[027] looking back on the track, gonna do things my way

[notafuckingnut]

[Well this guy here doesn't look at all like Richie; he's cool, calm, and collected, for one, practically jovial. A guy who's completely in control of whatever situation he finds himself in. Even this one. He grins, easy and charming, like a fox in the henhouse; say hello to the more together of the Gecko brothers, Barge.]

Well I have to hand it to you folks, you're handling this whole "prison in space" thing pretty well considering it's pretty much a glorified fucking death trap. But far be it for me to judge your life choices, right? Those of you who made the choice, anyway; that's your business, and quite frankly I don't care.

But hey, I'm here now, so I might as well make the best of it, right?

So let's start off with the easy stuff. My name's Seth, and I'm not part of your regular crew; looks like I'm here for my brother Richie, for whatever that's worth.

[Which, let's be real here, probably isn't worth much.

He hesitates, purses his lips like he's considering adding something else, but doesn't in the end, just shrugs, laces his fingers behind his head, and waits.]

...Also, if somebody could point me in the direction of the drinking establishment here I'd be in your debt.


[A/N: Richie is, obviously, affected, and has been replaced for the duration with his brother Seth. I'm pulling Seth from somewhere during the ride to Mexico, so consequently he's not really aware of Richie's death aside from what he could glean from the Network. It's safe to assume he's mostly caught up on what he's been up to before he posted though.]

Comments

[notafuckingnut]

I don't see how it's any of your business, really.

[apartapartapart]

It's my business if she's spending all that time around him. Got to make sure she's around the right kind of guy.

[notafuckingnut]

And I don't like your implications.

You've got one of those fancy technogadgets, don't you? I'm sure you can look up everything they've been up to and decide for yourself if there's a problem.

[apartapartapart]

Doesn't tell me a damn thing about him, not what he puts out for people to see. Unless he's a real honest guy, unafraid of who he is.

[notafuckingnut]

And I don't really see how the way he behaves around your sister and the way he is the rest of the time makes much of a difference.

[Not if he's actually behaving himself around her, anyway.]

[apartapartapart]

It sounds so trivial when you say it, and I think I got why. You think it's just my sister I'm talking about. Got the wrong impression. My sister was a girl able to take care of herself, but we're talking about the boss's girl here. I don't get questions answered to both our satisfactions there'll be hell when I get back and tell Boss Ladd where people got her. So, pal. I gotta know if he's the right kind of wrong kind of guy.

[notafuckingnut]

[Ohh, Richie, what the hell have you gotten yourself into this time?]

Well I can't tell you that, 'cause I don't know what your definition looks like. So I'm figuring we could go round and round with this like some kind of fucking Benny Hill sketch, or you can just take my word for it that your boss ain't got nothing to worry about.