thisavrou | video 02 | Alzheimer's Disease

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video 02 | Alzheimer's Disease | Introducing the Losers

(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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

(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.)

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.

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.

[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?

(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?

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?

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.

[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?

(It will be one of the best birthday gifts Eddie has ever gotten. Once he opens that door, anyway. He's not the most clever, but Eddie might be able to put two and two together. After all, why else would anyone leave something outside his door?)

Oh my gosh. That's the stupid kind of stuff Richie would pull. You two shouldn't meet. Like, ever.

Yeah! We're sharing rooms. It's been kind of awesome so far. My mom never let them sleep over.

Edited (html) 2017-12-03 00:52 (UTC)

It was better than blowing up the jukebox, which was my first inclination.

[Okay, so maybe it wasn't.]

I fear that we already have met. He's quite the verbose fellow, is he not?

Is there even any kind of music here?

(He hasn't really looked into forms of media yet, truthfully.)

Um I think so? I don't really know what verbose means but he's a LOT of things so you're probably right

There was, for a short while. An old joint from my world stopped by the visit a few weeks back. A pit of grease and salt known as "Grillby's." Perhaps you visited.

Wordy. He talks a lot.

No, I've never heard of it.

Oh. Yeah. I wasn't exaggerating when I called him a literal trashcan. I call him Trashmouth most days because that's all that comes out of him.

Probably for the best. Just sitting in one of the booths there leaves you feeling oily.

I know quite a few people who have and continue to happily eat garbage, so I'm certain that won't be a problem. Perhaps we could even create a renewable resource. An endless cycle of worthless garbage.

[It fills you with determination.]

That sounds like you could catch something from one of the booths. Like polio.

I don't think Richie actually eats garbage. I wouldn't be shocked if he ever did, but I try to encourage him to not be a total idiot. I think trash carries too much bacteria to really work out like that.

(He could be wrong though. He's not a scientist.)

It depends on the garbage, I should think. I'm not one of said trash-eaters. I really could not tell you.

Does your place of residence have an address, or shall I have to guess based upon the raucous sounds of far too many preadolescent children occupying the same space?

[Swinging right on back around to "give Eddie Kaspbrak a really belated birthday present" even though it's not like they care about you b-baka!!!!!]

Thank god. I might need to reevaluate our friendship if you ate trash.

(He's kidding, of course.)

Yeah! We're in unit 5. Where are you? We aren't THAT loud.

(It felt normal to ask back- just for future reference.)

[It's fine; they make up for it all by being garbage in personality and just about everything else!]

I believe they're calling it "Sadcat Manor."

It's hard to keep track of who lives there when the occupants consist of at least two programs, a large robot, and at least four children. Possibly five. It depends on the day.

(Why are all of Eddie's friends personifications of trash? It just doesn't add up.)

Why 'Sadcat Manor'? Are there lots of cats there or something?

A robot??? Like

A real robot? Can you even live with a robot? Aren't they just like toys?

(Yeah he hasn't met any of the robots yet, so the idea of one being a 'person' is a little beyond him.)

The nameplate does not bear any particular titles with the exception of a single symbol: 🙀

[Hence, the name. Sadcat.]

Yes. I believe he's capable of turning into a car, though I cannot imagine why he would. It is not as though we've an abundance of roadways here. I don't particularly speak to him often.

We get all sorts here. Robots included.

OH that place.

That's crazy what? Is he a person or something in a robot or a robot person?

That's crazy. I guess not impossible.

You don't get like. Uh

(How to say 'murderous clown demon entity' smoothly?)

Everything, do we?

I've not asked him. I believe his name is Sideswipe, if you're terribly interested in getting to know him personally.

[They've not bothered. For a variety of reasons.]

That would depend on what you mean by "everything." Robots, skeletons, demon children, anomalies, superpowered humans...we have our fair share here. Was there anything you were asking after in particular?

That might be a rude question if he IS a person
But it also might be an interesting question if he ISNT a person
I guess robots can't really have genders though so maybe?

(Kid has zero clue about gender being a mental thing. He still pretty much associates it neatly with sex. Ironically enough, he has never once thought that hard about Chara and has simply deferred to 'they' cause Chara never fell neatly into 'girl' or 'boy'.

Amazing what kids could do when they didn't even try.)

Maybe.

I guess. There was this thing back in Derry- that's where I grew up with my friends. I'm just nervous It'll come here is all.

I imagine that depends entirely on how the robot prefers to identify.

[But, far more pressing - a thing back in Derry. And "It" gets its own set of capitals, too. That sounds, potentially, important. That sounds, potentially, dangerous.]

Should I inquire what the warning signs might be, should it appear?

Edited 2017-12-03 23:59 (UTC)

What do you mean?

(It's a very genuine question, even if sincerity doesn't translate well through text.

Potentially dangerous is a very calm way of putting it. Eddie stares at the text, and frankly, he's only just started to talk about this more actively with people here. But even if he hadn't, Chara was a child. Which meant that Chara was in far more danger than the adults aboard the ship.)

Children will start to die. Or go missing. Not just one or two. But a lot.

(That's really the only warning sign of It being here.)

Adults don't seem to notice It as much. Or ever. I don't know. It looks like a clown most of the time, but that can change if you're afraid of something It can use. It sometimes smelled like popcorn or you could hear carnival music but everything would

be so heavy

(Eddie is. Really glad Richie is there with him just then in that room. He wasn't good at talking about this, not at all, not in detail particularly. It might have been okay if he'd been with Chara in person, would have felt better with Chara in particular since Chara registers in his mind as safe-good, but he wasn't, so instead, he winds up pressing into Richie, trying hard not to think too explicitly about it, but it can't be helped. He can still see the leper's face, can smell its rot with the weird popcorny hints just beneath.)

Edited 2017-12-04 02:55 (UTC)

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