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lastvoyages2020-04-21 10:53 am
gofuckmyself) wrote in lastvoyages2020-04-21 10:53 am
chapter one: video & spam
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[A few days after his arrival on board, Richie - showered, disinfected, and more or less rested, but still wearing glasses with a spiderweb crack in the left lens - turns on his comm and introduces himself to the Barge properly. He's sitting on the couch in his apartment, and while his first instinct is to do some bit, or roll out a Voice, he's also just... so fucking burnt out, so he settles for an awkward wave and immediately wishes he didn't.]
Hey, uh, I'm Richie Tozier, another new warden for the Love Boat.
Back home, I'm a comedian, [And he is high key hoping no one on board knows him, given what else he's about to say.] But my resume also includes fighting the shapeshifting monster that lived in the sewers under my shitty hometown when I was a tween, getting fucking mindwiped after I moved, and then coming back to kill it for good right before I turned up here, so there's that.
[It's weird, to talk about it so frankly, not just because he just remembered It even existed like... a week ago. But it seems worth mentioning, like offering a baseline for what passes for weird where he's from.]
Anyway, thanks again to the guys who helped me out when I first got here. Sorry for stinking the place up.
[He wants to ask about if the Admiral actually follows through on shit, if anyone has proof, but he's also not sure he can really have that conversation right now. Besides, what other choice does he have? It's not like there's anything waiting for him back home, so.]
Is there like, a Lenscrafters hidden somewhere on the ship, or am I SOL until the guy upstairs decides to swing by some version of Earth?
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[Richie had crashed pretty hard for the first few days, but eventually vague curiosity - and the reality that the longer he let himself wallow, the less likely it was he'd actually get what he came here to do done - gets him out and about to explore the ship. He's not unfriendly when he's approached by any means, but he definitely seems kind of off, whether it's because he's broadcasting that he's still kind of in shock or just visibly extremely depressed.
He usually finds somewhere quiet to sit in the dining hall, desperately missing his phone as something to fidget with and distract himself as he eats, and he spends a couple hours one day testing what the Enclosure can do. Catch him exploring Acadia National Park, a creepily abandoned Disneyland, which he quickly nopes the fuck out of, and the forest moon of Endor, because maybe he's fantasized about visiting the real thing, sue him. He swings by the infirmary too, looking for something to stave off the lingering headache from the deadlights, and can be found in the laundry room in the small hours of the morning washing out a sleep shirt that became the latest victim of a nosebleed.
In the library, you might stumble across him paging through a real brick of a book, frowning at it as he gets further into the climax.]
Are you fucking kidding me, Bill?
[A few days after his arrival on board, Richie - showered, disinfected, and more or less rested, but still wearing glasses with a spiderweb crack in the left lens - turns on his comm and introduces himself to the Barge properly. He's sitting on the couch in his apartment, and while his first instinct is to do some bit, or roll out a Voice, he's also just... so fucking burnt out, so he settles for an awkward wave and immediately wishes he didn't.]
Hey, uh, I'm Richie Tozier, another new warden for the Love Boat.
Back home, I'm a comedian, [And he is high key hoping no one on board knows him, given what else he's about to say.] But my resume also includes fighting the shapeshifting monster that lived in the sewers under my shitty hometown when I was a tween, getting fucking mindwiped after I moved, and then coming back to kill it for good right before I turned up here, so there's that.
[It's weird, to talk about it so frankly, not just because he just remembered It even existed like... a week ago. But it seems worth mentioning, like offering a baseline for what passes for weird where he's from.]
Anyway, thanks again to the guys who helped me out when I first got here. Sorry for stinking the place up.
[He wants to ask about if the Admiral actually follows through on shit, if anyone has proof, but he's also not sure he can really have that conversation right now. Besides, what other choice does he have? It's not like there's anything waiting for him back home, so.]
Is there like, a Lenscrafters hidden somewhere on the ship, or am I SOL until the guy upstairs decides to swing by some version of Earth?
