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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[keepsthemsafe]

Foosball?

[alwayshasaplan]

Yo Richie. Someone's looking after the damn boiler so we should get some heat soon. And there's gotta be a fucking game room around here somewhere. Let me know where you are and we'll go find it together.

Where's the angel? He doing his job?

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[surrenders]

[Something's off here, she feels it, and really hopes the Admiral tossed him off with his medication.

This is the Admiral we're talking, so she can probably keep hoping.]

You just bored?

backdated to early flood time (when cas is not crazy)

[trenchcoatedly]

I have the key to our room. You can stay in whatever bunk you wish, as I don't require sleep.

Are you all right?