[It has been an utterly miserable month or two. Arthur has never had a very solid sense of time, and it's gone even further to hell here. So, it seems has his life.
Between losing the only thing he really cared about in this world, and the whole burning alive fiasco, it hasn't been a fun time for him of late. But! He'd made a deal, and a project is just what he needs right now. Something to keep him busy. He's drawn up some basic blueprints for what he has in mind, and it shouldn't be too big of a project.
And Eddie will be a great deal more comfortable when it's done. Particularly if cold weather follows the warm. One needs a proper bed and insulation when it gets cold.
He pulls up to where they've agreed to meet, his own mini bus looking much better than it had the last time Eddie saw it. Arthur's been working on it in his spare time, when he's felt well enough to.]
[ The van is an incredibly sad state right now; nothing but a lumpy mattress, a pile of blankets and poorly folded clothing, and a guitar still without an amp. Eddie makes due with the situation, but he has to admit that it would be nice to have something a little more comfortable, especially with the weather beginning to turn. ]
Hey, man.
[ He grins and essentially swings out of his shabby vehicle, waving to Arthur as he does. Clearly, he’s having at least a slightly easier time of things than Arthur. ]
Thanks again for doing this. I have a couple ideas and some cool things I found if you’re open, but uh, if the artist doesn’t accept backseat work, by all means…
Of course. Here, come round the back, I'll show you what I've drafted up and we can see what we can do about your ideas.
[Arthur gestures with his hand for Eddie to follow him and heads to the back his little bus. He opens the doors to show his cheery yellow interior - a chest bed, a row of sunshine yellow cabinets with white trim, a hot plate and tea kettle. He grabs a handle at the foot of the bed, just beneath the 'mattress', and gives it a tug. A smoothly polished board slides out - an improvised desk.
He's rather proud of his own little set up. It's nice than some of the bunkers he's stayed in, though that's a terribly low bar.]
[ Eddie is more than happy to follow, and when he ducks his head into the microbus, his eyes light up. It’s a little too bright and cheery for his own personal taste, but that’s fine. This is Arthur’s space, not his, and it looks fantastic. It’s tidier than the whole of Eddie’s room back home, and the craftsmanship is genuinely impressive.
He grins as the improvised desk makes its appearance, and he claps politely.]
Holy shit, dude. This is amazing. You seriously did all of this yourself? Like--just you?
[Arthur glances over, tilting his head. It's nothing all that impressive, as far as he's concerned. Just cabinets, really. One with padding on top to make a bed. He has to remind himself that not everyone has had the same life as him. Not everyone has reason to know how to make things like this.]
It's just scraps of wood and bits and bobs cobbled together into various squares. All very basic, really. You'll get a firsthand look at it soon.
[Perhaps Eddie would even like to help a bit. Another pair of hands to hold things steady always makes the work go a bit faster.]
I was thinking something similar. A bed that doubles as storage and a cabinet or cupboard of some kind opposite. We hang a curtain here behind the seating....
[ It may not be much in reality, but to Eddie, it’s genuinely impressive that someone’s managed to turn a microbus into something comfortable and livable. It also probably helps that Eddie has never done a large-scale project like this himself. Small things like dice towers, sure, and he’s helped his uncle out a couple of times, but that’s about the extent.
He light up as Arthur unrolls his plans, crowding in to get a good look at them. He has no complaints, but he does reach out to point and make a few minor suggestions of his own. Nothing too crazy—a reserved spot for his guitar and amp, a slight adjustment to some of the cabinets, nothing that adds much extra work at all. ]
Hey, uh—so no need to work all this in, but I picked up some stuff that looked kind of interesting if you think you can incorporate any of it.
[ He takes off to his own van one more, lugging out bits and bobs like a little magpie with an array of treasure. All the basics are there, but he also has pieces of swirling metal that have patinaed into a rainbow of colors over the years, interesting pieces of wood in all different shades, colorful bits of glass, and even a carved wooden dragon. He grins as he holds that particular piece up, and it's clear that it's his favorite in the bunch. ]
Eddie is just vibing in his van from his driver's seat and listening to some of his sweet tunes — as one does when they're a little metalhead. Long day, huh? Sure would be a shame if someone abruptly scared the shit out of him.
