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

[...backdated to before Castiel's announcement.]

[SPAM for Seth]

[He doesn't even know what to do with this information exactly. Graduation. He'd never really expected it, not after everything he'd seen and everything that had happened, but there it was. Whatever the Admiral did was done, HE was done. He didn't really feel any different, but then he figured you probably wouldn't.

Before he left though, he had to make a few stops. Check in with Seth, tell him what happened. Make sure they were good, figure out where he wanted to go with it.

So there's a nervous Gecko brother knocking on Seth's door now, shifting from foot to foot.]


[PRIVATE to Lua]

There's a very sheepish looking Richie on his side of the feed today. He doesn't look embarrassed exactly, but he certainly looks out of sorts. He chews on his lip for a moment or three, and then decides to go for at least SOMETHING.]

So, um. I guess I'm done...?


[PRIVATE to Jesse]

[Take the levels of uncomfortable from before and multiply them by three and you'll get exactly how much he DOESN'T want to make this call. But the whole point of this is that he knows he SHOULD. So he should. So he will.]

Hey. Uh. So I just wanted to let you know that. Um. I'm sorry.

[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?

[PUBLIC - video]

I got an idea. A brilliant fucking idea.

How about we just...don't get off when the ship stops. I mean...it's pretty much always some shithole, an' even when it isn't you can't stick around. So what's the point in gettin' off at all? Just tie yourself down if you gotta, or stay off the damn deck period, and fuck it.

Then at least we wouldn't have everybody so fuckin' pissed about it all the time.


[PRIVATE to Lua]

How long I gotta stay on this shit again?


[PRIVATE to Seth]

Can we do something? Like...I don't even care what. But I'm going fucking stir crazy over here. And you owe me.

[PUBLIC - video]

So I don't know what the hell's going on, other than that the Admiral fucked up again, but I feel fucking awesome.

So whatever this is this time? Bring it on.



[PRIVATE to Seth]

What'd you get?

[He saw Hoffman's got your tattoo. What the hell?]


[A/N: Richie is Affected! He and Castiel swapped that whole...self-preservation thing (or at least regard for their own bodies), so consequently Richie currently has ABSOLUTELY NO inclination towards his own well-being. No sense of pain, no hunger or concept of his own mortality. As a result, he's pretty much going to be accidentally-on-purpose looking to get into trouble to see how far he can push it.]

...I'm not gonna ask for porn this time. Too much weird shit happened last time.

If that crazy-ass pony's back, though, I promise it's glue. You're funny enough but nobody gets to talk to me like that and get away with it.

[He's not asking for Seth he's not he's NOT. Seth isn't here, he won't be, he can't be.]

So. Hi everybody, I guess? I'd say welcome, but you don't want to be here. Trust me.

[Well this guy here doesn't look at all like Richie; he's cool, calm, and collected, for one, practically jovial. A guy who's completely in control of whatever situation he finds himself in. Even this one. He grins, easy and charming, like a fox in the henhouse; say hello to the more together of the Gecko brothers, Barge.]

Well I have to hand it to you folks, you're handling this whole "prison in space" thing pretty well considering it's pretty much a glorified fucking death trap. But far be it for me to judge your life choices, right? Those of you who made the choice, anyway; that's your business, and quite frankly I don't care.

But hey, I'm here now, so I might as well make the best of it, right?

So let's start off with the easy stuff. My name's Seth, and I'm not part of your regular crew; looks like I'm here for my brother Richie, for whatever that's worth.

[Which, let's be real here, probably isn't worth much.

He hesitates, purses his lips like he's considering adding something else, but doesn't in the end, just shrugs, laces his fingers behind his head, and waits.]

...Also, if somebody could point me in the direction of the drinking establishment here I'd be in your debt.


[A/N: Richie is, obviously, affected, and has been replaced for the duration with his brother Seth. I'm pulling Seth from somewhere during the ride to Mexico, so consequently he's not really aware of Richie's death aside from what he could glean from the Network. It's safe to assume he's mostly caught up on what he's been up to before he posted though.]

[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!