[Spam]
[Richie had crashed pretty hard for the first few days, but eventually vague curiosity - and the reality that the longer he let himself wallow, the less likely it was he'd actually get what he came here to do done - gets him out and about to explore the ship. He's not unfriendly when he's approached by any means, but he definitely seems kind of off, whether it's because he's broadcasting that he's still kind of in shock or just visibly extremely depressed.
He usually finds somewhere quiet to sit in the dining hall, desperately missing his phone as something to fidget with and distract himself as he eats, and he spends a couple hours one day testing what the Enclosure can do. Catch him exploring Acadia National Park, a creepily abandoned Disneyland, which he quickly nopes the fuck out of, and the forest moon of Endor, because maybe he's fantasized about visiting the real thing, sue him. He swings by the infirmary too, looking for something to stave off the lingering headache from the deadlights, and can be found in the laundry room in the small hours of the morning washing out a sleep shirt that became the latest victim of a nosebleed.
In the library, you might stumble across him paging through a real brick of a book, frowning at it as he gets further into the climax.]
Are you fucking kidding me, Bill?
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[That's obviously the most important thing to address here.]
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[So he can never, ever go there.]
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[That's sort of a new one. Sort of]
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You can ask one of the magicians to fix it, or request a new pair from the Admiral. He's pretty quick to grant small favors.
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Or if you're the proud, no-Admiral type, Quentin's in maintenance and I can't imagine he doesn't have some kind of glass-fixing something-or-other that could be repurposed.
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I recommend contacting Quentin Coldwater about repairs.
And I've been meaning to figure out how to make spares. I do have a glassworking shop here. I can experiment with my own specifications, then be in touch once I've got the knack for it, if you'd like?
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[He is, admittedly, taking a guess at what 'Lenscrafters' is. But it's not like it's an unreasonable guess either, given the name.]
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[Or asking the Admiral, or digging through his apartment looking for his spares, but he likes these frames, damn it.]
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Endor, have an armored clone
When he steps through the door into the soft, cool green of a forest he looks around in satisfaction. Maybe he'll do some climbing, not just running... though he supposes he should make sure he's not unwelcome first.
"Hello?" he calls, stepping a little farther into the trees and looking around for whoever's running the program.
his childhood dream come true
Instead of just yelling hello back, he puts on a Voice that sounds uncannily like a generic TV advertisement for Scenic Michigan.
"Welcome to the exotic forest moon of Endor, Star Tours passengers! Come spend an afternoon exploring the creepily empty - but always charming - Ewok villages, and looking around every tree stump for Stormtroopers looking to blow your head off."
He steps around one massive redwood, spots Fives, and does an actual double take.
"Woah, not that far off."
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"I hope that water's cold, darling. Hot water just cooks it in, as much as it flushes it out."
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He glances up at them, brow furrowed in surprise as he takes in the green skin, pointy ears, and tail.
"Who are you supposed to be?"
It's asked curiously rather than antagonistically, but he still sounds tired.
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Spam forever - Library
He glanced over to someone else who seemed to be grumbling at a larger book which they were leafing through. It seemed rude not to ask. ]
Hello.
[ He cranes his head in order to meet their gaze. ]
Is something wrong?
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Yeah, [He says, holding the book up for the new guy to see. The cover's got THE GLOWING and BILL DENBROUGH written in big block letters, and features three balls of glowing orange light, arranged in a triangle.] Just finding out one of my long lost childhood friends apparently based the annoying sidekick who gets eaten by the monster halfway through the book on me. Everyone fucking cheered when he got killed in the movie version.
[Which is maybe more because the movie adaptation was boring and weird, and watching Henry getting ripped to shreds at least woke the audience up.]
Pretty sure the werewolf in one of his other crap books is supposed to be me too.
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Fitz Kreiner.
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ugh forgive the typo above, quarantine is frying my brain
no problem, it's frying us all
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Yeah, kind of getting the picture that this is just gonna be more of the same.
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