richie catchall

[florescences]

i only know about it through osmosis..... how much clown trauma

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weekend 0, saturday

[florescences]

[ it's time to have a little drinkie drink. elysia has changed into something less sexy angel, and there isn't a better or worse time to check out the bar.

she has a mixed drink and raises it to richie in greeting. ]

Hi, Rich. Is this better for your mood?

[gutterbound]

[Thank god. For the drink. She's no longer in sexy angel garb but the new duds fail to leave much more to imagination. He's no prude, but Jesus Christ, what the fuck?]

Good to see you, 'Lys. [He dips behind the counter to find himself a little something to smooth it all over. For his own part, he's looking casual: bomber jacket and a button up, nice jeans and leather shoes. If you had some familiarity with American largess you could likely tell they're all a price point beyond the reach of the blue collar shopper. A detail that's for sure lost on half the saved souls here.]

Oh, sure, sure. Still waiting on a rhyme and reason, but hey, at least they widened the sheep pen a few yards. How about you?

[florescences]

[ sorry to his 80s sensibilities and that she's from a hyv game

she brightens when he says lys. she loves a nickname. ]

Do you have to have a reason? I'm not doing any worse than I have been.

W0 TUESDAY

[gutterbound]

[THEY ARE AT THE LIGHTHOUSE, admiring its majesty. Maybe they took some drinks with them from the bar. Richie's not an alcoholic but shit, if it's free? He's partaking a little more than usual. Not that he's been pregaming or anything.]

Kind of implies that we're expecting more company at some point, doesn't it?

[florescences]

[ elysia is a social drinker, at best, but she will keep him company because that's what she does.

and because we want biting to happen. ]

Because we've gotten more places to run around in?

[gutterbound]

Because a lighthouse is meant to hail ships in.

[He waves a hand out to the sea.]

I mean, it can't all just be ocean forever.

W0 SECOND FRIDAY

[gutterbound]

[The music is on at the Soundstage. Heart gives a sweeter air to the day than it deserves, and Richie isn't in the booth but sat on the floor in front of it, bottle of H*nnessy in hand.

He waves to Elysia when he spots her, mouth quirking. Not making it to a smile.]

Didn't even see her leave, did we?

[florescences]

[ elysia can smile for the both of them. the music is nice even if it might not fit the overall mood. she comes over and sits down next to him. ]

We couldn't, could we? That's one of the worse parts. [ getting made unconscious. ] If she was awake.... I don't know if I hope she was or not.

[gutterbound]

[Bless you sweet girl.]

I know. It's not like we have any idea what happened. I just — what was it? A bad fall? Getting caught in the undertow?

[Worse?]

...Just fucking unbelievable.

week 0, sunday

[florescences]

[ the trial and execution weren't great by any definition of the word, and elysia recalls the hug at the end of the execution.

she waves. ]

Hi, Richie. Let's not all go through that again, huh?

[ her tone is light and she's smiling, but she is concerned. ]

slams into you (so late)

[gutterbound]

Really? I was thinking we should make it a weekly event. Ask for a popcorn machine and cigar girl doing rounds in the aisles.

[he doesn't know yet.

Also look he's fine, comparatively. Cooled down and kicking back with a cigarette in his mouth, sucking down nicotine to flush out his nerves. It's doing such wonders right now.]

I hope not, though. Truly, I hope that's the last of it. I just can't shake the feeling it won't be the last trouble we have.

w1, thursday

[florescences]

[ every week i'm scared someone will die so instead of being like i can catch them later i'm like WHAT IF THEY DIE

our inboxes suffer together....

elysia is coming to check up on him!! he better be resting and wrapped up wherever he is. ]

Richie?

[gutterbound]

[Catching people later is a luxury only public gamers like that traitor nu can afford.]

Huh?

[He'll blink up at her, pale-faced and sitting in his bed. He's very bandaged, though most of the damage was to the empty shoulder socket and the back of him. Very little front-facing wounds.]

...Sorry, can I help you?

W2 MONDAY

[gutterbound]

[tHERE IS A CHILD.

At the bar.

Which is currently unattended by anyone because I say so, and this child has wandered in by accident. But also no one stopped him? That's pretty hilarious. Said child is buck-toothed, jug-eared, and wearing horn-rimmed spectacles with lenses thick enough to magnify his eyes a little.

Only the top of his head may be seen behind the bar. Wee 11-year old hands reaching for the bourbon...what does this stuff smell like?]

[florescences]

[ she's all for curiosity and adventure but not like this.

she reaches over and lifts the bottle of bourbon. ]

I wouldn't try that if I were you. [ ... ] Richie?

[ that seems about right. ]

W2 WEDNESDAY

[gutterbound]

How's it hanging Missy Lyssy? You haven't gotten a strange message on your phone recently, have you?

[florescences]

Hi, Richie! No, I haven't. Did you receive a strange message?

week 2, friday

[florescences]

[ what's up, richie? how are you handling the new weekly ritual? elysia remains seeming fine. ]

What do you think they mean by holes?

[ said lightly, even if it's not a light subject matter. ]

[gutterbound]

I hope it's not more straws.

[someone...drank her milkshake...daniel day lewis is a suspect

Richie isn't feeling great about it, but he's also doing all right. He liked the girl but he didn't spend tons of time with her. It's just sad no matter how you slice it.]

Maybe she was shot? But where on Earth would you get a gun.

W3 MONDAY (CW: children in peril, eye gore, disease mentions)

[gutterbound]

[WOW who could have guessed we'd end up in front of these funhouse mirrors

Please enjoy this beloved memmy, let us cherish it forever.]

[florescences]

[ holy shit kabby you really did the mostest

it's a lot for elysia to take in at once. she's seen a lot, but it's a different kind of a lot. children being bullied.... monsters of all kinds... she knows that. she's seen enough gore and violence, so she doesn't recoil seeing any of this, but.... she feels like there is a missing piece of context for her to fully understand. ]

What was that?

[ she keeps her voice quiet, gentle as she turns to look at richie, to see his reaction to his own memories. ]

week 7, monday

[florescences]

[ hello, powers on means she will look like this sometimes. she's idling about, looking at how the new warped areas have changed.

when she sees rich, she flies straight to him with her arms out.

hug? hug???? ]

[gutterbound]

[why is she so BEAUTIFUL. With powers back on Richie looks the same. Shart healed him though.

Which is for the best because when that pink bullet flies at him he's got to be ready to catch it.]

Els!

[And catch her he does! Twirls her around even. Nothing but effervescent joy here, IT'S HER.]

You look goddamn radiant! What happened, new skincare routine?

[oil of olay is so magic wow]

W7 SATURDAY

[gutterbound]

[Sat in the garden. Leaning back on a bench with a cigarette in hand, looking to the sky.]

What a wild ride...

[florescences]

[ richie, you're going to kill your lungs before you're revived. elysia won't stop him from his vices. that's just me thinking.

she takes a seat next to him on the bench. ]

More than what you expected?