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quietplacelogs2018-03-03 09:42 pm
beeped) wrote in quietplacelogs2018-03-03 09:42 pm
(open/closed)
Featuring: Richie Tozier (beeped) and you
What's happening: Various shenanigans
Day/s: March
Content warning: one prompt has character death; probable language and general warnings that come along with richie & his canon.
↝ sandpaths; open
[Switching to working as a sandpath technician has proven to be a good change for him. The fresh air, the sunlight, and physically exhausting work--it's put him in slightly better spirits. At least he keeps busy enough that he doesn't think about how much it sucks not to talk.
He can be found on various parts of the sandpaths, sometimes carrying bags of sand, sometimes slacking off.]
↝ on the search for peanut butter; closed to max
aRE YOU READY FOR AN ADVENTURE
[Everything is an adventure, but this is also a Very Important mission. Ever since hearing about the dog that left them things, Richie's wanted to find treats or something. Naturally, Max has to go with him. She was the one who knew about it first, after all!]
↝ training day; closed to frank
[Is there anything better than learning fighting, self-defense? Playing Streetfighter, probably, but this is still really great and he's extremely excited to learn a thing or two.
So much so that he's swinging a stick around like it's a katana or something while waiting for Frank.]
↝ house 11 garage; closed to housemates; cw: character death (pt 1)
[It's a normal day, inasmuch as a day can be normal in a city where the loudest loudmouth needs to be silent. Richie goes about his day, enjoys the sunshine, slugs some sand around, pats himself on the back for managing to stay quiet for so long.
Later in the day, he heads back home. The house is quiet, which he doesn't think much of at all. Instead he heads straight to his bed in the garage. He flops down on the mattress, staring up at the ceiling.
A flash of yellow catches his eye and he sits up. It doesn't register at first; he's just puzzled by the vibrant yellow in his otherwise dull-colored room. Richie sits up, slides off of the bed and picks it up from the bedpost.
It's only at that point that he recognizes it. A yellow raincoat, one that's too small for him. Blood-stained, missing a sleeve--
The scream that escapes his lips is one he can't control; the raincoat falls to the floor, and within seconds he's just gone.]
↝ later; reset room; open (pt 2)
[Richie doesn't remember what happened, or how he got into the reset room again. But it's unnerving, especially when he can't piece enough together at all. Eventually, he'll get around to texting one of his friends, but for a while he can't bring himself to do much more than to sit and lean against the wall.]
↝ wildcard [CYOA or contact me for plotting via pm or![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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beeped) and youWhat's happening: Various shenanigans
Day/s: March
Content warning: one prompt has character death; probable language and general warnings that come along with richie & his canon.
↝ sandpaths; open
[Switching to working as a sandpath technician has proven to be a good change for him. The fresh air, the sunlight, and physically exhausting work--it's put him in slightly better spirits. At least he keeps busy enough that he doesn't think about how much it sucks not to talk.
He can be found on various parts of the sandpaths, sometimes carrying bags of sand, sometimes slacking off.]
↝ on the search for peanut butter; closed to max
aRE YOU READY FOR AN ADVENTURE
[Everything is an adventure, but this is also a Very Important mission. Ever since hearing about the dog that left them things, Richie's wanted to find treats or something. Naturally, Max has to go with him. She was the one who knew about it first, after all!]
↝ training day; closed to frank
[Is there anything better than learning fighting, self-defense? Playing Streetfighter, probably, but this is still really great and he's extremely excited to learn a thing or two.
So much so that he's swinging a stick around like it's a katana or something while waiting for Frank.]
↝ house 11 garage; closed to housemates; cw: character death (pt 1)
[It's a normal day, inasmuch as a day can be normal in a city where the loudest loudmouth needs to be silent. Richie goes about his day, enjoys the sunshine, slugs some sand around, pats himself on the back for managing to stay quiet for so long.
Later in the day, he heads back home. The house is quiet, which he doesn't think much of at all. Instead he heads straight to his bed in the garage. He flops down on the mattress, staring up at the ceiling.
A flash of yellow catches his eye and he sits up. It doesn't register at first; he's just puzzled by the vibrant yellow in his otherwise dull-colored room. Richie sits up, slides off of the bed and picks it up from the bedpost.
It's only at that point that he recognizes it. A yellow raincoat, one that's too small for him. Blood-stained, missing a sleeve--
The scream that escapes his lips is one he can't control; the raincoat falls to the floor, and within seconds he's just gone.]
↝ later; reset room; open (pt 2)
[Richie doesn't remember what happened, or how he got into the reset room again. But it's unnerving, especially when he can't piece enough together at all. Eventually, he'll get around to texting one of his friends, but for a while he can't bring himself to do much more than to sit and lean against the wall.]
↝ wildcard [CYOA or contact me for plotting via pm or
no subject
[she speed-types another message on her device but doesn't show it to Richie, pocketing it instead and reaching up to the top of her head like she's going to unzip her skin and reveal her True Alien Body underneath...!!!!!
she even mimes tugging on it a couple times, like it's stuck, before she beams teasingly and bright at Richie and pulls her device out, revealing her next message.]
LOL just kidding. ;) This is what my species looks like. What you see is what you get, haha.
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oh dang you really got me!!!! but look that's okay, you're still really cool, despite looking all normal and human
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[she gestures to the sand bags he's dropped.]
Need any help with this?
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[It's a little easier this way; it'd be his luck that he'd somehow fuck it up if he was the one pouring it.]
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[she goes to pick up one sack. she has no clue how many pounds they are because, well... they're all like sacks of feathers to her, so hey. she gestures with her shoulder in a lead the way motion.]