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

[A/N: Backdated to the day after the Quirks Flood ended.]


( Something's up with Jack, don't know if we're ever going to get him back... )

[PUBLIC - audio]

[It's an accident, the first time he flips the feed on, a coincidence of fingers and a need for something tangible, and while there's no image to accompany it, the voice is recognizable, although...uneasy, bordering on anxious.]

Just...stop.

[The feed cuts out as suddenly as it started.]


[PRIVATE to Castiel - audio]

Stop looking. I'm not doing anything.


[PRIVATE to Lua - audio]

You holding at all? I need...something.


...Stop the planet of the apes, I wanna get off.

[Unintentional VIDEO post, with intentional SPAM for Graham]

-- I'm fucking fine, okay? You're hovering.

[All the whining.  It might be the concussion talking, but it's probably just Richie being Richie.

He's talking to someone off-screen.  It's Richie's room, to those familiar with the location, and Richie himself, currently seated on the worn single, looks a little worse for wear; split lip for one, without his glasses for another, but he also seems groggy, and he appears to be making an active attempt not to move more than he has to.]


[A/N: Takes place a few hours after the conclusion of this. Richie has been located and returned to his room but is still accompanied by his warden unless otherwise specified, so assume interruptions are a possibility.]

We crash into things, we stop at fucking weird places, and now the damn boat floods?  What's next, we get hit by pirates?

...Actually that would be kinda cool.  Maybe then I would get to kill people without everybody hassling me about it all the time.  Or join them; I like their philosophy.  Their eye patches?  Not so much.  They creep me out.

Although they are kinda cool underneath; did you know eyeballs don't squish as much as you'd think?


[Cheerful, AFFECTED Richie is both cheerful and affected!  Warning: he also shares ENTIRELY too much and is likely to run his mouth until you tell him you really would like him to stop talking.  And even then he might try to continue anyway.

Belated, and I really should have put this up sooner:

Trigger Warnings: contained below is casual discussion of rape, torture, animal abuse, accidental murder, and confusion between kink and domestic violence, as well as TERRIBLE anti-rape advice.]

What the fuck just happened. Somebody tell me that kind of shit's normal around here, because if it's not I'm gonna have to ask what the hell kind of protocol you have for a crash in fucking SPACE.


[ooc: Richie is unaffected. Mirror!Richie is a bundle of insecurities and repentant puppy!eyes and anal-retentively clutched self-control - he's convinced if he tries this whole behaving and being Good thing hard enough for long enough his brother will come get him - sooo consequently it will quickly become fairly obvious to anyone who's spent any amount of time with him thus far in the Mirror!Verse that yeeeeah he's SUDDENLY GOTTEN "BETTER". Or at least gotten a hell of a lot closer to it.  *gasp*]