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Strangely Charming - Chapter 2

(Previous Chapter)

A/N: So D&D races and classes now vs in 1984 is very very different. There are so many more things now, I did my best to look up what would be a thing back in 1984 but I also needed a few things to be there early. (example: Sorcerer and Warlocks apparently weren’t things until 3rd edition and in 1984 the only thing out was 1st edition - but I needed them to be things. Just think of it as an AU detail, though I highly doubt anyone really cares XD.)

Also for season 2 (which is when this fic starts) any Eddie/Maeve and Billy/Maeve stuff is going to be mostly background stuff while we more focus on Calcifer.

(Gif was the only decent one in the cafeteria I could find)

Warnings: None really besides drug mention?

Words: 2128

Maeve and Calcifer’s outfits for this chapter. (Made using Shoplook)

When Maeve walked into the kitchen the next morning she found Calcifer sleeping on the couch.

“Really, Cal?” she asked as she wrinkled her nose. “Cal!”

“Hm? Wut?” He sat up and blinked. “What’s up? What I do?”

“What did you do over there last night? You stick of pot.”

“Well, you answered your own question, luv.” He sat up properly and stretched his arms above his head.

“You got high with our neighbor?”

“He got high… I just happened to be in the vicinity.”

“Well, please find the vicinity of the shower cause we have to go in like 10 minutes.”

“Ugh, yes mum,” he groaned as he got up. “Don’t know why I have to exist here. Why can’t you let me be a hermit cat in peace?”

“Because I am not dealing with high school by myself.” The bathroom door closed and muffled his response. Maeve rolled her eyes with a soft smile as she pulled on a jacket and grabbed her keys. She grabbed her shoulder bag and Calcifer’s backpack and headed outside to put them in the backseat of her Jeep. The sound of a pickup truck approaching caught her attention as she closed the car door. “Morning,” she called out with a small wave once Wayne had gotten out of his truck. He nodded back to her with a tired smile before heading inside.

Maeve let out a sigh as she waited for Calcifer.

“Cal, if you don’t hurry up I’m going to make you take the bus!”

“Nooo!” His shouted was muffled but audible .

“Then get out here!” Their door burst open with Calcifer shrugging on his jacket while trying to keep a hold on a skateboard under his arm and a piece of toast in his mouth. The sound of her yelling and of their door slamming open had covered the sound of the door across the street so when Calcifer stopped with one arm in his jacket, his gaze past her, Maeve turned to see what he was looking at. Her yelling had caught Eddie’s attention and he was standing at his van watching the two. Maeve waved with a smile and he blinked out of his surprise and waved back. She surprised him even more when she jogged across to him.

“Uh…hi.”

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi,” he repeated.

“I’m Maeve, that’s my brother Cal,” she said as she motioned over to him. Calcifer lifted the hand holding his toast in a wave. As she turned back she noticed him giving her a once over. Her jacket was long enough to cover the outfit she was wearing, the only part he could see were her doc martens and black stockings. He looked up and realized she was holding out her hand to him

“Ed-! I’m Eddie.” He shook her hand with a smile, noticing the ring of moons and stars on her index finger.

“Nice to meet you. Your uncle told me you’re a senior too. And in a band.”

“Oh, he did?” Eddie turned his head to glance at where his uncle was smiling from the window. “Of course he did. I am. For both of those. Uh…” He cleared his throat as he looked back at her.

“I’m also going to assume you’re the reason my cat came home smelling like weed?” she asked, lowering her voice at the end. His eyes widened.

“I’m sorry. It was- I’m sorry-”

“Hey, I’m not mad,” she assured him quickly with a smile. “You ever run out..” she trailed off and nodded back to her trailer. His jaw dropped.

“You?… oh… oh.” He started to grin and chuckled. “Uh, same here. I mean if you ever… need any. I know a guy.”

"Thanks. I don't know if your uncle mentioned it but we were wondering if maybe we could sit with you at lunch today? I mean we're neighbors so it'd be cool if we were friends too. I mean, I think so."

"Yeah! Of course, sure. Yeah…" He chuckled in disbelief. "Don't take this the wrong way but… I'm not exactly well liked in school… or in town. Hang around me and you'll probably be labeled a freak too."

"Perfect." Maeve grinned. He blinked.

"Uh.."

“That’s a compliment in my book.” He blinked in surprise again and let out another laugh.

"Alright then."

"So we'll see you at lunch?"

"Yeah.." He nodded.

"Maybe we'll have some classes together too."

"I hope so- I mean that'd be nice yeah." Maeve wiggled her fingers in a wave as she walked backwards towards where Calcifer was waiting impatiently.

