[ oh you can bet this dude is in the kitchen. he's in his canon outfit, chopping up vegetables to put them in a pot with something that smells diabolically spicy. his tail wags gently behind him.
his ears swivel a bit when he hears footsteps, and he glances over his shoulder. a pause. ]
[With a long day's preamble and plenty of time to sit and stew in his incredulity, Richie has had the time to eye up the strangest among their number and accept that these figments of imagination are a little less imaginary than he would have liked. More mellow than he'd feared, though some industrious fuck has taken out a testosterone tantrum on the potted plants. Given that most of the fuzzy ones look to be of a wisened age, he's going to pin that on the kids.]
Whipping up some grub? Gotta say, you'd be saving us all a hefty plumbing fee if you can manage something without eight gallons of grease. Wasn't looking forward to a fry-only diet in perpetuity.
it's fumkin noisy in here but he's doing his best! he seems to be doggedly playing one game in particular. it's a rhythm game, one of those taiko drum ones, and he seems like he's really concentrating, ears perked up and forward. is he perhaps trying to get a high score? maybe. it's not out of the question because he actually is doing pretty good, he's got near perfects on all of the notes. oh, also, he's wearing this.
in any case, he's very clearly not paying attention to anything around him so this is your chance to jumpscare the shit out of him if you'd like. ]
Anyway Richie will make his way here, quite unintentionally — at least as far as finding JQ goes. He might be spotted first by the flaring ember of his cigarette, before strolling into better light.]
...Heya, JQ.
[He pauses, several feet back. Giving good space if the guy wants it, because Richie'd bet big money he does.]
Where are they at Richie will track down our little man, with a bottle of something stiff and — if it's not too presumptuous — a bouquet of flowers. Look sometimes you're both men but also sometimes you have to watch a guy murder someone he put all his faith in after valentine's day. Loss is a loss, and the guy also needs a Get Better Soon gift. He's got two ends of the spectrum covered this way. Hopefully he'll take one or the other.]
[ is his answer! we're gonna say he's in his room in the mansion, curled up in bed with a blanket. he looks exhausted, which may not be surprising. still bruised on his face, still bandaged and bloody and wrecked. but he's sitting up at least, and he's alert. his tail curls a little closer to his body as richie makes his way in.
he's checking on your injuries, and he's being really gentle about it, honestly - he's a good doctor. he doesn't have a lot, but he's doing his best with supplies. if at any point you are awake during this process: ]
[Assigns him looking at his mauled back. The arm was the first point of order on arrival, so perhaps it's more the bites and gouges that need looking after.]
Wasn't like you were the one with your teeth in m— shit. [He stops up, hissing as a particularly tender part gets a much needed disinfecting. Even when you know it'll sting, it still stings.] General Fuckso or whatever. Hoolay.
Zipping around the corner and running a tree branch (pilfered from the dark woods) along the hedge, sending up a spray of bright green leaves, is a child! A buck-toothed, jug eared boy with horn-rimmed spectacles so thick they magnify his eyes a little. He's got a lot of general scrapes and bruises.
And will potentially get more if he collides with the person coming around the bend, as he is running at mach speed through this maze.]
there he goes, a little zippy dude. he runs right into a pink fox, who does not even come close to seeing him coming. what the fuck!! he nearly gets bowled over, and then, in that like sort of mom voice: ]
Aiya, watch your feet, child -- [ a beat. squints really hard. who the fuck. ]
[ jiaoqiu is in the kitchen today, carefully chopping vegetables. he's got his little flower bracelet! it's made of pink chrysanthemums. his ears sort of swivel and perk when he hears footsteps, and then: ]
[Richie has his flower bracelet on still too, in part because he'd have to use his teeth to get it off. But also it's sweet. We're going to say it's bluebells, no matter how impractical it is.]
I could eat.
[Want to is another thing. Richie strolls closer, settling against the counter with a lean and his arm folded across his middle.]
[ he - stumbles, first, when he's grabbed and pulled, but he doesn't resist. he's a little overwhelmed by watching the memory play out, about the way the creature looked, about - everything. including the fact that he keeps seeing people's pasts in these mirrors out of nowhere, what on earth.
but he lets richie drag him off, and as they're going: ]
I assume that wasn't a borisin that somehow snuck from my universe to yours.
