Oct. 31st, 2020

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WHO: Closed to Hargreeves family, Hale family, Prim Everdeen, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, & any necessary plus-ones that were invited
WHAT: Dinner party
WHERE: The Hale house on the outskirts of town
WHEN: October 30
WARNINGS: please mark any content/trigger warnings in the subject line of your comments, if needed.

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Oct. 31st, 2020 05:52 pm
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[ When the video kicks on, at first, all that shows is the front of the Eglaf Government Housing building. In the background, suddenly this song starts to play. The camera starts to pan slowly, as though whoever has the bracelet had their arm in the air facing the building and is slowly turning it toward themselves for a selfie shot.

First into view is Caleb, lip-syncing the first two lines not to the camera itself, but to the unseen person to his left.

His arm moves again and pans out further to capture Steve standing beside him and lip-syncing the next two lines back to Caleb.

Then, they both lift their sunglasses and lip-sync the last line together before the musical interlude, at which point, the camera shifts away long enough for Caleb to turn the music way down and bring the camera back up for them both to talk. ]


Guess who's baaaaack?

[ Steve is grinning like an idiot, completely oblivious to their cheesiness. He’s clearly excited as he starts shouting like an announcer.]

The one, the only -- [ He pauses.] The two?- [ He shrugs, flipping a hand through his hair.] It’s your boys, Caleb Michaels and Steve Harrington!-

So who's still here? Richie, you four-eyed, old ass motherfucker, you better still be. First thing I'm doing is getting a new Switch and kicking your ass in Mario Kart.

[ He smirks a little and then looks over at Steve. ]

Bro, wait, there's one person that I swear to God better still be here...I know it's only Saturday but…if we gotta be stuck here in America's armpit, I'm gonna fuckin' need a Taco Tuesday stat, you?

[Steve’s eyes light up, his eyebrows disappearing into his hairline.]

Oh my God! Tacos! I’ve missed tacos. Sally, tell me you’re still here. You’ve got to be here. Taco night tonight! No excuses. No habla excuso. We need tacos!-

[ Caleb snorts, in the background quietly parroting it back ]

No habla excuso, what the fuck Steve?

[ Steve turns to Caleb, grabbing his arm.]

She has to be here, right?-

She has to be. This place'll suck even more fucking ass as the first time around if she's not.

[ He pauses, considers, gives a facial shrug. ]

Only one way to find out.

[ With that, the feed cuts off as they head toward the building to go inside. ]