...
Anyways, time to scare the shit out of him.
Suddenly, there's a POOF! — then a rush of air in the passenger seat alongside pink smoke that smells faintly of a campfire. Jinu appears beside Eddie with his arms folded behind his head, casual but ready to duck and weave any panicked fists (as people sometimes love to throw in their fight or flight).]
[ Eddie isn’t just vibing. He’s full on jamming out. He has a tape on that he’s just uncovered--a little, obscure, new-to-him band that he just missed back in ’86 called Guns n’ Roses. His seat is reclined and his guitar is in his hands (albeit not plugged in) as he attempts to mimic what the hell kind of magic this guitar player is making.
Of course he thinks he’s alone. The doors are locked and the windows are up to keep out the increasingly chilly air, who could possibly approach without him knowing?
Well…lucky for Jinu, Eddie tends to lean more into the flight side of fight or fight, especially when there are no broken bottles in the vicinity. And that’s why he shrieks. It’s loud enough and shrill enough to wake the dead, and all he can do is hug his guitar tighter until his fear clears enough for him to realize that he knows this person. ]
Jesus Christ!
[ The actual…appearing in the van without even having the open the door doesn’t really faze him. He’s used to weird, magical shit by this point, but that doesn’t mean he can’t be startled… ]
[Eddie has the pleasure of being the first full-bellied laugh Jinu aims at some other poor soul in this city, probably. No look that Eddie gives him will make him feel bad for it, either; totally needed that burst of good fun. As he turns slightly to face Mr. Van Dweller in full, he looks unfazed, like he didn't just jumpscare the man on purpose.]
Why take the most boring route when you've got others?
[As he says it, he leans in to pop Eddie's current musical choice out of the tape deck.]
Anyway, quiet down and listen to this.
[So fucking rude of him. Just bursting into the van like he owns it. But as he removes one tape, he takes another from his jacket pocket — slightly battered, but still working, he checked! — and presses it into the player.
[ It’s really fucking rude of him! And so much is happening all at once, it’s like a whirlwind has just stormed into his van. Eddie scrambles to retrieve his tape, only to be silence immediately as the new tape begins. ]
Wait. Shut up. Wait.
[ Jinu hadn’t even said anything, but Eddie is immediately locked in. He pauses, eyes narrowing as he strains to listen closer. He’s listened to enough Metallica to think he recognizes the guitar and drums by tone and style alone, but confirmation comes with the familiar, growling voice of James Hetfield.
Back home, he’d devoured all three of Metallica’s studio albums, front to back, note by note. Their most recent had only come out about two weeks before he arrived here and he’d already memorized it. He’s kind of an expert, and yet he’s never heard this song. ]
Dude.
[ His eyes are enormous and he’s obviously in complete and total awe. He obviously knew that he could find music here from beyond his own time, but new Metallica is kind of a special kind of magic to him. ]
[As Eddie steadily looks more stunned, Jinu's pleased grin continues to grow. He'd already listened through the album himself — mostly to make sure the whole thing worked and he wasn't about to cut the guy's happiness short — but he'll admit there are some songs that he wouldn't mind revisiting.]
Scavenging out beyond the anchor points.
It gets crazy out there, but there are some great finds if you're willing to deal with shifting landscapes and raiders.
[ He echoes the number in a soft, awed voice, like it’s some far off inconceivable date and not a mere five years away from where he stands in the timeline. Not that he’ll live to see it, but he isn’t aware of that event just yet so we’ll just let him be happy with the Metallica music he wouldn’t get to hear otherwise. At least Jinu found this and vetted it first as opposed to their 2003 release…Eddie would have a true and proper meltdown.
Eddie isn’t exactly wiling to deal with shifting landscapes or raiders, but it’s clear that he appreciates someone who is. He turns to Jinu with wide eyes, like he's just seen the face of god in this music and it looks kind of like Kirk Hammett. ]
[ More than a year since Eddie died. It's an odd feeling, knowing that life just has just gone on without him. He couldn't have expected any differently, but actually witnessing it in real time is very strange. ]
[ That causes a lump to form in his throat. Being missed shouldn't mean so much to him, but it absolutely does. He pauses to swipe a sleeve across his eye to dry what certainly isn't tears. Definitely not. Yeah, he thinks, I miss them too. ]
yeah and that isn't very telling considering it ALWAYS sucks are you hurt? bleeding out?? head trauma???
