video 02 | Alzheimer's Disease | Introducing the Losers

[clussy]

(It felt a little bit like a blessing. After losing his memories, getting them back, and going through that alone, Eddie had damn near broken himself down with how badly he had missed his friends. But then they showed up. Not all of them, but the three boys he had been the closest to for the longest, the kind of childhood friends that started out in the single digits. Eddie Kaspbrak was happy. Maybe not perfectly, but for the time being, they were each other's perfect distractions and it was good to have them around.

On top of that, Eddie wanted them to know everything about this place. Including, most importantly, the people who lived there. He could have dragged them from place to place to introduce them to everyone he has come to know and care about, but then he remembered how the device worked and realized how much faster it'd be if he just sent out a video introduction.

So here he was, turning on the video feed and smiling into the camera. Anyone who had seen him lately would have noticed the kid was a bit off, but not here. He might still have bags under his eyes, but there was a brightness in him that hadn't been present in nearly an entire month.)

Hi! It's Eddie. So I know I told some of you about my friends a little bit? And guess what! They're here. Not all of them, but my best buds are- like. Childhood best friends.

(Can you feel his excitement? Eddie is practically vibrating. He's sitting in his room currently, and all it takes is him removing the device entirely from his wrist and turning it around to show Richie Tozier sitting on the floor.)

This is Richie Tozier. He's probably like, my best best friend. You might also notice he has some striking similarities to a trash can.

(He whips the video back around and grimaces a little. Richie was already speaking up with 'Whatever, eds, it's trashcan, not trashcannot.' The quib comes as Eddie's already turned the camera away, and Richie doesn't bother waiting for Eddie to stop talking. Them talking over each other is nothing new, though. Eddie doesn't even hesitate before plunging on.)

Really though, I have to apologize on his behalf for anything stupid he says. And trust me, most of what he says is really stupid.

(And Eddie's up and rushing out of the room, jogging down the hall before bursting into the nearby room that Bill and Stan were sharing. The camera gets whipped around and focuses on Stan. Not looking so amused at the intrusion.)

This is Stan! He's um- the man with the plan, you know?

(Then just like that, he's pulling out of the room, and heading into the main area.

The video doesn't focus on it, but as Eddie slides it across the room, people might notice that the door heading out of their unit is covered in several words painted in black. A large Derry painted over the door, a long list of names down the back of the door, including the Losers' names themselves. And of course, the ominously crookedly written It at the bottom of the door. On the wall beside the door are other words, some sketches, one that almost even looks like a map of something with 'sewers' written over the top of it. But it's a brief passing, something that slides in and out of perspective like a passing thought.

Then Eddie's focusing on a new boy and zooms in on Bill Denbrough's face.)

And this is Bill. He's practically my brother. He is arguably the coolest of us all.

(At first, Bill looks rather grave for his age, waving at the camera for his introduction. But then Richie has to go and jump at Eddie's back, grabbing at one of his cheeks which automatically has Eddie shrieking on the other side of the camera, and at that, Bill starts to laugh. Richie's voice filters through, indistinguishable (probably) insults not easily heard between Bill's laughing and Eddie's whining.

Eddie barely gets the camera back around, his face flushed, and he gives a long exasperated sound. Richie's hand can be seen coming out and grabbing at Eddie's cheek. Again.)

So that's- oh my God, stop- my best friends. So say hi. As for us? Well...We got some uh- stuff to do.

(Is that a small pile of what looks like Kaittan fireworks in the background? Oh boy. Let's just hope those are actually just strange looking sticks.)

OOC | It's completely up to you how you want to interact with this! Feel free to talk to Eddie directly, or make a post directed to all the Losers that they can respond to via separate threads. It's a free for all sort of thing so do whatever.

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[inconsequence]

I suppose I must congratulate you for your newest acquisitions, Mr. Kaspbrak. It seems that you do have friends after all.

[jealous they're not jealous they can take all these fellas whatevER]

[beeped]

of course he does??? who wouldn't want to be friends with eddie he's literally the bEST

[inconsequence]

Yes, which is why he arrived here alone.

