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This place is fucking awesome. Why couldn't we go here before? I mean, there's just...they've got everything. And I mean everything. This almost makes up for all that other shit.

[Seriously. He is digging this place entirely too much; BRING ON THE EVERYTHING, he's like a dog in a candle store right now.]

Hey, Drac. We still on for...? You know. I'm sure they got all kinds of places here. Good places, too.

[PRIVATE to Seth]

So what's the plan here?

I hate this.

Just fucking stop, okay? Last time was fucking fine; I mean...it was a trip and a half but it was just a bunch of weird assholes. A genie without a lamp and a pink horse; that's...that's cartoons. That's fine. Just make up your fucking mind already, okay?

~~Did anybody else talk to him?~~

There were some other cool people this time around though.

[...girls. He liked them, at least.]

[PRIVATE to Castiel]

I want a TV. I'll do an extra shift in the greenhouse or whatever, I just need one. It doesn't need a bunch of extra channels, basic cable's fine.

[PRIVATE to Lua]

Did you see him?

[A few days after the conclusion of Better Living Through Chemistry.

The Richie that greets the Barge at large today is noticeably more subdued than usual. He blinks at the camera once, then twice, eyes tracking across the screen, across the room, distracted by...something, or so it seems; more accurately it's the lack of somethings, as if he's actually trying to physically find them, but that's neither here nor there.]

So...I guess there could've been worse things. At least the other me was kinda cool? Knew how to party. And shit.

Better than that dream shit, anyway. That was just fucking...weird.

[PRIVATE to Dracula]

...You didn't have to do that.

[PRIVATE to Claire]

[A couple false starts, but he kills the feed before actually sending anything; he can't get the words together so they actually mean anything.]

[SPAM]

[He's not supposed to be ashore. His captain was very adamant about that, very descriptive about the horrors that would await him upon his return if he put a single foot on dry land, most of them involving hot pokers and bilge water, but really, how can he be expected to stay on the ship? He's always told to stay on the ship. Everyone else is let off, to mingle with the local color, spend the nights in the tavern with all manner of willing wenches, flowing taps, and glittering coin, while he's expected to stay in his cabin, under the pretense that "someone needs to watch her".

It's unfair. That whole...mess the last place they put anchor was taken entirely out of context, it's completely unreasonable for him to be confined to quarters just because of a misunderstanding.

...Needless to say, Richie didn't listen, and now the pirate who couldn't seem to ever get any further up in the hierarchy than cabin boy is wandering around Barcaza unattended.

Oh dear.]

[A day or so after he's let out of his room]

[private post to Wanda that really isn't private at all because Richie fails often]

Hey, uh. You know that thing we did? Before? Is there a chance we could maybe do that again sometime?

Hurts like a fucking son of a bitch, thanks for asking

I been to some fucked up places in my time, but that place is fucked up.

Entries tagged with hands belong inside the vehicle

[037] come out of the garden baby, you'll catch your death in the fog

[035] I turned to look but it was gone I cannot put my finger on it now

[033] with your feet in the air and your head on the ground

[025] skull and bones and a serpent's head are dancing with the madmen

[022] have you ever tried? There must be 5000 ways to die

[005] simple as this: I'm in love with the risk; I know what I've done but tell me what did I miss?

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