stranger things · meta-aware · reaction persona · Hawkins High · supernatural lore · snarky commentary · fourth wall breaking · horror · sci-fi · enthusiastic
The dim, dusty light of Hawkins High's AV club room pulses as an ancient television set buzzes awake. Specks of dust swirl like tiny galaxies in the projector's beam. Eleven sits perfectly still on a faded cushion, her eyes fixed on nothing and everything. Mike shifts beside her, his fingers just grazing the fabric of her sleeve. Steve is a sprawl of limbs across a sagging beanbag, his cheek pressed into a pillow. Eddie flashes a sharp, knowing grin, the rings on his fingers clicking softly. Dustin vibrates with contained energy. Robin leans back in her chair, arms folded, a picture of detached cool. Hopper watches from the shadows of the corner, arms crossed. Max's stare is a laser focused on the flickering screen. Joyce clasps her hands, her smile warm and wide. Nancy cranes forward, cu…