[open] suddenly there are clouds all around and the clouds all around her are warm

[likeseggos]

Who: Eleven and you!
Where: Library
When: 11/21
Rating: Probably not more than PG-13 lbr
Summary: Eleven wakes up in Wonderland. It's fine. Everything is fine.
The Story:

[the last thing she remembered was stopping the demogorgon. disintegrating it into nothing … didn't she die? she was so spent, and it took so much of her, she thought that was the only way it could end. but instead of the cold, dark, dampness of the upside down, or simply the nothingness of being dead, she found herself here. wherever here was.

as she takes in her surroundings, she realizes she's surrounded by books. she doesn't really care about books — she can read, sort of, but giving her a proper literary education was never really a priority in hawkin labs. what she does know about books in general though, is that the best ones are big and heavy. and that is why she starts grabbing the lengthier hardcover tomes off the shelf without so much as really glancing at what they are. because in a corner, she's … building a fort out of books??? or at least a sizable small collection. to chuck at people's heads.]

Comments

[likeseggos]

[she parrots him back, confused.] Neat trick?

[beatupgrass]

Your thing with the mind powers. I knew a dame who could do that.

Mostly she used it to hit people really hard, but you probably do that too, huh?

[Rocket stop assuming all people with weird powers are violent and fighty and angry.]

[likeseggos]

Hit people...?

[she frowns, then decides to telekinetically send a book from her fort hurtling through the air and into a wall. it hits the fall and falls on the floor with a loud thwack.]

Like this?

[beatupgrass]

Exactly like that.

[so proud.] Keeps people from tryin' to pick a fight with you.

[likeseggos]

Pick ... a fight? [there's going to be fighting here? :( ] Who?

[beatupgrass]

Y'know, anyone who wants to mess with you for whatever reason.

[look it happens. less than Rocket thinks, but he's still under the impression this is a P R I S O N, and you should treat everything like you would in a prison.]

[likeseggos]

[she just shakes her head, curling up in a ball in her fort, hugging her knees against her chest. she can straight up murder people with her brain, she's not really concerned for her safety, per se ... but that doesn't mean she wants to. what she wants is to be in a safe place with no fighting at all. fuck.]

[beatupgrass]

[aw shit he broke the kid. damn his soft fuzzy center. he sighs and slams his boot shut, moving over to sit closer to her fort.]

Look, I ain't saying that everybody's gonna pick fights with you, but you gotta be prepared.

[likeseggos]

I don't want to fight. Safe space. [WHY DID U HURT HER, ROCKET. WITH YOUR WORDS.]

[beatupgrass]

Okay.. Here's an idea. I'll just fight everyone who tries to fight you, 'cause I like fighting and I like havin' an excuse.

[okay jayne.]

[likeseggos]

You fight?

[beatupgrass]

Eh, mostly I just shoot. When you're my size, any fight turns into a lot of clawin' and bitin', and I got my dignity.

[likeseggos]

Shoot? [she mimics a gun with her hand and pretends to fire it. no, she does not go pew pew.]

[beatupgrass]

[she should. it would be adorable.]

Yeah. Shoot. Except more like- [and mimes holding a very large gun and pretends to fire.] And then boom.

[likeseggos]

[she looks concerned. almost like someone who hasn't had a great track record with guns. not that it matters since she can murder people faster than they could shoot, but. w/e. GUNS ARE SCARY EVEN WHEN YOUR BRAIN IS A GUN.

but still ...]

I'll let you help me.

[beatupgrass]

All right. Good. We understand each other. I'm Rocket, by the by.

[likeseggos]

Eleven.

[beatupgrass]

[Rocket drops his hand and his ears go flat.]

That ain't a name. That's a number.

[so astute Rocket...]

[likeseggos]

[her brow furrows in frustration. how dare!! the one thing that's kind of sort of hers. her name that's not even a name.] I'm Eleven.

[after reiterating, she shows him her tattoo. just like she's shown half of wonderland by now ...]

[beatupgrass]

[the tattoo doesn't help. he just reaches out and points to it.] They give you that? [he doesn't say who they are. they are different things to different people.]

Yeah, I bet they did. Bet they were the same type o' people who gave me these. [he tugs on the bib of his jumpsuit to show off the metal brackets on his chest.] You don't wanna talk about it? Fine. Me neither. But I figure you'd wanna know you ain't alone.

[he's banking a lot on her... understanding any of what he just said.]

[likeseggos]

[she understands enough. enough to make her sad and upset. but she does feel slightly less alone ... since it's not like she ever interacted with 1-10 or 12 and up. if they even existed. which she sort of doubted. maybe they existed at one point, but ...

none of that matters now. anyway.]

Like me! You're like me.

[beatupgrass]

Yeah, yeah, don't get excited about it. [there's no real bite to the words- just a chuckle that's a bit too sad to have any humor in it.] It ain't the nicest club to be a part of.

[likeseggos]

You came from the bad place?

[beatupgrass]

I came from a bad place. Don't think it was necessarily the same one. [he scratches his neck, awkwardly. this became candid fast, but the only way for Rocket to get candid is with people whose lives suck as bad or worse then his.]

[likeseggos]

[she takes this in, considering something. and then ... hesitantly asks]

Can we be friends?