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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 calaveras]

Comments

cue up the rocky music

[oorah]

[ frank is a solid bulk of a man, but even without soundproofed boots and a determination to do everything silently, he's fully capable of moving his bulk completely without noise. he catches the stick in midair before he's even telegraphed his presence, giving richie a wholly unimpressed look. ok karate kid, they're starting over. is he ready for boot camp? ]

sandpaths

[iisupergirlii]

[Kara admires the sandpath techs. without them, they'd be stuck indoors all day, unless they can fly, she guesses. which is what she's doing now, patrolling the city in the air. she sees Richie, scrawny and kid-like, hoisting sandbags behind him, and she swoops down to help.

when she lands in front of him, though, there's a look of shock on her face. this kid looks so much like Mike it's unreal. Except, he has glasses, and he's maybe a little scrawnier. Taller? Maybe? But it's definitely weird.

Still, Kara sweeps her red cape behind her and gestures to the sandbags with a smile.]

Hey there! Need some help?

On the search for peanut butter for a good dog

[beyourzoomer]

[She's eating a bite of some kind of fruit preserve when she gets his message and she grins involuntarily. She hasn't really spent much time with Richie yet, and she's really hoping they'll have some luck finding a treat for Teddy. She quickly types him a message back.]

bring on the adventure!

reset room

[justbeingknife]

[ It wasn't like Majima wanted to get a sample of the red dirt they'd seen in the footage, okay? He didn't to be anywhere near it. He just wanted to use the Reset Room workshop to work on something -- a project for one of the Sunday classes where Tony would probably give him the sideeye if the damn circuits didn't work right this time. ]

Sorry, didn't realize there was someone...

[ Wait. Not only had he never seen this kid before, but he was slumped against the wall, like --

Majima bent down, signing quickly. ]

You okay? Hurt?

reset room

[thatsruff]

[Teddy spends a lot of his time not on patrol waiting near or in the reset room depending on how easily he can find someone to let him in. Those who come through it, whether new or recovering from death, needed comfort often. And beyond that, the General had given him a mission to learn as much as he could about death and the side effects surrounding return from it here. He took both his own assigned task and his new side mission seriously, but his first priority was to help those dealing with their entry or re-entry into this place as best he could.

When one of the kids whose scent he recognizes from the eleventh house reappears in the building, Teddy pads over to where he is sitting, carefully and softly placing a paw on his knee.]

[clussy]

(Hell hath no fury like a Kaspbrak on a rampage.

Or so the legend goes, anyway. Though 'fury' wasn't exactly the word Eddie would use to describe his feelings right then. It was a messy, confusing situation. He didn't quite understand what had happened even when it happened. Mostly because he had been in his room with the door open. Hearing Richie scream had given him half of a heart attack- but then the disquiet after was worse.

It swallowed him whole because it was in that moment Eddie remembered one loud, glaring piece of evidence: the garage was not sound proofed.

He scarcely remembers getting into the garage. His shaky look around. Eddie doesn't even remember when he finds Richie's glasses- only that he does. He curls his hands around them, staring down at them for God knows how long- until he realized he was crying. He rubs his face and rushes out of the garage and outside. He grabs his bike, grateful as all hell to have it back, and plows off down the sand trail. Awful hope was climbing into his throat. The reset room.

It had to be.

It had to be.

The moment Eddie's there, he clumsily sets his bike down outside and gets inside. One breath. Two. Inhale. Exhale. You can breathe just fine, Eddie. He has to remember- though the pressure was crackling all around him. Then he sees him. Sitting up against the wall like a small shell of the person who always seemed so much bigger in his eyes and a small something in Eddie crumbles up. He strides over to Richie, emotions slamming together like rams at a mountain top, and he can't figure out which he feels most keenly. The fear, the anguish, or the rage. He hadn't even noticed Georgie's jacket. Just....the absence of Richie.

Eddie comes to a short stop in front of Richie, his hands balled up on his hips. At some point he had hooked one of the arms of Richie's glasses into the collar of his own shirt, and they hung there like a piece of decoration. Eddie's breathing is wheezing and stilted, the kind that normally would have him pulling out his inhaler. He doesn't now. There are definitely tear streaks down his face, and his eyes are a little red, but he isn't breaking down. He takes in a sniffing, shaking breath. Opens his mouth. Shuts it. Opens it back up.)

How fucking dare-(His breath shudders to a stop and he covers his face with a hand, then drops it.)

You're not- you're not supposed to- to fucking-.

Reset Room

[beyourzoomer]

[She feels like she's in shock as she makes her way into the Reset Room. She doesn't know the details of what happened precisely, but whatever it was had resulted in Richie dying. At the house. In the garage. Jesus Christ.

For a moment, she just stares at him where he sits on the floor against the wall, quieter than she's ever seen him, even when he can't talk. Normally he's so animated even without speaking, but now he's just sitting, listless.

Max cautiously moves over to him and slowly sits down beside him.]

Hey.