Richie Gecko (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
notafuckingnut) wrote2012-11-18 06:04 pm
notafuckingnut) wrote2012-11-18 06:04 pm
Entry tags:
- [port]: pictures in a box,
- fun and games until someone loses an eye,
- i got the shine,
- is there a suggestion box somewhere?,
- just need some hot chocolate,
- my ineffable warden,
- paint the town,
- redrum,
- richie is not so secretly a child,
- seth is his brother's keeper,
- the monster under the bed,
- what is this bullshit
044 some places are like people; some shine, and some don't
[PUBLIC -- video]
[Two hours into port and Richie's already starting to get a headache. He's inside at least, wandered the halls until he started to feel like somebody was watching him and then he tried to find his way back to his room but he missed the floor and ended up all turned around.
Nothing supernatural. Just on-edge.
From there it was a disappointing once-over some of the rest of the place, mostly the bigger spaces, then back up to his room. The right one this time. And now he's set up at the table in his half, slumped down and taking up most of the space with gangly limbs, staring at the screen morosely.]
Anybody know if they've got a foosball table here? I couldn't find one.
[He raises one hand to rub at his temple, frowning briefly and staring off into nothing, but comes back after a moment and adjusts his glasses before returning his attention to the public at large.]
And it's fucking freezing. Did we hafta end up in a place where it's actually snowing?
[Two hours into port and Richie's already starting to get a headache. He's inside at least, wandered the halls until he started to feel like somebody was watching him and then he tried to find his way back to his room but he missed the floor and ended up all turned around.
Nothing supernatural. Just on-edge.
From there it was a disappointing once-over some of the rest of the place, mostly the bigger spaces, then back up to his room. The right one this time. And now he's set up at the table in his half, slumped down and taking up most of the space with gangly limbs, staring at the screen morosely.]
Anybody know if they've got a foosball table here? I couldn't find one.
[He raises one hand to rub at his temple, frowning briefly and staring off into nothing, but comes back after a moment and adjusts his glasses before returning his attention to the public at large.]
And it's fucking freezing. Did we hafta end up in a place where it's actually snowing?
Re: private
I got plenty. He seems to know what's important. [She is. very armed right now.]
private
What kind of plenty? The kind that might be helpful for the Admiral usually seems to get us into?
[Because if so he wants to know if she'll share.]
private
I got Seth in my room, I'll see if we've got enough.
private
private
private