richie

[rippled]

clowntown

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weekend 0, saturday

[rippled]

[ hi. they can be at the clothing store.

saber is looking through the racks... hmm... ]

There a lot of different styles...

[gutterbound]

There's a lot of different folks. [Said glibly, flipping through an adjacent rack.] And they need their different strokes. Can't say I could pull off half the shit everyone else walked out in. I'd get arrested. So would they, if we had any cops on the scene.

[ACAB. Also he hasn't picked out exactly what he wants yet, but you bet your ass he immediately shucked the toga for a pair of pants and a fucking shirt. Enough with the Ancient Roman homage.]

You looking for something in particular?

[rippled]

Something similar to what I normally wear, I suppose...

[ they frown, pulling out hot pants. they squint at it in confusion before putting it back. not today, satan. ]

What was even with the outfits we were wearing? Was there some sort of theme?

week 0, monday

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[ hello richie we are at the arcade today

saber is sitting on a pinball machine, staring intently at the other ones. they are studying. they are learning. not a thought is going through this head. ]

[gutterbound]

[We love the arcade

Though this is kind of after his generation. The ambience is dogshit.]

Legend has it the best way to learn is to play.

W0 SECOND FRIDAY

[gutterbound]

[We are at the bar. Everyone is at the bar. It is so packed here.

Richie slips a shot over Saber's way, cupping his own in a weary hand.]

Imagine that. Anything is possible, even when it makes not one lick of sense.

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[ they have never had a shot before... they come from when everyone just drink sake... but they take it. ]

What happens when you die after death? It doesn't seem like it would be good to one's being.

week 1, monday

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[ they can be at the library idc

saber is




climbing a shelf ]

[gutterbound]

[





gives him a boost]

You finding what you're needing up there?

week 1, friday

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[ hi richie.

saber is at the first floor of the mansion, sitting down on one of the chairs. they seem to be lost in thought...



before they just sigh loudly. ]

[gutterbound]

[Richie has been placed here for his medicinal enrichment. He's getting testy being holed up in his room and is too antsy about the news to stew alone forever. Also his one remaining hand has some cute polish on it.]

Ain't that just the mood.

week 2, tuesday

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[ wherever richie is, this is waddling up to him. ]

[gutterbound]

[no....swans are exactly as evil as geese.

Richie slows down, gauging the anger meter. How vengeful we feeling.]

W2 THURSDAY

[gutterbound]

[OKAY HOSER GRABS YOU BY THE NECK

Swinging by wherever they're at...bringing snacks because has witnessed them and their appetite.]

Is there a Sorrowglare in here?

[rippled]

[ hi... they are sitting at the gazebo. they seem to be spacing out but will tense up when they hear richie. ]

... yes...

week 3, monday

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[ hello. they are together and opening a door and i am just going to yeet us into a memory yippee. starting at 38:50 and stopping at 47:02.

saber just blinks. ]

Whoa... the house really was so rundown...

[gutterbound]

[the way Richie spends the whole memory doing the double take meme. He's so surrounded by anime.]

I'll say. You'd get better cover in the woods than with that roof.

[He regards them from a sidelong glance. Perplexed to be sure, but now damn curious himself.]

...So we've got a living legend in our midst. Or an un-living one, as we are.

week 5, monday

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[ they can run into each other in the comic con car.

... saber just looks through a stall awkwardly... ]

[gutterbound]

[ah

Puts his hand in his pocket and looks at the stall beside this one.]

...Heyo.

W5 THURSDAY

[gutterbound]

[your HAND. Coming to see them at the hoserpital]

Christ, you're having a week.

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[ hi richie... ]

Has it only been a week?

week 7, monday

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[ they can be at the cat cafe ]

... where are they.

[gutterbound]

[Sets this before Shart and Anders solve this mystery.]

Did they clear out when things went batshit?

[Also hello welcome back from the dead]

W7 SATURDAY

[gutterbound]

[WE ARE

AT THE CAT CAFE

NOW WITH REAL CATS.

Richie has sat himself on the ground and is enduring clingy headbutts from an orange boy.]

Seems like they were starved for our affection all week.

[rippled]

[ immediately dives to the floor for pets!!!!!!! ]

This is amazing.