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.

Comments

[beeped]

you're probably right
i hope i don't become like them

[inconsequence]

You mean grow up?
I should think most children do.

[beeped]

if i have to grow up
i want to be like... a cool grown up or something

[inconsequence]

I'm positive such a thing doesn't exist.

[beeped]

i could be an exception to the rule

[inconsequence]

Prove to me an exception is possible first. Then we'll talk.

[Chara is purposefully not mentioning that they live with the coolest grown-up ever??? She lets them shoot guns??? She's the LITERAL BEST????]

[beeped]

i'll get back to you on that

[inconsequence]

Please do. I expect an answer in approximately...twelve years? [They are completely guessing.]

How long do you have before you reach twenty-one? Assuming, of course, you last that long.

[beeped]

8 years
by that point i'll definitely be the coolest adult. i'll probably know how to skateboard and stuff

[He's literally never had an interest in it.]

[inconsequence]

Of course. Skateboarding. Truly, no adult has achieved such heights.

[beeped]

it's not my real goal but it's a secret
can't have anyone else stealing my ideas

[inconsequence]

Which is why you put this on a public network, naturally.

[beeped]

i still didn't say what it was!

[inconsequence]

Is it skateboarding or skateboarding-related, by chance?

[beeped]

nope. you'll just have to wait until i'm old to find out what it is

[inconsequence]

A pity, seeing as there's no guarantee either of us will last that long.

[beeped]

that sucks for you then, i'm definitely living that long

[inconsequence]

I wish you the best of luck. Unfortunately, I'm quite certain the dead cannot age.

[beeped]

are you saying you're dead? whaaaat

[inconsequence]

As a doornail. For years now. Nothing to be done.

[beeped]

So what's that like?

[inconsequence]

Quite boring, mostly.

The world goes on. You feel your body decompose. You watch the world be worse off because of what you've contrived, and better off because your presence no longer corrupts it. You feel the flesh drop from your bones, and you wonder why it is that you're still there. Time ceases to hold any meaning. You lie there and molder and wonder when this world will finally let you go.

I wouldn't recommend it.

[beeped]

okay but how do you know any of that if you're dead? it's not like you're there to actually experience any of that
'cause you're dead

[inconsequence]

Oh, I wasn't pleased with that turn of events either.
It turns out that human SOULs are rather special.
They have the ability to persist after death.
Perhaps forever.

[beeped]

yeah but how do you feel it? aren't souls like separate from bodies and shit after you die? how are you here if you're dead anyway