drugs (because they were all prescription and he doubted he could have his doctor call them in here)but he could get a few other supplies. Eddie had been in drug stores and hospitals so much as both a child and an adult he knew a thing or two about playing medic. Not enough to take care of himself, obviously, but he might need a few things. Just in case Richie injured himself or for when he needed to change the bandage on his face. "You know what, I'd love to start at a drug store." He said a little too easily.

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