[015] it keeps dragging me down, it's getting kind of lame

[notafuckingnut]

[The camera shows the ceiling of his room and all its varied cracks, and...that's it.  Off-camera you can hear Richie shouting at...something and the occasional crash of one thing or another toppling from its usual spot.  The camera view shakes once, then stills again.

Fortunately he doesn't actually have that many belongings to break.]

Stay. Still.  You fucking COCKROACH.

[Another crash as something shatters into pieces.]


a/n: Someone's room has been invaded by faeries.  Well.  One, anyway.  His door's open, so feel free to stop by if you hear the ruckus!

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[notafuckingnut.livejournal.com]

[More confusion; what does that have to do with anything? He tries to protest again, but...again, there aren't any words. He heaves a sigh then holds up a finger.

Typed words show up moments later.]

I don't have a bathroom, I have a toilet.

And why can't I see you? Did the fuckers make you invisible?

[dovehearted.livejournal.com]

[ you can't see her nod, so she thinks to say "yes" a moment later ]

I know, but... anything that looks like these guys might want to eat or drink?

[notafuckingnut.livejournal.com]

I don't know, I've been paying more attention to getting them out or dead than what they'd want to order at a restaurant.

[A few minutes later, after he's had some time to investigate.]

I've got listerine and a plate of some crap that I think is probably half mold. I could always try to give them salmonella.

[dovehearted.livejournal.com]

[ patience, patience, he can't help himself ] Try getting it out. They'll pass out.

[notafuckingnut.livejournal.com]

Okay?

What, just pass out pass out or eat it and then pass out?

[dovehearted.livejournal.com]

... second one.

[notafuckingnut.livejournal.com]

Well that's a letdown.

[But he does as suggested anyway, because it's worth a shot.]

[dovehearted.livejournal.com]

[ did they get trashed on mouthwash alcohol? ]

[notafuckingnut.livejournal.com]

[SO TRASHED. Richie would be sniggering over the feed if he had functional vocal cords.]

That's almost better than cable.

[dovehearted.livejournal.com]

[ An invisible giggle lets loose before she can stop herself. ] Then you tie them up. 's what someone else told me.

[notafuckingnut.livejournal.com]

Why not just take care of it completely? They're easy enough to catch right now.

[dovehearted.livejournal.com]

Kill one and you just get two more.

[notafuckingnut.livejournal.com]

They have to run out of them sometime.

[dovehearted.livejournal.com]

[ a sigh ] ...gotta wonder.

[notafuckingnut.livejournal.com]

And maybe it won't count if they're too drunk to know any better. Maybe the fairy factory or what the fuck ever won't get the memo.

[dovehearted.livejournal.com]

[ Richie just wants an excuse to kill something, doesn't he. She starts to come into view again, and shakes her head with a discouraging wrinkle in her nose. ] ... if you tie it up, it'll be funny when it sobers up.

[notafuckingnut.livejournal.com]

They took my voice. I feel like the Little fucking Mermaid over here, only I don't get to marry a princess to get it back. I'm just assuming. So I'm not really feeling like "funny" is really enough here.

...Hey, you're back. Kind of.

[dovehearted.livejournal.com]

[ this is another awkward metaphor based on a story she doesn't know, isn't it. Her eyes flick down at her hands and she relaxes a little. ] It comes and goes. Be worse for them if they're trapped, though, instead of dead.

[notafuckingnut.livejournal.com]

[A good minute pause; dead fairies would definitely make HIM feel a little better about things. But if she has other ideas...it might be worth listening to her.]

You think so?

[dovehearted.livejournal.com]

[ She nods, with that tight little smile that he should know by now as "I know you don't want to but trust me". ] They won't know what hit them.

[notafuckingnut.livejournal.com]

[Some more deliberation, and then a heaved sigh; so much for his revenge.]

...I wish I had floss. It would go with the theme.