[013] Please tell me why

[notafuckingnut]

[The last thing Richie remembers is being in Lua's room.  And mostly boredom broken up by periodic forced trips to the kitchen because she didn't trust him left alone; she never said it, but he figured it out on his own anyway.  A lecture (or what generally passed for one from Lua, anyway) after he ransacked the room once while looking for something to occupy his attention for more than five minutes tended to get the message across fairly well.

He expects to be in that same room when he wakes up, but in a complete break from predictability and reason, he's not.

He's in the infirmary instead.

The Barge is soon treated to a Richie who's still half-asleep, and looks it.  He runs a hand absently through his hair, mussing it further in the process before smoothing it down reflexively (for all the good it actually does), then rubs at his eyes to clear the crust before glancing around.]

Lua?  Where'd you...?

[He looks completely baffled by his surroundings, and after a moment or so longer of trying to solve the puzzle he turns his attention to the screen, blinking at it blearily.]

What. the. fuck.  How'd I get here?  If this is another fucked up Barge thing...  Or...

[An idea suddenly dawns on him, and instead of just lazily addressing the Barge in general for more directionless ranting he seems to wake up a bit more, glaring irritatedly at the screen.]

You.  Fucking punk.  Whatever the hell your name is.  Your ass is dead.


[A/N: Have a post-Barge!coma Richie, public.  Who seems to think Jesse is as good a person to blame for the situation as anyone else, completely absent any ACTUAL information.  Also open spam for those either in the infirmary or anyone who wants to drop by.]

Comments

[sixthanimorph.livejournal.com]

Who the hell are you talking to?

[notafuckingnut.livejournal.com]

What's his...that little asshole punk. The one who thinks he's so fucking tough.

...Jesse. I think. Why?

[sixthanimorph.livejournal.com]

... Oh.

I thought you might've meant someone else.

Wait. Jesse. He's... he's that guy in yellow, right?

[notafuckingnut.livejournal.com]

Like who?

Maybe, it's not like he's stuck in it. I don't remember anyway.

[sixthanimorph.livejournal.com]

That's for me to know.

You want to kill a dude you barely even remember?

[notafuckingnut.livejournal.com]

...Whatever.

No, I remember the guy. I remember him fine, he said some shit he wasn't supposed to so I beat the shit out of him once already. [...More or less. If by "beat the shit out of" you mean "got in a scuffle with and was knocked out by," but Richie's never been exactly 100% truthful.] I meant I don't remember if he was wearing yellow or not.

[sixthanimorph.livejournal.com]

[He laughs.] You beat the shit out of him? Remind me not to piss you off. Who are you, anyway?

[If there are dudes going around the Barge beating people up for shooting their mouths off, he kind of wants to know. Seeing as how that is one of his favorite hobbies. :o]

[notafuckingnut.livejournal.com]

Like I said. He said shit he shouldn't have, he had it coming. He's just lucky he got a good shot in or else he would've been even worse off.

I'm Richie. Who're you?

[sixthanimorph.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I'll bet.

The name's David.

[notafuckingnut.livejournal.com]

Well it's nice to meet you, David. You seem like you've got less of a stick up your ass than a lot of people here. [Only slightly disingenuous; he can play nice when it's useful.]

[sixthanimorph.livejournal.com]

... Nice to meet you too, man. [He's just slightly puzzled by the sudden change in this guy's tone, but whatever. No sense making unneeded enemies.] I like to think so, anyway. You an inmate too?

[notafuckingnut.livejournal.com]

So far, yeah. Which is bullshit, but try telling them that, they just start lecturing.

[sixthanimorph.livejournal.com]

I've been here since March. Believe me, I know all about their lectures. Who's your warden?

[notafuckingnut.livejournal.com]

Will Graham. He's...alright, I guess. He pretty much just likes to talk.

[sixthanimorph.livejournal.com]

Will Graham?

[Clearly he's familiar with the name.]

[notafuckingnut.livejournal.com]

It's what I said, isn't it? Why?

[sixthanimorph.livejournal.com]

I know him. He fucked me over once.

[notafuckingnut.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah? [OH is he listening now.] How?

[Private]

[sixthanimorph.livejournal.com]

I kidnapped my warden and was impersonating him. Graham was the one who figured out the switch first.

[Private]

[notafuckingnut.livejournal.com]

You...? [Puzzled face for about 30 seconds, then it clicks.]

OH. You're like that other chick who did the same thing. Kinda.

Confused the fuck outta me afterwards. But yeah, he's kinda a pain in the ass.

Re: [Private]

[sixthanimorph.livejournal.com]

'Other chick?'

[His whole demeanor changes - instantly. He sits up, staring into the screen, scowling.]

How do you know her?

[Private]

[notafuckingnut.livejournal.com]

...I just fuckin' told you, she impersonated my warden. I didn't know it was a chick until he told me afterwards, I don't really know her or anything.

[Private]

[sixthanimorph.livejournal.com]

... Oh. I thought you'd worked with her or something.

[Private]

[notafuckingnut.livejournal.com]

Nah. Just talked to her once. Sort of. Why, you know her?

[Private]

[sixthanimorph.livejournal.com]

... yeah, I know her. We come from the same world.