heaven pcs: richie

[fending]

i saw him introduce himself as "i'm rich" somewhere and was like oh i dare him to introduce himself to fidelio that way

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weekend 0, sunday

[fending]

[ fidelio is having a drink at the bar sometime after the introduction... though if you haven't looked at his profile yet and are just seeing him here with a backpack on the seat beside him out of context, he probably looks to a modern eye like he does not belong here.

he glances over when someone else comes in and raises an eyebrow. ]

Can always work on temperance later, yeah?

It's funny because he is rich

[gutterbound]

[He has looked at the profiles, and damn closely at that. You're all too weird not to draw curiosity. It's why he's not stunned by the sight of him, and instead assumes a barstool a polite distance over with a worldly sigh.]

Might have to. [Christ. He taps out a cigarette and sparks a light.] Don't know what we're supposed to do for chastity, especially if it's retroactive. Kind of a done deal on that.

w0, sunday

[fending]

[ out on the beach sometime after execution. ]

Can't say I thought they'd make a show out of public executions in heaven too.

[gutterbound]

"Too?"

[Does he have to start reading into this?

Richie has tapped out a cigarette and, knowing what's listed on the profiles and despite his initial instinct to refrain, offers the carton to Fidelio next. Would you like to pick up or continue a terrible habit, my man?]

Makes me wonder if this isn't part of our big "test". Pretty pointed for an off-the-cuff expulsion, don't you think?

W1 FRIDAY

[gutterbound]

[RATSHAKES YOU

Richie is still very badly hurt because we have no healing pods or hospitals. Ergo, the furthest he might get without good reason is the hotel lobby. He will be very, very carefully dropping himself into one of the sofas with a single bottle of beer in hand.

And then sort of. Squeezing it between his knees as he tries to pop the cap one-handed.]

[fending]

[ WHY ARE YOU RATSHAKING ME YOU WERE THE ONE ON CYOA?????? also man rip healing pods you were some real ones ]

...You got that, or you want me to?

[ not sure if he'd appreciate help or if he's trying to force himself to adjust. (kind of like how he's forcing himself to type all his text posts even though speech to text would be a hell of a lot faster.) ]

W2 MONDAY

[gutterbound]

[They are in the house of cards. Looking at this tarot deck thing.]

Oh, god, not fortune-telling.

[So tired...also you can surprise me with au/baby/what have you or we can have a regular one.]

[fending]

[ back at you ]

What, your father get killed by a tarot card or somethin'?

w2, sunday

[fending]

[ man. he's just sitting outside somewhere after execution, looking tiredly up at the sky.

glances over. ]

Ready for another week of this?

[gutterbound]

Absolutely not.

[We're in a bad one, brother.

Richie was also looking for a place to park ass in the fresh air after all that. For once he isn't smoking, looking wearied but what else is new.]

Mind if I join you? I'm not feeling up to scrounging for dinner just yet.

W3 TUESDAY (CW: children in peril, finger injury, mentions of dead children/child murder)

[gutterbound]

[man do we hate the funhouse or what

anyway maybe sometime after the horrible egg reveal, they find themselves yeeted back here yet AGAIN and Fidelio gets a treat!]

[fending]

[ the beginning of the memory had been rough, with the other kid's tears over his dead little brother touching a nerve that's still raw after last week and rewatching some of his own memories. the rest after that...

well, the thing about the horrible egg is that, as little sense as its appearance or even its existence made, it was still just a thing that was physically there in front of you, and it could be killed pretty straightforwardly as long as you were strong enough. there were no haunted picture books, no reaching into... whatever the fuck that picture was. ]

What the hell was that?

w4, monday

[fending]

placeholder so it doesn't look suspicious that i'm not doing yours first lmfao WE ARE BOTH BUSY I WILL CATCH UP WITH YOU LATER

featuring loveless

W4 THURSDAY

[gutterbound]

[orange you tired of having me in your inbox

Well Richie assumes Fidelio will be at the hospital, so he'll nose around until he finds him. Feeling a touch queasy about this one, actually, after how Shadowheart reacted to him. How they were kids coming out, too. Can't stand the idea of it.

Knocking on the door frame, gently, masking a riotous ball of nerves and dread.]

You awake in there, my man?

[fending]

[ no i am not and help i still never made you a real starter for this week maybe i'll just leave that loveless placeholder there forever

he is indeed at the hospital. sitting in bed with his chest and foot all bandaged up, while the missing ear chunk and the jagged ring around his neck look like old scars now with the blood washed off. ]

Sure am.

[ he's taken lots of painkillers so the vibes are more muted anyway, but... they're mostly tired, guilty, and worried. a little more guilty when richie comes in, but not anywhere near the same level as shadowheart. ]

Sorry, think we might've fucked things up for you even worse in whatever timeline that was.

w4, saturday

[fending]

[ leaning against a wall somewhere. ]

Don't envy whoever gets stuck doin' the execution tomorrow.

[gutterbound]

Christ, I know.

[This is the fucking worst. He's tapping out a smoke for himself, and will offer one to Fidelio first.]

I can't abide by it. There should be an exception if you're a kid. At least don't make people watch.

w4, sunday - text

[fending]

Hey you doing alright?
Looked a little rough back there

[gutterbound]

I'll be all right.

Just hit me funny. Didn't see it coming one bit.

w5, thursday

[fending]

[ assigns you patronising our tavern ]

Bloody weird day.

[gutterbound]

[honestly he loves it here]

Damn strange one, yes. Didn't imagine anyone could bring back a tourist.

Poor fucker's just in time for the weekend, too.

w5, saturday

[fending]

[ kicked back on a sofa in the lobby at the mansion, just kind of vibing and reading tolkien ]

[gutterbound]

[my god

Joins him, looking down at the book.]

Is it measuring up to the hype?

W6 MONDAY

[gutterbound]

[We're at the Archive. Richie looks out at the world below with a distinct reticence.]

It's getting harder to feel wowed by the day, isn't it?

[I'm dead tired of this magic horseshit.]

[fending]

[ well. that is a valid thought. ]

Think it sort of peaked with fittin' that whole Italy place in a train car, yeah. All downhill from there.

w6, thursday

[fending]

[ next stop on his fucking hospital rounds!!!!!!! ]

Place heard you talkin' shite the other day about it not impressing you anymore and took it as a challenge.

[gutterbound]

[this is my favourite opener to a cyoa return of all time.

Richie laughs weakly, his foot up in traction and his face bandaged. Presumably his ass is as well, hope you had fun with that one.]

Should have stuck to whining about too much on my plate.

w7, monday

[fending]

[ stepping into the sad catless cat cafe ]

Guess he weren't kiddin'.

[gutterbound]

Jesus, what a crying shame.

[Picks up a plush cat, squeezes it. Lightly tosses it to Fidelio.]

A souvenir to remember better times with, I suppose...

w7, friday

[fending]

[ outside in the neighbourhood to get some fresh air earlier in the day before locking in for lord of the rings!!! ]

Can't believe we got to the point where it feels weird not havin' someone turn up dead first thing on a Friday.

[gutterbound]

Ain't that just the mood.

[You're getting fresh air, he's sucking back nicotine. As per usual. If we get out of here in one piece, then I'll quit.]

I don't know what to do with myself, hardly. Friday night's gone from nights on the town to nights spent flat on the ground. I'm spinning my wheels, a little.

w7, saturday

[fending]

[ drinking on one of the sofas in the tavern. whoo. ]

Well. It's over.