Except Richie is absolutely unqualified to tend to these wounds. Maybe once Jiaoqiu comes around to consciousness later, post treatment and most certainly bandaged as hell, he will find that Richie has posted up beside him, reading a book with a pinch in his brow.]
like three people have been like WAS THIS AN IT CYOA and i laughed so bad at it. anyway, he's here! gives you a general wound overview: he has like, stab wounds everywhere. it's his shoulder, his legs, and in his stomach. they look like someone was trying to run him through with a sword with the shoulder and stomach, but the legs are more shallow, thinner. one of his arms is just absolutely useless - a gouge near the inner elbow/forearm, something that looks like it was made with some sort of sharp teeth. it's messy. there's also some sort of gouge-y bite wound on his shoulder, too.
he's got slash marks across his face, too. kind of claw like. and his left ear is ripped in half - it's missing the top half of it, so he's just got half an ear. all of this is bandaged, as much as it can be.
after a while, he wakes up, staring at the ceiling. he does not seem to notice richie is there... ? ]
[ good morning or evening whatever he's shuffling around in the kitchen trying to make himself tea. yes he's still horribly injured but whatever who cares two people he cared about are dead again ]
Let me do that, you dingbat. [Going to confiscate this kettle, thank you, jerking his chin to the nearest seat.] Doctors really do make the worst patients, don't they?
jiaoqiu is sitting at the counter, holding a beer glass and looking down at the drink. there's a sense of curiosity in the air. what the fuck does this do.
oh, also, he's way less injured today. his ear is still missing, but based on the way he's holding himself, he isn't in horrible pain. that's probably nice. ]
Richie strolls up to join him, drumming on the counter before grinning and taking a seat. Perhaps the emotionshare betrays that he is something less jolly than he acts. Understandable. You don't let a girl like Elysia go so easily.]
My god! You are about thirty-odd degrees away from making a full one-eighty there, JQ! [Surveying the healing damage with broad approval and none-too-subtle curiousity.] Little boost from somewhere, or just lots of extra TLC?
[MAN. Let's kick it in the lounge. Richie's leaned forward on a sofa with his head in his hand, but he'll scrub his face and pull out of it when he hears company coming.]
[ he is checking out the train today - he's most interested in the italy car, but he's also happy to check out the other ones except for the dogs. they jump on him and he doesn't like it.
he's just finished eating something and is taking a stroll around the colosseum, though he's very sure to not walk into it. we don't need to be fighting lions, unless you want to, but in that case it's going to be jiaoqiu running from the lions and you fighting them.
there's a hint of something green peeking out from his turtleneck, also. ]
[no italy car is nice it is such a relief after all this shit. And we will NOT BE IN THE COLISEUM. Richie will not fight a lion he'd die.
Joining him with an espresso in hand and clocking the oddity. What is this green thing what is its texture? Is it living, dead, or lifeless matter? Is it something Richie would recognize as a 1980s man? What is its general shape? If he licks it what does he find?]
anyway we can be at the Soundstage. He's got music on, I tried to find something inventive but i'm tired so fucking Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelin it is. He's smoking, red in the eyes. But numbed. Looks like he got his fits out in private.]
Christ on a bike. Is it wrong to say I had a feeling about this one?
In fact it stinks a little. One batch does, at least. It's bubbling a little bit even. One lurid bubble swells, fattening to the size of a softball before it pops, and the scent goes sour. Old blood and compost waste, ancient food scraps left in the sun.]
[the way i was like he should be mobile he can find jq but can't even use a crutch really, because he has no arm on the side his ankle broke.
They're strapped up in adjacent beds then. Richie's head turns weakly to the side, wincing through the bandages holding his face together. He stares at Jaioqiu a moment, silent. What does he see?]
[ HELP i do think jiaoqiu can walk, even if he shouldn't.
anyway now, he's bandaged, but most noticeably he's covered in pretty severe electrical burns, there are bits of his skin that are like... split, along his arms. there's a stab wound that got bandaged. and also his eye is fucked up. it's severely damaged, if not gone entirely.
he's also crying out of his one eye that still works but it's not sobbing, it's just like very silent, stoic, tears dripping down the side of his face type crying, the kind you won't notice if you weren't looking. don't look, also, it's embarrassing.
he's just curled up, staring at the ground, but his thoughts are a melty, soupy, get up. get up, you useless loser. get up. from a voice that doesn't sound like quite his own. ]
where are we. hello. jiaoqiu is in the kitchen, making food... it keeps his brain busy. but he does seem to have some measure of vision back, even if his eyeball is missing still, as he looks up and offers richie a small, tired smile. ]
Richie doesn't have the answer to such lofty questions, but he does have a smile in kind for the man as he slips into the kitchen. Okay well slips is a generous word, he is ungainly on one crutch especially because it's on the wrong side to support his fucking ankle, but what else is he supposed to do? Crawl on one arm?
Anyway hobbles up and takes a breather to lean gently on the counter.]