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You're still alive, right?
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yep
still in one piece
i'm gonna take a wild guess and say you're not messaging me from beyond the grave yourself
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Still kicking. Technically.
Wanna go bowling?
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though i have to warn you
i'm pretty amazing
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should be an easy win for you
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But yeah I'll probably still kick your ass
Glad we're establishing that early
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now i actually have to make a real effort
so where and when is this ass kicking scheduled to take place???
[ He's clearly already accepted his fate. He is not a sportsman, and that includes bowling. ]
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the way i got absolutely no notification for this tag and only found it bc i was rereading
dw please....
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🎀 lmao i think we can fade to black around here? extremely successful bowling trip.
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Between losing the only thing he really cared about in this world, and the whole burning alive fiasco, it hasn't been a fun time for him of late. But! He'd made a deal, and a project is just what he needs right now. Something to keep him busy. He's drawn up some basic blueprints for what he has in mind, and it shouldn't be too big of a project.
And Eddie will be a great deal more comfortable when it's done. Particularly if cold weather follows the warm. One needs a proper bed and insulation when it gets cold.
He pulls up to where they've agreed to meet, his own mini bus looking much better than it had the last time Eddie saw it. Arthur's been working on it in his spare time, when he's felt well enough to.]
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Hey, man.
[ He grins and essentially swings out of his shabby vehicle, waving to Arthur as he does. Clearly, he’s having at least a slightly easier time of things than Arthur. ]
Thanks again for doing this. I have a couple ideas and some cool things I found if you’re open, but uh, if the artist doesn’t accept backseat work, by all means…
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[Arthur gestures with his hand for Eddie to follow him and heads to the back his little bus. He opens the doors to show his cheery yellow interior - a chest bed, a row of sunshine yellow cabinets with white trim, a hot plate and tea kettle. He grabs a handle at the foot of the bed, just beneath the 'mattress', and gives it a tug. A smoothly polished board slides out - an improvised desk.
He's rather proud of his own little set up. It's nice than some of the bunkers he's stayed in, though that's a terribly low bar.]
You can see what I've done with mine.
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He grins as the improvised desk makes its appearance, and he claps politely.]
Holy shit, dude. This is amazing. You seriously did all of this yourself? Like--just you?
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[Arthur glances over, tilting his head. It's nothing all that impressive, as far as he's concerned. Just cabinets, really. One with padding on top to make a bed. He has to remind himself that not everyone has had the same life as him. Not everyone has reason to know how to make things like this.]
It's just scraps of wood and bits and bobs cobbled together into various squares. All very basic, really. You'll get a firsthand look at it soon.
[Perhaps Eddie would even like to help a bit. Another pair of hands to hold things steady always makes the work go a bit faster.]
I was thinking something similar. A bed that doubles as storage and a cabinet or cupboard of some kind opposite. We hang a curtain here behind the seating....
[He's unrolling his plans as he outlines them.]
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He light up as Arthur unrolls his plans, crowding in to get a good look at them. He has no complaints, but he does reach out to point and make a few minor suggestions of his own. Nothing too crazy—a reserved spot for his guitar and amp, a slight adjustment to some of the cabinets, nothing that adds much extra work at all. ]
Hey, uh—so no need to work all this in, but I picked up some stuff that looked kind of interesting if you think you can incorporate any of it.
[ He takes off to his own van one more, lugging out bits and bobs like a little magpie with an array of treasure. All the basics are there, but he also has pieces of swirling metal that have patinaed into a rainbow of colors over the years, interesting pieces of wood in all different shades, colorful bits of glass, and even a carved wooden dragon. He grins as he holds that particular piece up, and it's clear that it's his favorite in the bunch. ]
Obviously I'll help.