To say the student body was excited to have more transfer students from California after the first new addition would be an understatement. It was clear the girls were expecting another fit, tan, blond, hunk and not a skinny, pale, boy with short black hair. Calcifer wasn't bothered by their laughter at his accent or even at his name. He took his seat in his first class of the day - in the back beside Eddie who nodded at him - and silently plotted how he was going to get Maeve back for dragging him into this.

On the other hand, the boys were excited to have a blonde beach babe from California joining their class. Instead they received Maeve, and while they did get the blonde part it was many shades paler.

Having done her makeup in the car before going into the building, her deep purple lipstick and black rimmed eyes drew in more than a few stares. Her hair was a stark contrast to the black and grey outfit she had donned that morning.

Her jacket, which she left in her locker, had covered the long sleeve fishnet shirt - with gaps in the netting leaving her shoulders bare - and the black cropped lace up tank over it that showed a considerable amount of cleavage. Her skirt was a mix of black and greys with a small attachable pocket hooked to one of two thin black belts that were lined with silver grommets. To go with her large black crescent moon earrings, she had four necklaces with each being longer than the one before. Starting about an inch from the base of her neck was a trinity Celtic knot, followed by a hollow crescent moon, then a pentagram in a circle, and ending with a crystal that rested against the laces of her shirt.

"Looks like someone’s a few days early for Halloween." The class erupted in giggles and Maeve smiled at the girl.

"Looks like someone can't come up with an original line, but you do have to love a classic."

The confidence with which she walked to her seat visibly bothered the students who clearly thought she ought to be ashamed to be proud of being different than them. She sat beside a curly blond headed boy who also seemed to be judging her, but not in the same way the others were. When she met his eye and didn’t back down, he started to smirk.

While Eddie had a few classes with Calcifer, he had yet to have any with Maeve and as such he hadn't even seen her in the halls. When lunch finally rolled around Calcifer was the first to find the table that Eddie sat at the head of and joined the metal head and his friends.

"You really have an Irish accent?" one boy asked after Calcifer sat down. He gave him a blank look.

"You do realize you could've asked me any other question and still gotten your answer, yes?"

"How come you have an accent but-?"

"Adopted," Calcifer answered the second boy, without turning to him, before taking a drink.

"Where is your sister, anyway?" Eddie asked, trying to seem nonchalant. Calcifer turned in his seat and the table looked to see the blond girl heading over. A smile pulled at Eddie’s face as he now understood what she had meant that morning.

"Whoa… she's hot,” one of the boys muttered.

"Dude," Eddie smacked the boy's arm with a stern look.

"I'll take the compliment," Maeve said as she approached. Eddie stood and motioned to an empty seat with a small bow. She gave him a smile that he enthusiastically returned as they sat down. “Hey,” Maeve said with a smile at the other boys.

"Introductions!" Eddie jumped up again and motioned to each boy as he named them. "This here is our drummer Gareth," he started. The boy with curly brown hair, who had been the first to speak, nodded with a smile. Eddie motioned to the boy beside him. "Jeff, plays guitar." Another nod and smile. "Grant, bass." He motioned to the boy next to Calcifer, across from the other two. "And graduating this year, not in the band, Dan." The last boy nodded with a small wave.

"Oh, I never asked your uncle what your band was called," Maeve said.

"Corroded Coffin," Eddie said proudly as he sat back down.

"Nice," Calcifer said even though he didn't seem to be paying attention to the conversation.

"When do you play next?" Maeve asked.

"You… you wanna see us play?" Gareth asked, eyes wide.

"Yeah. Would've went last night but I had to finish unpacking."

"Well, I can bring you with me next Tuesday," Eddie suggested with a grin. He noticed the slight glare Calcifer was giving him. “You too if you want,” he added, not phased by the look.

"Looking forward to it," Maeve said.

"So, Cal," Grant started. Calcifer looked over without moving his head. "Heard you're a super senior."

"Yeah, we both are," Maeve said without looking up.

"Really?" Eddie asked.

"Look at that, our dungeon master isn't alone on the throne anymo-ow!" Gareth said as Eddie kicked him under the table. “Hey.”

“Your what?” Calcifer asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You gonna explain or just let my imagination run wild?" Maeve asked with a smile to Eddie.

"I’m also a super senior and the role of Dungeon Master is part of a game we play. Dungeons and Dragons. These guys," Eddie said as he motioned to each one, "are my players. I run the campaign for the Hellfire Club."

"Is that the game with way too many dice?" Calcifer asked.

