(September Station Catch-All) I Make My Own Rules

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CHARACTERS: Eleven & You (Open Starters + Closed TDM Continuations
LOCATION: Various aboard the station
DATE: immediately after arrival + the week leading up to the first mission
CONTENT: Catch-all Log
WARNINGS: potential references to human experimentation, child abuse/neglect. specific CWs in TLs when applicable

[ Top Levels in Comments:
Open: Batteries Needed: Lab & Tech Storage
Open: Abduction of Property: Sunlight Room
Open: Waffles or Bust: Kitchen
Closed: TDM Continuations ]

[ ooc note: default to brackets, but if you prefer prose, feel free to tag in with prose and I'll match format.

If you'd like a closed starter or have a different kind of thread idea for which none of these setups work, feel free to hit me at inkcharm, Discord inkcharm#4573 or send me a PM. ]

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[ The song is familiar. Eleven doesn't know the name of it, or who sings it, but she has heard it on Hopper's radio sometimes. They danced around the kitchen to it, once, even when Hopper complained about modern music.

There's a rustle from the the blanket fort, Eleven shifting her position. ]

I can talk.

[ It sounds almost a little defensive, and not quite clear if she means she's able to speak, or willing to.

After another drawn out moment: ]

They stole you?

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[ It's a good song, one that he hadn't had the chance to listen to in decades until he got the Zune. It's one of Peter's favorites, and he wonders if it came with the machine or Yondu went through the trouble of adding songs from the 80s to it because he knew Peter's music taste.

He doesn't mind the slight defensiveness, happy that whoever is inside there is willing to talk to him at all. He smiles a little once he realizes it's a girl, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes, because outer space is no place for kids. ]

Yes. My mom had died recently, and before I even had time to process it all, a big spaceship swooped down from the sky and took me away. [ No point in sugarcoating the truth, and Peter hopes she will appreciate honesty. ]I was eight years old. How old are you? I'm afraid I didn't bring any eggos with me, waffles taste better freshly made, but I could make you some later.

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[ There's another moment of drawn out silence. Then, eventually, more rustling as Eleven shifts, crawling out of the low entrance to the fort until her head pokes out, unruly mop of brown hair pushed back from her face impatiently as she looks at Peter. There's still something wary in her face. The rest of her is drowning in a leather jacket that is very clearly adult sized and much too large on her small frame. If he has caught sight of Bucky on the station, he might recognize the jacket as belonging to that very man. Or perhaps not anymore. And perhaps Peter will even spot something on her neck, like faded bruising, a day or two old. ]

I'm 14.

[ She hesitates, and then: ]

I'm sorry. About your mama. And that bad men stole you. Did you run away, too?

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Already a lady, then. [ Peter smiles when she shows up, but makes no further movement. He doesn't want to scare Eleven, and being wary of strangers is also not a bad trait per se. The jacket doesn't go unnoticed, but he doesn't have enough context to tell if she came to the station with it or someone gave it to her. ]

Thank you, that's kind of you to say. Some weren't so bad in the long run, but it was hard at first. I tried to run away a few times and I always got caught. There weren't any of places where I could go on my own, the galaxy wasn't safe, and I didn't have my own spaceship. I did, eventually, when I grew up, and then I met some good friends that helped me out.

[ He's not going into specific about how said friends first tried to kidnap him and kill him, and they all landed their asses in jail. ]

It's good to have people you can trust.