[ he's curled up in the tavern tonight with booze and a blanket, staring out... a window, i suppose. idk if there are windows. there are now for the sake of this thread. his ear flicks at the sound of someone approaching, and he glances over, with a smile. ]
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his ears swivel a bit when he hears footsteps, and he glances over his shoulder. a pause. ]
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[With a long day's preamble and plenty of time to sit and stew in his incredulity, Richie has had the time to eye up the strangest among their number and accept that these figments of imagination are a little less imaginary than he would have liked. More mellow than he'd feared, though some industrious fuck has taken out a testosterone tantrum on the potted plants. Given that most of the fuzzy ones look to be of a wisened age, he's going to pin that on the kids.]
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it's fumkin noisy in here but he's doing his best! he seems to be doggedly playing one game in particular. it's a rhythm game, one of those taiko drum ones, and he seems like he's really concentrating, ears perked up and forward. is he perhaps trying to get a high score? maybe. it's not out of the question because he actually is doing pretty good, he's got near perfects on all of the notes. oh, also, he's wearing this.
in any case, he's very clearly not paying attention to anything around him so this is your chance to jumpscare the shit out of him if you'd like. ]
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Anyway since you very clearly have one wish here who am I to deny you. Holding up a mean double handed finger-pistol.]
Freeze! Arcade police!
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Irony is a real bitch, isn't it?
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It's something. [ ... ] Are you alright?
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Anyway Richie will make his way here, quite unintentionally — at least as far as finding JQ goes. He might be spotted first by the flaring ember of his cigarette, before strolling into better light.]
...Heya, JQ.
[He pauses, several feet back. Giving good space if the guy wants it, because Richie'd bet big money he does.]
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Where are they at Richie will track down our little man, with a bottle of something stiff and — if it's not too presumptuous — a bouquet of flowers. Look sometimes you're both men but also sometimes you have to watch a guy murder someone he put all his faith in after valentine's day. Loss is a loss, and the guy also needs a Get Better Soon gift. He's got two ends of the spectrum covered this way. Hopefully he'll take one or the other.]
Hey, still kicking, JQ?
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[ is his answer! we're gonna say he's in his room in the mansion, curled up in bed with a blanket. he looks exhausted, which may not be surprising. still bruised on his face, still bandaged and bloody and wrecked. but he's sitting up at least, and he's alert. his tail curls a little closer to his body as richie makes his way in.
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Or whatever it is we are.
[ looks in richie's direction, squinting. ]
Hello, Richie.
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he's checking on your injuries, and he's being really gentle about it, honestly - he's a good doctor. he doesn't have a lot, but he's doing his best with supplies. if at any point you are awake during this process: ]
... I'm sorry.
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[Assigns him looking at his mauled back. The arm was the first point of order on arrival, so perhaps it's more the bites and gouges that need looking after.]
Wasn't like you were the one with your teeth in m— shit. [He stops up, hissing as a particularly tender part gets a much needed disinfecting. Even when you know it'll sting, it still stings.] General Fuckso or whatever. Hoolay.
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i thought i tagged this last night, shakes
so much happened i don't blame you
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Zipping around the corner and running a tree branch (pilfered from the dark woods) along the hedge, sending up a spray of bright green leaves, is a child! A buck-toothed, jug eared boy with horn-rimmed spectacles so thick they magnify his eyes a little. He's got a lot of general scrapes and bruises.
And will potentially get more if he collides with the person coming around the bend, as he is running at mach speed through this maze.]
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there he goes, a little zippy dude. he runs right into a pink fox, who does not even come close to seeing him coming. what the fuck!! he nearly gets bowled over, and then, in that like sort of mom voice: ]
Aiya, watch your feet, child -- [ a beat. squints really hard. who the fuck. ]
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Hello, Richie. Are you hungry?
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I could eat.
[Want to is another thing. Richie strolls closer, settling against the counter with a lean and his arm folded across his middle.]
How many chilis are in it?
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he's brushing his tail, slowly and steadily, just sort of... thinking. at least he doesn't look sad? that's nice. ]
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No we can be in a reasonable void location.]
Had a look at our man Taair already, did you?
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W3 Monday (CW FOR CHILD ENDANGERMENT)
A memory begins to play out on the reflective glass. At once Richie stiffens up. Pales.
He'll reach for Jiaoqiu's hand and make to pull him along, hard.]
Let's go.
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I assume that wasn't a borisin that somehow snuck from my universe to yours.
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Except Richie is absolutely unqualified to tend to these wounds. Maybe once Jiaoqiu comes around to consciousness later, post treatment and most certainly bandaged as hell, he will find that Richie has posted up beside him, reading a book with a pinch in his brow.]