"Each has a purpose," Eddie said, leaning forward. "Each class has a different die they attack with. D20s determine whether or not you're successful on certain actions or if attacks even hit. Although with certain proficiencies bonuses based on race and class a lower D20 roll can be salvaged or worsened with penalties.”

“What races and classes are there?” Maeve asked. Eddie’s face seemed to light up even more that she was interested.

"Well, you can be human or you can be an elf, half-elf, a dwarf, a halfling, gnome, orc, or half-orc. You can fight with magic, archery, the classic sword and shield of course. The handbooks come with campaigns, but you can always make up your own. It’s a table-top game so everyone has a figurine to go on the board. Everyone gets a character sheet to keep track of spells or abilities, skill levels, proficiencies."

"Mae, you should be a witch," Calcifer said with a smirk and she elbowed him.

"Well actually," Gareth started, "spellcasters can be a Sorcerer, a Wizard, Druid-"

"Wait, what's the difference between those first two?" Calcifer asked with a frown.

"Their hit die, their proficiencies, skills, and which spells they can cast," Jeff said.

"Sorcerer then," Maeve said.

"Sorceress," Calcifer corrected.

“Whatever.” She rolled her eyes.

"You could be a Warlock," Jeff suggested and Calcifer almost choked on his drink.

"Alright man?" Beside him Grant patted him on the back.

"I'll take Wizard thanks," Calcifer muttered after he finished coughing.

"You two actually want to play?" Dan asked.

"Why not? I don’t know about Cal, but I think I'd be pretty good with magic," Maeve said. Calcifer started to snicker as he roll his eyes and received another more subtle elbow to the side.

"Well, the Hellfire Club meets every Friday after school. Theater department lets us borrow the room," Eddie said. “You can come by then and see how it all works.”

"Well, why don't I come over tonight or tomorrow and you can show me how everything works?" Maeve asked, looking at Eddie with a smile. The table erupted in 'oooo's.

"Down girl," Calcifer muttered.

"Get your minds out of the gutter. We live across the street from each other," Maeve said as she rolled her eyes. She looked at the grinning boy at the head of the table whose cheeks were dusted red. "Besides, I don't put-out on the first date." Calcifer dropped the sandwich he had been eating.

"And I'm suddenly not hungry anymore," he said.

A/N: So I’ve mentioned before I’m using stuff based on multiple things, one of which is Charmed. Warlocks in the Charmed universe are considered evil which is why Calcifer reacted the way he did.

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#Strangely Charming fic #Stranger Things Fanfiction #Eddie Munson x OFC

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The 69th Annual Grand National Roadster Show

You know how January is typically “the start of the indoor show season”? (Really, it’s the start of most things that correspond to our calendar system …) But this is California, and unlike most other states, there really isn’t a winter or indoor car show season, per se—we just have car shows year ’round, and some just happen to be held indoors … mostly. It is what it is, and January is the beginning of the 2018 car show season, which kicks off at the Fairplex in Pomona with the 69th Annual Grand National Roadster Show. And … it’s usually when the area gets its initial dose of inclement weather, a factor better suited for events held indoors.

I’ve been going to this gala gig (which some refer to simply as The Roadster Show, often confusing it with the L.A. Roadsters event, but we’ll go with GNRS for short) for many years—from its final exhibit at the Oakland Coliseum, its brief stints in San Francisco and San Mateo, to its inaugural SoCal showing here in Pomona where it’s much easier to get to for folks like me (sorry NorCal). But despite the venue/geographical and promoter changes, some things will never change—the aura surrounding the GNRS that not only draws people from far and wide, but does so in a very spiritually communal way. An annual reunion of rodders, if you will, it’s the one show where four days barely gives you enough time to see everything—and everyone.

The “feature” aspect of the GNRS that has remained the same since it was first bestowed upon a Southern Californian by the name of Bill Neikamp in 1950 is the cherished America’s Most Beautiful Roadster award accompanied by the now-famous 9-foot trophy that show founder Al Slonaker originally had created as potential bait to lure in roadster owners from down south. Don’t imagine Slonaker ever imagined his scheme would do the exact opposite, but he oughtta be real pleased to see how the show’s grown to become the “longest running indoor car show in the world.” This year’s AMBR honors went to the Martin Special, the 1931 Ford roadster undertaken by Hot Rods & Hobbies for its namesake owner, Dave Martin. A definite crowd favorite, the anticipated restoration debut of the Eddie Dye 1929 Ford roadster by Circle City Hot Rods and owned by Tom Bobowksi was given the Bruce Meyer Hot Rod Preservation Trophy.

