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[Hey Barge, you're currently being treated to a close-up of a hand.  Not a very helpful shot, is it.

No problem, it clears up a few minutes later, to be replaced with 15-year-old Richie, staring at the screen like it's the most fascinating thing he's ever seen.  He's even got that same vacantly engrossed expression just about every girl he's come across in his older version has been fortunate enough to be treated to.

...In his defense though, it probably is; as far as he knows he went to bed at the Home and woke up...somewhere else.  With tech that's a lot more sophisticated than what he's used to.]


Silly putty?  Are you fucking kidding me?!  That shit stopped being cool when I was like...ten.

...And what's with this sweater.  It's like...two sizes too big.  And covered in penguins.

Although I guess this thing's okay.  What is this, like a phone or a computer or something?  It's tiny.

[He looks around the room, as if seeing it for the first time, and he smiles hesitantly, the smile of a kid long-used to being the butt of other people's practical jokes but still happy he's at least included, but it's clear he doesn't really find it that amusing.]

...Okay, guys; cheap motel room, I get it, ha-ha, very funny, you can come out now.  It's like twenty four hours too late to be relevant anyway.

[Nobody comes out of the door, nobody even turns the handle.  A minute or so passes, and then he turns his head, like he heard something, but it's either too quiet to be registered by the mic or he's jumping at shadows because there's nothing audible.  He waits another minute or so, and now he sounds less certain, a little quieter than his earlier bravado.]

...Seth?  You there? 

Date: 2011-12-27 12:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wardennolonger.livejournal.com
I doubt very much that your friends are about, but try not to worry. And what on earth is... silly putty?

Date: 2011-12-27 02:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
They're not my friends.

[With that kind of defensive undertone; SOMEONE evidently doesn't really want to be lumped in with them.]

And I'm not worried; it's just some kind of practical joke, it's...not serious.

Don't you know what silly putty is? It's...silly putty. This crappy plastic goo that you can stick on newspapers and shit and copy whatever you stick it to. And it pops when you squeeze it.

[There's a pause, and he looks distastefully at the sweater again.]

...There's no fucking way in hell I'm wearing that.

[He'd have better control over what comes out of his mouth, but Seth's not around to curb the swearing, so...you get what you get.]
Edited Date: 2011-12-27 02:37 am (UTC)

Date: 2011-12-27 10:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wardennolonger.livejournal.com
You're very much best. Best not to worry, I'm sure things will be back to normal soon

[Anders pinches the bridge of his nose; he feels like he'll be having to say this to influenced barge-mates for a long, long time]

Hm... [Before Anders can think too much on the trouble one could manage with this 'silly putty', he glances the sweater in the camera's feed]

That is truly horrifying. You'd be doing the world a great service if you destroyed it with no mercy.

Date: 2011-12-28 03:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
If I could find something to burn it with I would, but there's not even a match in here.

Date: 2011-12-29 05:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wardennolonger.livejournal.com
[He probably shouldn't be doing this... but what the hell]

I suppose I could be convinced to lend you a hand; consider it a service to humanity

Date: 2011-12-29 01:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
[And that seems to perk him up a bit, judging by the way he straightens in his seat and smiles a bit.]

Yeah? You serious?

.

Date: 2011-12-27 03:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dovehearted.livejournal.com
[ oh god dammit not again. Though at least this time he's still Richie, and he isn't a little kid she has to take care of too much, not like Isaac.

but hey Richie even if you aren't looking into the camera it's a high-pitched female voice, definitely an adult Seth's new girlfriend? rather than another kid talking back. She's looking back at him like she knows what's up, and, well, she does.
] Seth should be around.

.

Date: 2011-12-27 04:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
Oh. Um. Hi.

[Suddenly all the bluster and self-assurance is gone; it's a Girl. He smiles hesitantly, all self-conscious, and it's probably fairly easily recognizable as his older self's "I'm not up to anything" smile, only more legitimately sincere.]

You know my brother?

[She sounds like she knows what's going on, but he's never seen her before that he can remember; he's not quite sure what to do here.]

Date: 2011-12-27 04:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dovehearted.livejournal.com
Yeah.

[ Better to pretend she doesn't know him, or too many questions; and now that he really is a kid instead of just acting like one, she knows he won't get it. ] Richie, right?

Date: 2011-12-27 05:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
[Nod nod]

Yeah.

...You in his classes or something? 'Cause I haven't seen you around... [There's supposed to be more after that, it was supposed to end in "the Home", but he trails off into nothing instead, deciding it's probably not the best way to end it. He's starting to get edgy and nervous by himself, dependence on his brother already firmly ingrained by now, and he starts to fidget, smoothing his palm over bangs that really don't need to be fixed.]

Date: 2011-12-28 04:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dovehearted.livejournal.com
[ She shakes her head. She dropped out when she was probably younger than he is now, and this is weird watching someone who's... fifteen? sixteen? still acting like a little boy. Or what she sees as one, at least. There's something about being responsible for yourself that makes you too old, but it's five years too early for her to see that.

But she knows you don't treat kids like they're kids, so she's the same with Richie as she's always been.
] Just seen him around here. You guys are on break.

Date: 2011-12-28 05:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
Well yeah, it's Christmas. I know that.

[It's a touch defensive, more so than it really needs to be, but then again that's pretty much his default setting at this point.]

...Where's "here"? I don't remember this place.

[Which pretty obviously makes him more than a little uneasy; it's too early for him to have actually gotten complacent about the discrepancies between fact and perception.]

Date: 2011-12-28 05:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dovehearted.livejournal.com
...ever go on a cruise, Richie? Pretty much what this is.

[ And she sees how nervous he's starting to get; there's really one thing for it. ] Try and call Seth on here, if you want. Put his name in, it'll get you him.

Date: 2011-12-28 01:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
"Pretty much". But that's not is, that's like saying peanut brittle's practically peanut butter, or a tomato's basically tomato sauce. But it's not the same thing, not even the same fucking ballpark.

...You're sure?

Date: 2011-12-31 01:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dovehearted.livejournal.com
I'm sure. Talked to him a couple times before.

[ Well, once. ]

Date: 2011-12-31 02:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
[A pause for consideration, and he watches her warily, as if he's not sure if he should actually believe her or not.]

What's your name?

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Richie Gecko

It's a Dark Night

hot air hangs like a dead man
from a white oak tree
people sitting on porches
thinking how things used to be
dark night
dark night

the neighborhood was changing
strangers moving in
a new boy fell for a local girl
when she made eyes at him

she was young and pretty
no stranger to other men
but doors were being locked at night
old lines were drawn again

I thought things like that
didn't matter anymore
I thought all the blood
had been shed long ago

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