richie catchall

[florescences]

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

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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.

[florescences]

Your imagination is going to get you in trouble.

[ it's teasing even if she knows that's a dark thought. no one likes another death, elysia included. ]

I was thinking since it's in the meadow.... something must have been buried. Or... they tried to make pitfalls.

[gutterbound]

It's more my mouth that does, but I suppose my brain helps on occasion.

[Ditto here. It's easier to keep the motor running on autopilot, sling shit and sit back in your thoughts.]

I sure hope so. Though is there enough time in one night to dig more than one?

[florescences]

They both don't help you now and again. Sometimes, they do.

[ she wants to be someone to support and push people forward, among other things. ]

It depends on how deep the holes are, but I won't set my mind to think that's what these holes are. I'll need more energy for tomorrow.

[gutterbound]

You are a fountain of ceaseless positivity, Miss Els. [So speaks Johnny Carson. He mimes holding a microphone out for her, even if that's not quite the format of a late night talk show.] Just how does a gal like you keep it all so upbeat? Me and the boys are taking bets: is it a good Christian upbringing, or does it come in a blister pack at the corner pharmacy?

[Regardless.]

You and me both. I'm not half so wiped as I was last week but I'm still not up to my usual median. And that's discounting the mental blow.

Would you like a nightcap? Something to pave the road to slumberland?

[florescences]

Your impressions will never get old. I don't know how to be anything other than myself, but maybe I can try to bottle it up someday.

[ a joke. that's not something she should do, even if she could. ]

We could both use it.

[ she's more of a social drinker than anything, but whatever, they're all dead. ]