044 some places are like people; some shine, and some don't

[notafuckingnut]

[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?

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[alwayshasaplan]

[He smirks briefly and opens his leather jacket to reveal his old .44 in a shoulder holster.] Not good against everything, but it's a fucking start.

[He starts walking with Richie.] Where have you looked so far?

[notafuckingnut]

[Richie's eyes widen; ooh. Well that's definitely a plus.]

Where the fuck'd you get that?

[A shrug.]

Main room downstairs, kinda got lost after that.

[alwayshasaplan]

[He sights down the hall with it briefly, then tucks it away.] Parting gift from Hoffman. I have to negotiate for bullets, but fine, whatever.

[He looks around.]

Let's go from the top down. We're mostly there already.