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like three people have been like WAS THIS AN IT CYOA and i laughed so bad at it. anyway, he's here! gives you a general wound overview: he has like, stab wounds everywhere. it's his shoulder, his legs, and in his stomach. they look like someone was trying to run him through with a sword with the shoulder and stomach, but the legs are more shallow, thinner. one of his arms is just absolutely useless - a gouge near the inner elbow/forearm, something that looks like it was made with some sort of sharp teeth. it's messy. there's also some sort of gouge-y bite wound on his shoulder, too.
he's got slash marks across his face, too. kind of claw like. and his left ear is ripped in half - it's missing the top half of it, so he's just got half an ear. all of this is bandaged, as much as it can be.
after a while, he wakes up, staring at the ceiling. he does not seem to notice richie is there... ? ]
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jiaoqiu is sitting at the counter, holding a beer glass and looking down at the drink. there's a sense of curiosity in the air. what the fuck does this do.
oh, also, he's way less injured today. his ear is still missing, but based on the way he's holding himself, he isn't in horrible pain. that's probably nice. ]
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Richie strolls up to join him, drumming on the counter before grinning and taking a seat. Perhaps the emotionshare betrays that he is something less jolly than he acts. Understandable. You don't let a girl like Elysia go so easily.]
My god! You are about thirty-odd degrees away from making a full one-eighty there, JQ! [Surveying the healing damage with broad approval and none-too-subtle curiousity.] Little boost from somewhere, or just lots of extra TLC?
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I don't even know where to start.
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I don't either. [ ... ] We found both answers, but I'm still unsatisfied.
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he's just finished eating something and is taking a stroll around the colosseum, though he's very sure to not walk into it. we don't need to be fighting lions, unless you want to, but in that case it's going to be jiaoqiu running from the lions and you fighting them.
there's a hint of something green peeking out from his turtleneck, also. ]
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Joining him with an espresso in hand and clocking the oddity. What is this green thing what is its texture? Is it living, dead, or lifeless matter? Is it something Richie would recognize as a 1980s man? What is its general shape? If he licks it what does he find?]
Something's shimmied down your shirt JQ.
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anyway we can be at the Soundstage. He's got music on, I tried to find something inventive but i'm tired so fucking Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelin it is. He's smoking, red in the eyes. But numbed. Looks like he got his fits out in private.]
Christ on a bike. Is it wrong to say I had a feeling about this one?
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that's fine, jiaoqiu comes over to sit down next to him. settles his tail around him. are you used to furries yet, richie. ]
... No, it isn't. I'm not entirely surprised - I wouldn't be surprised to find out someone did this to "save" them.
[ he refuses to think of it as actual saving, killing people is not saving them!!! even if it is necessary!!! ]
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his thought process is basically are they serving this to people... is this what chao eat?
also he's not bald, but he's like, holding his tail very close to him like he's AFRAID HE'S GOING TO BE AGAIN. ]
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In fact it stinks a little. One batch does, at least. It's bubbling a little bit even. One lurid bubble swells, fattening to the size of a softball before it pops, and the scent goes sour. Old blood and compost waste, ancient food scraps left in the sun.]
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W6 THURSDAY
They're strapped up in adjacent beds then. Richie's head turns weakly to the side, wincing through the bandages holding his face together. He stares at Jaioqiu a moment, silent. What does he see?]
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anyway now, he's bandaged, but most noticeably he's covered in pretty severe electrical burns, there are bits of his skin that are like... split, along his arms. there's a stab wound that got bandaged. and also his eye is fucked up. it's severely damaged, if not gone entirely.
he's also crying out of his one eye that still works but it's not sobbing, it's just like very silent, stoic, tears dripping down the side of his face type crying, the kind you won't notice if you weren't looking. don't look, also, it's embarrassing.
he's just curled up, staring at the ground, but his thoughts are a melty, soupy, get up. get up, you useless loser. get up. from a voice that doesn't sound like quite his own. ]
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where are we. hello. jiaoqiu is in the kitchen, making food... it keeps his brain busy. but he does seem to have some measure of vision back, even if his eyeball is missing still, as he looks up and offers richie a small, tired smile. ]
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Richie doesn't have the answer to such lofty questions, but he does have a smile in kind for the man as he slips into the kitchen. Okay well slips is a generous word, he is ungainly on one crutch especially because it's on the wrong side to support his fucking ankle, but what else is he supposed to do? Crawl on one arm?
Anyway hobbles up and takes a breather to lean gently on the counter.]
Chicken soup for what ails you?
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Lotta reunions to get through.
[And barely a week to enjoy them. A sting of melancholy, there.]
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I feel as though I've barely sat down all day. [ a little amused. and... sad, at the thought, too. ]
... I assume you'll be going home.
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