thisavrou | video 04

(The feed comes on to Eddie sitting there looking very, very cross. He has a piece of cloth wrapped around his face, covering his nose and mouth, but anyone would be able to recognize him well enough by now. His grey eyes are fierce. Oh yeah. The entire ship is in for it.

He puts his hands up and tips his body to the left side of the screen.)

Nooooooooo Eddie. Mold in space is crazy, Eddie! Why would mold exist in space, Eddie!

(He tips his body to the right side of the screen and crosses his arms over his chest.)

Well guys, I don't know. Because I know how water and bacteria work? Because this isn't the first time I've experienced basic plumbing.

(And back to the left he goes, those hands up in the air now.)

But Eddddddie! You're just being paranoid!! Mold? On a ship! That's dumb!

(And he swivels back to the right.)

OH, I'm sorry. You're right. Why should I not be paranoid in a setting where we have next to nothing on the biological expectations of things like fucking mold?

(Eddie turns his eyes back to the camera, now just looking plain old unimpressed. He raises a finger.)

Not to say I told you so, but I totally told you so. It's kind of super hard to see, but I started having an asthmatic fit in the hall and I was like, wow, this hasn't happened in a while. And then I noticed that it was where one of the pipes had burst. And I was like, huh. Coincidence? Probably not. And guess what buckos? Mold. SPACE MOLD. Because guess what? If humans can exist on a ship, then so can bacteria and stuff like spores. Honestly. I should never listen to anyone.

We have plants here, guys, there's organic material everywhere. There's dinos running everywhere. Probably shitting in the pipes. There's actual shit in the pipes, by the way, at least some of them I assume. Organic. Material. And! On top of that! It's wet! (Wow uh, Eddie really can shriek, can't he?)

So what do we do? You should all wear face masks. Mold can cause a lot of serious health hazards. You can get respiratory infections, which if left untreated, can and WILL kill you! If your throat feels funny, that could be the mold! If your head feels funny, probably the mold! Keep your nose and mouth covered. Make sure your living areas are properly dried out. Gosh. Be careful!

(How does it feel to be parented by a literal twelve year old? Cause that definitely just happened.)

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Friends are important.

[She didn't have parents, she didn't have anyone else she could run to when she was afraid or hurting but she had her friends. They were like family. Even if they thought she was weird, they took care of her.

She really hopes she gets to see them again soon.]

Described? [With her limited language, she's not overly sure how to go about doing such a thing. She's silent for a while as she considers how she'd describe them.] Mike. Dustin. Lucas. [There's a beat before she adds.] Will.

[She never properly met him but she felt almost ... connected? In a sense.] Mike has [She sort of gestures at the length of his hair to try and signal where it falls.] It's dark. And brown. [She gestures at the eyes.] He's ... nice. He smiles.

Friends are the most important. I don't know where I'd be without mine.

(Probably dead ten times over. Granted, he dies because of his friends too, but that is not something Eddie really wants to think about anymore. His faith in his friends now was more solidified than that.

He gives a slow, patient nod. Yes, describe. Names don't do much for him- especially with names that generic. He has a friend named Mike too, but he doesn't ask for more just yet. Sometimes Laura took a while to get around to a point as well.)

Smiling is nice. (Eddie agrees after a beat. It's not even a remotely helpful description, but he doesn't say that. He instead opens his mouth to say more, when Richie gives an excited shout from the other side of his room. "Eddie! Eddie come look at this!" Eleven would no doubt recognize the voice in a heart beat, but Eddie just glares mildly off screen.)

Shut up. I'm talking to someone. Jesus. Sorry. That's Richie. You'll unfortunately probably meet him soon. I'm here with some of my best buds- Richie, and Bill, and Bev. She's a girl, but she's really nice. She's got bright red hair- it's short. Bill's tall- and he has a stutter- but he's not dumb or anything.

[The voice catches her attention immediately and whatever Eddie says almost fades in confusion as she tries to wrap her head around this whole thing. She jerks upright, looking intensely into the lens as if searching it for signs of whoever spoke.

Richie... no, that wasn't right. He sounded just like -- well, did he? Or was she just hearing things and she wanted it to be Mike?

Her heart is racing as she tries to get a grip on what this could be. Just a simple trick of the mind, right?] Richie?

[That's the one she sort of ended up latching onto, the only name that stuck out but she tries her best to shake it off. It can't be, it just can't. It doesn't make any sense.] Your friends sound nice. [And definitely don't sound familiar so it just can't be the same thing. It can't be Mike. Easy as that.] It's good to not be alone. Especially here. It's very, very far away.

[Or so she'd been told many times already.]

(Eddie only vaguely catches her snap reaction to the sound of Richie's voice. He glances at the camera, brow raised up.)

Yeah. He's my best friend. (He drawls this out rather dramatically. Once again, Richie's voice dimly rings out, this time a little further out. "Shut up, you love me, Eds." Eddie completely ignores it this time, instead looking at the camera.)

They're the best in the world. (Eddie says this rather proudly, smiling broadly. Complain as he might, he'd still die for his friends.

His smile does fade a moment later. Mostly because he wasn't alone...But she was. And she seemed the type that maybe shouldn't be alone if it could be helped.)

Hey. I know you have a place already, which is great! But if you ever...I dunno. You can totally hang with us. We'd all like you a bunch, I bet. You don't gotta be alone- or- or without friends.

(He looks off screen again, and then quickly back.)

But- you should cover your face if you can. You might get sick. Do you need a bandana or something? I can make you one.

[It's a very frustrating feeling, to think she can hear something she knows she can't. To be so close, just on that edge, of something she wants so badly and knowing it can only lead to disappointment. She won't let herself fall so easily.

It leaves her on edge, uncertain how to proceed forward but desperately wanting to know more. Even if it's a long shot.]

Hang out? [Like she did with her friends? Or different. She wasn't sure. She never considered doing it with others. Then again, she'd never been in a situation where she could have others to hang out with. Kids her own age were a foreign concept, the idea sent a jolt of nerves through her.] I don't - I never hung out.

How do you?

[She supposes that doing that is the best way to find out who else is here and what the other kids are like. Maybe there are some here like her.

She nods her head at the idea of a bandana. Safety first, after all. She doesn't really want to die of whatever the hell space mold is.]

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