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Action :))))
Eddie is just vibing in his van from his driver's seat and listening to some of his sweet tunes — as one does when they're a little metalhead. Long day, huh? Sure would be a shame if someone abruptly scared the shit out of him.
...
Anyways, time to scare the shit out of him.
Suddenly, there's a POOF! — then a rush of air in the passenger seat alongside pink smoke that smells faintly of a campfire. Jinu appears beside Eddie with his arms folded behind his head, casual but ready to duck and weave any panicked fists (as people sometimes love to throw in their fight or flight).]
What's up!
LMAOOO bless u
Of course he thinks he’s alone. The doors are locked and the windows are up to keep out the increasingly chilly air, who could possibly approach without him knowing?
Well…lucky for Jinu, Eddie tends to lean more into the flight side of fight or fight, especially when there are no broken bottles in the vicinity. And that’s why he shrieks. It’s loud enough and shrill enough to wake the dead, and all he can do is hug his guitar tighter until his fear clears enough for him to realize that he knows this person. ]
Jesus Christ!
[ The actual…appearing in the van without even having the open the door doesn’t really faze him. He’s used to weird, magical shit by this point, but that doesn’t mean he can’t be startled… ]
What the hell, dude?! Try knocking!
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Why take the most boring route when you've got others?
[As he says it, he leans in to pop Eddie's current musical choice out of the tape deck.]
Anyway, quiet down and listen to this.
[So fucking rude of him. Just bursting into the van like he owns it. But as he removes one tape, he takes another from his jacket pocket — slightly battered, but still working, he checked! — and presses it into the player.
What, what... what's that?
The sweet, sweet allure of building drums and guitar...
Enter the Sandman begins its dramatic entrance.]
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[ It’s really fucking rude of him! And so much is happening all at once, it’s like a whirlwind has just stormed into his van. Eddie scrambles to retrieve his tape, only to be silence immediately as the new tape begins. ]
Wait. Shut up. Wait.
[ Jinu hadn’t even said anything, but Eddie is immediately locked in. He pauses, eyes narrowing as he strains to listen closer. He’s listened to enough Metallica to think he recognizes the guitar and drums by tone and style alone, but confirmation comes with the familiar, growling voice of James Hetfield.
Back home, he’d devoured all three of Metallica’s studio albums, front to back, note by note. Their most recent had only come out about two weeks before he arrived here and he’d already memorized it. He’s kind of an expert, and yet he’s never heard this song. ]
Dude.
[ His eyes are enormous and he’s obviously in complete and total awe. He obviously knew that he could find music here from beyond his own time, but new Metallica is kind of a special kind of magic to him. ]
This--where did you find this?
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Scavenging out beyond the anchor points.
It gets crazy out there, but there are some great finds if you're willing to deal with shifting landscapes and raiders.
This one said 1991.
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[ He echoes the number in a soft, awed voice, like it’s some far off inconceivable date and not a mere five years away from where he stands in the timeline. Not that he’ll live to see it, but he isn’t aware of that event just yet so we’ll just let him be happy with the Metallica music he wouldn’t get to hear otherwise. At least Jinu found this and vetted it first as opposed to their 2003 release…Eddie would have a true and proper meltdown.
Eddie isn’t exactly wiling to deal with shifting landscapes or raiders, but it’s clear that he appreciates someone who is. He turns to Jinu with wide eyes, like he's just seen the face of god in this music and it looks kind of like Kirk Hammett. ]
You’re my hero, dude.
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Delivered Anonymously Around Christmas
It's a little old-fashioned, but he thinks it looks nice!]
Click to unwrap!
A set of glowing guitar picks!
[A small piece of paper inside reads: 'It's not much, but it'll help you show off and double as a glowstick.']
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home still sucks
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never changes
[ Hey, wait, hold on-- ]
you too???
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yesterday
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nov 87
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[ More than a year since Eddie died. It's an odd feeling, knowing that life just has just gone on without him. He couldn't have expected any differently, but actually witnessing it in real time is very strange. ]
you alright??
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i said it sucked didn't i
everyone misses you a lot
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yeah
and that isn't very telling considering it ALWAYS sucks
are you hurt? bleeding out?? head trauma???
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