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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.]

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Oh no, they're multiplying.

[Why must it always be children? There are too many of them already, and they all think they're adults and it's going to eventually drive him up a wall.]

I hope you do realize that this isn't your own personal play pen! Some of us are trying to actually read.

[Spoiler 1: He's not actually reading. Spoiler 2: He's shouting and being far more disruptive. Such a winner.]

[oh ... it's her time to shine. she knew this day would come. jk she didn't, she's talked to enough people in her book fort now to assume that most people here are generally ok and not dickheads like the kids bullying mike or literally out to get her like the hawkins lab people. but then she had to meet this guy. :'| he's not being very nice right now ok. she doesn't like being yelled at.

so she telekinetically throws a book at his head.]

[Considering having a book launched at him through the air by the brain of a small child was not on his radar of things that could happen to him today...

...it hits him right between the eyes before crashing to the floor in a flutter of pages.

He tilts his chin up, looking at the ceiling before he shouts some more.]

Come on, you have got to be kidding me!

[well, he's not yelling at her any more ... but he's still yelling. so she throws another book at him with her brain. i mean, she could do worse. this is like a warning tap.]

Quiet.

[This time he's very ready, and he snatches it out of the air with practiced ease.]

I suggest for your sake you not do that again.

[It was quieter at least?]

Why?

Because I might just have to throw it back.

Throw it back?

[WITH HIS BRAIN??? is he like her??? or is he just ... a twat ... ]

Quite.

[He doesn't throw it back to her at all, and it's unclear if he's simply doing it for show or to seem threatening, but he gently tosses it into the air off to one side before telekinetically carrying it back towards the shelves, depositing it amongst the other books there.]

And frankly, the book doesn't deserve that. Are we clear?

[her eyes go wide, and she frantically gestures at him and then back at herself. !!!]

Like me! You're — like me.

I'd rather never be compared to a child in any way for the rest of time, thank you very much.

[He tilts his head at her.]

What exactly are you, then?

[she tilts her head, like she's not sure how to answer. sure, the boys called her some things in regards to her abilities, but none of those feel natural in her mouth. instead, she just says]

I'm Eleven.

...Right.

[He's from LA. No matter how awkward that might be, it's not the strangest name he's ever heard. Celebrities name their children awful things.]

You can call me Lucifer.

Lucifer. [she nods, and then keeps going because he can do things with his mind and she'd like to go back to that thank u.]

How? How did you ... [she gestures at a book near the top of her fort, which flutters an inch in the air before plopping back down.] Did you come from the bad place?

I came from the worst place. [He says it so casually.] Then I retired to La-La-Land, though some might say it's almost just as bad.

They'd be wrong, of course, but I'll admit there are similarities.

[she just stares at him while he talks like i have no fuckin clue what you're talking about sir. but okay.]

Upside Down? [that's her version of ... the worst place.]

Hell, actually, though that might be an acceptable description of the place.

[el makes a mental note that there's a place called hell and it's even worse than the upside down. she'll just keep that in mind instead of prodding on that particular point. it must be pretty awful, tho.]

Did they test you?

Sometimes it felt like being there was one giant test. One that I left behind before it was over and I couldn't be happier about it.

I escaped, too.

[He tilts his head, observing her from the short distance away, as if she's suddenly more interesting.]

You were a prisoner, then?

[she's not sure if that's the right word, so she just ... tries to describe her situation some more.] I was always in the bad place. Papa made me do tests. Some of them were really bad.

Bad places that require escaping usually means you're a prisoner of some sort there.

[Even if you also run the place.]

Welcome to the horrible Father's club. He sounds like someone I would have ended up punishing.

[she looks down at a book in her fort, tracing the cover with her fingers. finding the right words to describe how she feels that properly express what she wants to say is still hard. but she's made it this far in having a conversation. also it's like super easy to open up to lucifer so that's weird.]

I couldn't stay after I opened the gate. It was so bad ... I didn't want to do anything worse. No more tests.

No, I imagine you wouldn't.

[This is easily the most normal conversation he's had with anyone under the age of 21, which...says something.]

Well, there won't be anyone doing any tests around here if I can help it. You have my word.

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