[beeped]

one thing doesn't have anything to do with the other
if i had a choice in the matter he wouldn't have been alone

[inconsequence]

And yet he was. For weeks. He lived completely alone.

How does that make you feel?

[beeped]

i already know that because he told me

maybe you're stupid about friends but you don't just stop being friends because they're not nearby anymore

[inconsequence]

You haven't answered that question. Did that make you upset? To know he was alone for weeks before anyone came for him?

[beeped]

of course it did! it made me feel fucking awful. he's my best best best friend
are you happy now?

[inconsequence]

I'm always happy =)

Wow. Three "best"s in a row. That sounds pretty serious! I cannot say he has the best taste, however. He does claim to be friends with me, after all.

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[clussy]

(He is suddenly realizing that Chara was that person bothering him when he first got here.

It's a good thing by now he realizes enough about Chara to just kind of roll his eyes at this new information. He rolls them even harder at Chara's remark.)

I only have like, six. Trust me, I never said I was popular. I'm like, the opposite of popular?

(Wait.)

From home, anyway. I have more here. Including you.

(See, he knows what's up.)

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[inconsequence]

Six is an impressive number of friends to have.

[Seriously!!! They've only ever had maybe one friend at a time? It didn't end well.]

They took their time arriving.

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[clussy]

It's not really about the quantity but the quality. I'd die for them.

(He says this very seriously, and without realizing how true that statement was.

WELL. They have him now. And probably, after some time, the others too.)

I guess...But it isn't like they could help it.

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[inconsequence]

[That seems to be the common trend as far as friends go. Chara, too, would die for their friends. But then, they would die for a stale corn chip. They would just like to be dead, honestly.]

And they would die for you. No doubt.

[Time to change the subject.]

Your birthday was in November, was it not?

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[clussy]

(Not allowed at all, Chara. Not while Eddie has something to say about it. Despite Chara's overall weirdness, Eddie was very dedicated to them being alive.)

Yeah but I wouldn't let them.

(The very idea of it made his heart clench uncomfortably.

Definitely a time for a subject change.)

Oh, yeah. The fifteenth. Why? When's your birthday?

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[inconsequence]

I certainly wouldn't know. I was never informed.

[And they never had any incentive to look. Eventually, the Dreemurrs would default to the day they arrived as something of a substitution for that celebration, as if there was anything about them worth celebrating.]

Have you any aversion to sugar? Will that cause some horrible disease?

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[clussy]

Oh. (That wasn't right. Although Eddie's birthday this year kind of sucked (he spent it completely alone) that didn't mean it always sucked. Normally there were gifts, and hanging out with friends.)

We should make you one then so we can celebrate! Everyone likes parties. Or at least the food at them.

(The comment makes Eddie smile a teensy bit. He can't tell if Chara is teasing him, or being considerate, but either way, it's oddly nice.)

Besides your teeth rotting out and potentially getting diabetes and losing a limb? No. I don't have an aversion to sugar. I'm not that crazy.

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[inconsequence]

[Look, they're not saying they have twenty-or-so packs of chewing gum they have no use for and nowhere to put it all except, apparently, on some boy's doorstep for a birthday that was half a month ago, but they're not not saying that. Okay? Okay.]

I'll pass, thank you. The last time I attended a party, I rigged a jukebox to be particularly irritating. No one was happy with this.

Are you living with your friends, then?

[stantheman]

I know he can be annoying and all but of course he has friends.

[inconsequence]

"Annoying" is not the word I would use in this instance.

Easily misled, perhaps.

[stantheman]

Easily misled, how?

[inconsequence]

I trust you're familiar with his mother as a concept.

[stantheman]

Yeah. She's awful.

[inconsequence]

Precisely.

She seems to have convinced him that the waking world is nothing more than a great chain of threats waiting in line to devour him whole.

[stantheman]

She has... but sometimes he just likes to use that as an excuse.

[inconsequence]

One cannot particularly fault him there if that is all he has been taught. I suppose it is down to me to educate him otherwise. Or perhaps "corrupt" is a more apt term.