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[heatmetal]

Who: The Stranger Things cast
What: A Housewarming Party hosted by the gang & Settling in to their new haunted home
When: Late October - Early November
Where: Private Housing, Sunset Falls
Content Warnings: probably drugs, drinking

Moving In.

[ It's not quite the joyous occasion they were hoping it would be. The disappearance of one of their own has left a heavy air over the group, but they're determined to try to make something of the situation. And so they proceed with the move, their belongings loaded up in the back of a teleporting truck.

Neighbors are welcome to spy the new arrivals. A perfect collection of unlikely friends that look like they belong in a horror movie cast. You'll get a drink for your trouble - or something a little less legal (or more legal, if you aren't) if you offer to lend a hand. Evidentially, some among their number are not terribly well equipped to do heavy lifting. Damn sticky nerd arms. ]

HOUSEWARMING PARTY is written in slanted block print on a piece of cardboard, staked just outside the newly purchased manor seated near the edge of town. It is a utterly ridiculous piece of architecture, and the gathered teens have more space than they know what to do with.

So how better than to fill it with a house party?
There's a stunning indoor pool just begging to be cannonballed into. A classy lounge for enjoying a little existential angst and ennui. There’s enough guest bedrooms for anyone who wants to crash, though be warned: few are furnished. Some rooms are off limits, for your own sanity rather than theirs.

The music pumping through the place alternates between 80s metal and pop, with some newer tunes sprinkled in there for flavor.

There’s food, a legion of kegs and, well, that less than legal stuff is making the rounds too. ]

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moving in

[grivences]

[ Tim doesn't find Robin lingering out by the truck because she's currently in the kitchen, carefully unwrapping, washing, drying, and putting away all their dishes, glasses, and silverware. They've kind of gathered a strange amalgam collection of different sets of plates and cups, mugs and shot glasses, big spoons and little spoons, but she's sorting everything as best she can.

She hears a familiar voice coming from the entryway and pops out to take a look, dish towel in hand. ]

Tim, hey! Thanks for coming. That's, uh... [ She comes closer to look at the scrawled handwriting on the box. ] ...I think that's Eddie's vinyls. You can put those by the stairs, I'm not sure if he wants those up in his room or in the living room.

[mostdangerousbird]

That would explain why it weighs 40 pounds.

[ He manages the box well though and is chipper as he carries it over to the stairs. ]

Fun fact: a vinyl record weighs almost half a pound. Do you want help in the kitchen, or should I stay on box duty?

[grivences]

Yeah, that somehow doesn't surprise me.

[ She had had to help move the vinyls boxes into the truck in the first place, after all. ]

Come help me out in the kitchen. You can dry while I wash.

[mostdangerousbird]

Woah, let’s not get too crazy before the party starts.

[ With a grin, Tim crosses the room to join her in the kitchen, snagging a dry dish towel to help. ]

Aside from the… invite, hoe have you been?

[ He’s trying to not upset her by bringing up the departed housemate. ]