[ a small box of items will be found on beverly's bed whenever she comes inside. a new jumpsuit in her size is among the items as well as a gray knit jacket with a hood and big buttons and navy colored cloth shoes. there's a crumpled pack of cigarettes too with 6 still inside. they might be a little stale, but they're in decent enough shape. there's a hand written note that just says: ] - Micro + Hotdog
[ the first thing bev thinks, when she sees the box on the bed, is bill. more of bill's things, from his room, or - well, no, that's not very logical. the thought dissipates as soon as she touches it, because it's real and bill, wherever he is, he's not here. what's inside causes a startled smile, like good news is something she's unused to. the new jumpsuit is awesome, the color looks incredible and it seems like it'll actually fit her. she's been missing her boots like crazy, so the shoes too are a welcome change from whatever she's been stuck with normally. she'll start to change immediately, only noticing the pack of cigarettes as it tumbles free of her new coat.
o blessed nicotine. hallowed be thy name. there's a moment where she doesn't know how to thank him. she could visit, but - she doesn't actually know where he lives. so she falls back to texting, which doesn't seem appropriate but she'll get used to it quickly enough, not realizing a modern teen her age would text and not think twice about it. ]
[ frank isn't good at texting, and he's even worse at accepting gratitude. the response comes almost a day later than her message, and it's super predictably lame. ]
you know it plus like who wants to approach two old dudes and a dog at a welcome booth perv alert much?
[ "POOR BEARS" no it's true though. the most wild animals bev's ever come into contact with have been stray dogs, but it's weird to think of a whole woodland without forest creatures dwelling there. ]
i bet u can handle it just remember the hills have eyes ok
(Bev will find in the middle of where she sleeps a carefully folded up square of cloth. The cloth itself is worn soft and mostly useless, as it was just for the intention of holding what was inside. Inside being a handmade pin and a folded up note written on some floral-print scrapbooking paper.
His writing on it is a little shaky, as if he had either written the letter quickly or emotionally- and knowing Eddie? It was probably a combination of both.)
Bev-
Back on the station I made one of these for you, but that didn't come through with me. This is technically Richie's.
Take care of it for him, okay? He wouldn't wa- want anything to happen to it I don't think.
I gave Bill's pin to Max. I hope that's okay. She...kind of is a lot like us I think
And I gave
Jake has Bill's bike. It felt weird having one of the Losers' Club having the bike and not...being Bill? Does that make sense? I don't know. Jake will take good care of it. I know he will. I trust him.
I trust you. With this. It's just us two now so we gotta stick together more than ever.
[ eddie's note will be written on a rather beaten-up square of paper bev scavenged. she'd have just written on the back of his letter, but she wants to keep it. if she ever gets her stuff back, this is going straight in her backpack. she wants more memories of the losers to keep, as morbid as that sounds. ]
Eddie,
Thank you for the pin, I'm gonna wear it all the time.
Max is like us. I get it.
Jake too. He kinda reminds me of a young Bill, actually. So good call there.
I'll keep Richie's safe until we see him again. You know we will.
Missing Bill reminded me that it won't be forever. We all belong together. So long as we remember that, we can survive anything.
Love, Bev
[ she'll leave it folded up on his pillow, not ostentatious but visible. ]
[Look at her using emojis. This canon brother from another mother is so proud.]
Logan did most of the work, but I'm glad you like the spot we picked. Now you can use it whenever you want. It belongs to all of you more than it does me.
Hey, it's a step up from Jacob. I don't think Eddie realizes that's not actually my full name.
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probably 3/17 or 18 whatever is clever
I YELPED!!!
o blessed nicotine. hallowed be thy name. there's a moment where she doesn't know how to thank him. she could visit, but - she doesn't actually know where he lives. so she falls back to texting, which doesn't seem appropriate but she'll get used to it quickly enough, not realizing a modern teen her age would text and not think twice about it. ]
thanks, mayor
yes good
sure ð
text
i got some cigarettes for my birthday if ur interested
p.s. don't go spreadin this shit around i'd like to make these last obviously
text
!!!
yeah im interested
[ and, in the interest of fairness. ]
i got an old pack for i guess playing nice with the welcome committee??
they're a lil stale but there's 6 of them
[ no telling how long their supply'll last, but she's willing to be upfront about the numbers. ]
text
i'm gonna be gone for about a week so i'll be shocked if you don't go through all those by then
text
where r u going?
[ they will DEFINITELY be all gone by then. ]
text
some camping trip? gonna trek to see the sound eaters and gather info or something i guess
text
think i'm gonna help with the welcome crew so i might be able to find their hookup
[ not that this was her reason for volunteering, but it's certainly a perk. ]
oh nice
i've never been camping
i'd say watch out for bears but the sound eaters probly ate them
text
[ so she can take advantage of them like the selfish teenager she is ok ]
good point, poor bears
i haven't been in a while so here's to hoping i don't fuck up and be that One Guy who comes back with a sprained ankle
text
plus like
who wants to approach two old dudes and a dog at a welcome booth
perv alert much?
[ "POOR BEARS" no it's true though. the most wild animals bev's ever come into contact with have been stray dogs, but it's weird to think of a whole woodland without forest creatures dwelling there. ]
i bet u can handle it
just remember the hills have eyes ok
text
or maybe he does know and doesn't care
i can't tell
HOLY SHIT THANKS FOR THAT
I meant to do this soooner. Delivery - Backdated to...uhhh..right after camping trip? idk.
His writing on it is a little shaky, as if he had either written the letter quickly or emotionally- and knowing Eddie? It was probably a combination of both.)
Bev-
Back on the station I made one of these for you, but that didn't come through with me. This is technically Richie's.
Take care of it for him, okay? He wouldn't
wa-want anything to happen to it I don't think.I gave Bill's pin to Max. I hope that's okay. She...kind of is a lot like us I think
And I gaveJake has Bill's bike. It felt weird having one of the Losers' Club having the bike and not...being Bill? Does that make sense? I don't know. Jake will take good care of it. I know he will. I trust him.
I trust you. With this. It's just us two now so we gotta stick together more than ever.
Love you.
-Eddie
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Eddie,
Thank you for the pin, I'm gonna wear it all the time.
Max is like us. I get it.
Jake too. He kinda reminds me of a young Bill, actually. So good call there.
I'll keep Richie's safe until we see him again. You know we will.
Missing Bill reminded me that it won't be forever. We all belong together. So long as we remember that, we can survive anything.
Love,
Bev
[ she'll leave it folded up on his pillow, not ostentatious but visible. ]
text;
Thought it would be better here, where everyone can see it in the new house. What do you think?
text;
(gotta work on the nickname)
text;
Logan did most of the work, but I'm glad you like the spot we picked. Now you can use it whenever you want. It belongs to all of you more than it does me.
Hey, it's a step up from Jacob. I don't think Eddie realizes that's not actually my full name.
double taps you, fight me