I will admit there was one slight difference at this year’s event—the inclement weather that’s usually factored in, well, it apparently decided to take the week off and spend some time back east. Pomona Valley and its surrounding areas below the foothills of the San Gabriel Mountains were clear, dry, and unseasonably warm—albeit a bit windy come Sunday when the 69th (or is it the 70th?!) edition of the Grand National Roadster Show came to a successful end with the traditional closing of the awards ceremony.

Top 100 Winners

1932 Ford coupe | Bret Sukert | Montesano, WA Bret’s ’60s-style 1932 three-window hot rod is built from an unmodified original steel body bought from well-known rodder Dick Page. Fosses Hot Rods handled body and paint chores; Mitch Kim did all that ’striping. The suspension includes a dropped axle and transverse leaves in front and quarter ellipticals in back. The Chevy small-block is topped with a Weiand manifold and 1965-1966 GTO air cleaner. Interior elements include Mopar van seats, an N.O.S. Grant wheel, and restored Ha-Dees Stewart-Warner blue face gauges. The coupe won the Suede Palace Best of Show award.

1940 Ford convertible | Tony Miller | San Pedro, CA Tony cut the top off a standard coupe and added a postwar-style top with quarter windows. At Don Dillard’s Highway 99 Hot Rods the hood and quarters were sectioned, front wheels moved forward, body channeled, doors stretched, trunk shortened, and many other mods were made, including a handmade 1940 Merc grille, 1939 trim, 1941 Stude taillights, and 1940 Merc rear bumper. A Plymouth speedo and 1940 Ford instruments fill the dash facing Sid Chavers’ red leather interior. A 4V 289 Ford is tied to an AOD trans. The only unmodified parts are the front bumper, running boards, and headlight rings.

1957 Ford Del Rio Ranch Wagon | Robert Florine | Ventura, CA Robert wanted a Ford because there is already an abundance of Chevys, and worked with Steve Strope and crew at Pure Vision to build his wagon. The profile was altered with a slanted B-pillar and 4-3/4-inch door stretch (with 1957 T-bird handles) to improve proportions. An Art Morrison Enterprises chassis with C6 front suspension parts and Mike Meyer Racing rear torque arms and JRI coilovers beef up the undercarriage. The engine is a Kaase Boss 9 with Borla eight-stack induction. The custom interior is matched in great taste by the Bridgewater Bronze and Avorio two-tone paint.

1929 Ford roadster | James Bobowski | Orange, CA James’ Model A exemplifies the historical influence that was strong among AMBR contenders. The Eddie Dye roadster has been lost, found, parted out, and rotated through many owners and styles since the Ayala Brothers built it for Eddie almost 70 years ago. Jimmy White and his Circle City Hot Rods team restored it using many original parts, like the Whitey Clayton nose and hood—and reproducing others, like the belly pan and Crestliner wheel. The Evans Engineering Flathead, Cherry Orchid paint, Ford and Merc hubcaps, and Chris Plant’s recreated white pleated upholstery bring 1952 into 2018.

1941 Buick | Clifford Mattis | Vacaville, CA Clifford and builder Marcos Garcia from Lucky 7 Customs teamed up on this custom. A chopped top, handmade flush skirts, and taillights are just a few of the custom mods. The chassis combines a Mustang II frontend and a four-link rear, with airbags to drop the car. Power comes from a carbed Chevy 350. One-off EVOD wheels (with simulated Caddy caps) roll with Coker Firestones. The vintage-style interior features a Dennis Crook wheel, New Vintage USA gauges, and patterned cloth inserts in the leather upholstery. It took 20 spray-outs to get the right dark olive paint color, but the final result is stunning.

1960 Buick LeSabre | John Burke | Albuquerque, NM John’s radical custom Buick was previously owned by Aaron Lobato of U.S. Kustoms. John worked with Aaron and Jimmy Gutierrez to turn the car into a piece of art. Modifications include the 1-3/4-inch chop, custom grille made from 1950 Merc hood ornaments, 1960 Imperial bumpers, custom taillights built with 1960 Buick and 1962 Merc components, and reshaped fins. RideTech suspension drops the Buick to the pavement. The full custom interior features two-tone Camaro buckets, a console created from two 1965 T-birds, and a 1960 Imperial steering wheel. The paint is PPG Emberglow.

1934 Ford coupe | Dennis Mariani Jr. | Oakland, CA Dennis Mariani Jr. wanted a high-end, classy, street-driven coupe to reflect the look of the land speed cars he and his family have raced on the salt flats. The track nose, belly pans, British Racing Green paint, and other elements on his 1934 Ford three-window coupe accomplish that. Moal Coachbuilders built the car using their torsion bar suspension. A Hilborn EFI setup feeds the aluminum Chevy small-block, connected to a Legend five-speed with a V-8 quick-change rear. Moal built custom centers for the steel wheels. A 1934 steering wheel was customized and the bucket seats were upholstered in deep red leather.

