Entry tags:
- [verse]: if the barge is a-rockin',
- a calm gecko is cause for concern,
- a case of the sanes,
- caught in the landslide,
- hands belong inside the vehicle,
- is that an apology in your pocket?,
- my alternate selves are all weirdos,
- my ineffable warden,
- one pill makes you larger,
- save the cheerleader?,
- sound of silence,
- what is this bullshit
[033] with your feet in the air and your head on the ground
[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.]
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.]