1957 Chevy 150 Sedan | Tony & Paula Jurado | Hayward, CA The Jurados bought their Chevy from Bill Ganahl at South City Rod & Custom. Ganahl’s plan was to build the rare 150 Business Sedan into a street race car, what he calls the “anti-Gasser.” Tony and Paula agreed to continue the plan. A matching-numbers dual-quad 283 and Muncie four-speed propel the Chevy, with other numbers-correct parts also used. The suspension components were rebuilt or replaced to keep it stock underneath. With Americans in front and chrome reverse wheels with slicks in back, vinyl tuck ’n’ roll inside, Sun tach, no air, and no tunes, the 1957 is a real throwback to the early ’60s.

1950 Studebaker | Gary Warner | Burley, ID When Gary, of Gary’s Hot Rods & Harleys, started his Studebaker people must have thought he was nuts. The 1950 coupe body was in a wrecking yard and a 1949 Champion sat behind a barn. Gary grafted the 1950 nose onto the 1949 body. The 354 Chrysler Hemi came out of a chicken coop. Now it runs Hilborn electronic injection and a BDS blower. The custom chassis with Jim Meyer Racing front suspension and RideTech components rolls on Boyds wheels and Mickey Thompson tires. Exterior mods include the 4-inch chop and reshaped suicide doors. Brown leather alligator-covered seats add elegance.

1938 Ford convertible sedan | Don & Irene Richardson | Hoquiam, WA Don built the 1938 in segments, working nights and weekends at his shop, Richardson’s Custom Auto Body. PPG Copper Sunset paint covers the body, chopped 1-1/2 inches, and modified with a 1937 Ford nose, reshaped wheelwells, and custom side moldings. The stock frame has been boxed. Suspension goodies include a Heidts frontend, Jag rear, and ShockWaves. The engine is a Chevy Ram Jet 350 backed by a 700-R4. Take a close look at the Firestone hubcaps on the Wheel Vintiques wheels. The contemporary interior features custom leather upholstery and a 1950 Buick wheel from Dennis Crooks.

Best Ford In A Ford

This 351-Powered 1955 Ford F-100 is Rebuilt and Righteous

YEAR: 1955 MAKE: Ford MODEL: F-100 Pickup OWNER: John Rydzewski STATE: Oregon

How many enthusiasts drive Fords because their fathers drove Blue Oval iron? John Rydzewski from Oregon City, Oregon, is the owner and builder of this candy blue 1955 Ford F-100. He grew up around his dad’s Fords and developed a love for them, especially fat-fendered trucks.

When John purchased his F-100 24 years ago it was stock. After his first rebuild, it had purple paint with ghost flames, 15-inch Alcoa truck wheels, a gray interior, and a Ford 351W engine where the factory Y-block had been. He and his wife, Tracielyn, started participating in shows and the truck started getting attention.

Six years ago, John was inspired to rebuild the F-100 after stuff in his garage had fallen on it. Second-build body modifications include shaved sheetmetal, molded running boards, a frenched antenna, and a rear roll pan. Widened rear fenders house 20×13 Schott wheels, with 18s in front, all wrapped in Mickey Thompson rubber. The House of Kolor paint was sprayed at Ben’s Custom Paint.

The F-100 will be back on the street when its showbiz career winds down, so John added a Mustang II independent front suspension and a rear four-link with a Watts link and ShockWaves all around.

CSC Custom Upholstery covered the aftermarket bucket seats and door panels in two-tone leather. The center console holds the B&M shifter, JVC head unit, and Vintage Air vents. The billet cup holders lift to reveal the Alpine amps (speakers are MB Quart and JBL). A billet dash plate holds Dakota Digital gauges.

The reliable Ford 351, C6 transmission, and 9-inch rearend from the first rebuild were retained for the second project. John chose the 351 to keep his F-100 all Ford. The engine was machined and rebuilt by Portland Engine Rebuilders and topped with an Edelbrock intake, Holley carburetor, and a classic bugcatcher air cleaner. Ford Performance offers variations on the 351 at performanceparts.ford.com.

Dameon Allen of Pacific Styles Car Club contributed to the build and Tacielyn contributed moral support. John’s homebuilt F-100 was at the GNRS to collect points needed to qualify for the ISCA Championship Finals. He accomplished that goal as well as the unexpected goal of winning the Ford Performance/STREET RODDER Best Ford In A Ford award.

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