★ ( RICHIE TOZIER. )

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WEEK 0, MONDAY

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[ Here we are at the soundstage! Siffrin in his regular default garb per the norm as he explores around through the rows of chairs. Peering at the various musical instruments once they reach to the stage wow there's a lot to look at actually.

Right now he's staring at... what is clearly and obviously A PIANO. With a contemplating puzzled look, gloved hand at his lips as he mumbles quietly to himself. ]

What was the word for it again..?

[gutterbound]

[Richie is in upscale casual clothes. They're very cishet with money core.]

...Piano? [Looks to them, head tilted.] They come in short supply where you're from?

[He hits a few keys, ding-a-ling-a-ling.]

WEEK 0, SATURDAY POST-TRIAL.

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[ Siffrin can be found sitting in the cafe, kinda poking at his meal with a deep frown and furrow of his brows as if thinking really hard. ]

[gutterbound]

[ZETSU THEIR TURTLENECK! CRIES IN CUTENESS

Richie might be dropping by too. Not feeling too hungry. Weirdly itching for a coffee — which is funny, because the mood calls for drinking. Maybe he's feeling lonesome for the old 24/7 diners with their peeling booths and limp bacon and scrambled eggs. We're not in LA anymore, are we Toto?

He holds a moment, nodding to Siffrin. The guy's never had much colour but he does look decidedly drained this fine Saturday evening.]

Kind of hard to eat after a day like this, isn't it?

W1 MONDAY

[gutterbound]

[Holiday market!

Richie has popped on a pair of felt reindeer antlers and hands another to Siffrin.]

We've got to stay on theme.

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[ Gives you a winged Siffrin fella. Peering at everything they have here at the market, new treats..?

They jump a little at the plop of antlers to their head, raising gloved hands to adjust even though they can't see. Confusedly, ]

Theme? For what?

WEEK 1, FRIDAY

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[ Hello Richie!! Sorry if this white blur just nearly zooms past, looking around. Only slows before they can run into him. ]

Sorry Richie.

[ a fella on a mission.. ]

Re: WEEK 1, FRIDAY

[gutterbound]

[A blur!!!]

Whoa, what's the rush?

[He turns to follow the trajectory but like. Slowly, very very carefully. His back and socket are still screaming at him through the tylenol haze, but hey, his legs work.]

WEEK 2, MONDAY [CW: SELF HARM]

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[ Kabby truly asked for the worst option so I take away the whimsy and give the terrible depression.

It's the end of the day, in which Siffrin can be found sitting somewhere secluded with knife in hand. Turning it here and there. His demeanor is dull, quiet, gaze void of any emotion as he turns the blade over with a raise of their other hand and promptly slices it right over their palm.

They don't flinch, or even react as much, just watch as blood starts to pool from the deep gash now. Ah well. ]

[gutterbound]

[Richie, who is still on the mend but regaining a fair bit of pep in his step, has been much more mobile today than his usual. It's why he's in position to spot the dimunitive figure in the first place. Taking himself out on a stroll, fresh air and fresh thoughts. Less of the stale mansion A/C and reminiscing on all that laid him low.

Except the closer he draws to Siffrin, the more they draw his gaze. Something in the stare.

Then there's the flash of a blade and a rush of red. Richie's brain stutters.

Quite suddenly he's direct at their side, a blink and you'll miss it dash as he ignores the screaming wounds on his back, in his socket, all in favour of zipping over and grabbing for that blade-wielding wrist.]

Siffrin, what the devil is wrong with you?

WEEK 3, MONDAY

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[ YIPPEE MEMSHARE DAY voids us as they get trapped in the house of mirrors

in which a nice, pleasant memory will play... ]

[gutterbound]

[BABY ENBY!!!!

Okay well, this has the energy of something sweet and something sad all rolled into one. It's an explanation for a few things, and a trove of questions about more.

Mostly, it's touching. The way the kid turns around on them, attitude melting into guilt-addled confessions. The reconciliation. Siffrin doesn't challenge the kid for being difficult, but listens with the same laid back patience they've lent to everyone here.

It's just...there's a melancholy overcast to the whole thing. Something hard to place. The insistence that they'll take care of them. A song and dance all too familiar.]

...What a sweetheart. Maybe they cover it in bluster, but... [Richie shrugs, smiling bittersweet. Looking to Siffrin, and briefly the patch over their eye. A different man might ask. He's just got a particular squeamishness about ocular pains.] What was that one bit? About being "frozen in time"?

W3 THURSDAY

[gutterbound]

[RATSHAKES YOU

but tucks poor siffrin in omg what happened to you enbaby. Richie has basically been haunting the hospital waiting for you assholes to wake tf up.]

Siffrin? You awake?

[punnier]

[ cyoa was sooo kind and good to them, what do you mean!

But yeah, once Siffrin is awake, he will also be going to haunt these halls. Are they escaping? Maybe. Maybe so. Though, they ARE looking around, a bit frenzied. ]

The - where are they? [ Ahhhhhh. ]

WEEK 4, TUESDAY

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[ Like the day before, their emotions seem to be a constant dull hollowness, depression void, and an endless pang of intense food hunger. Though as they peer around, they seem to be sniffling a bit. As if they have a runny nose or something. With their regular clothes, it's hard to tell what the situation is with their bandages but the heavy eyebags are there and there's some peaks of bandages at their turtleneck.

But ehh, not important things! What IS important is we are exploring the candy castle. So many rooms to explore! And see! ]

Heya Richie. There really is a lot of rooms to see... Have you checked out the throne room yet?

[gutterbound]

[this...is perhaps not unprecedented. Considering the things he's seen and heard from Siffrin before. The knife in their hands still gives him pause now and then, makes him look twice when he catches them across the room. Just an alternate self, or a kernel of truth in the mirage?

Looks like he has his answer today. Immediately he dims. Not that he's always sunshine and rainbows himself, but good god, buddy.]

That I haven't. You feeling up for it?

[He smiles down at them, and remembering the memory with wee Bonnie, gives a wee wave as a gesture before giving them a friendly knock to the shoulder. Light, considering what they've been through lately.]

Heavy is the head that wears the crown, or so they say.

W5 MONDAY

[gutterbound]

[He's doing his best to keep it upbeat today. Mondays come around and everyone's ready to take on a new day with a refreshed perspective.

It's just hard though. He'll hang back at the lounge after most everyone's left. Cup of coffee on the side table and a book to fall into, but soon enough that just lays propped up on his chest as he lays still, staring up at nothing.]

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[ Siffrin seems to be leaving a bit late, but that's normal. They tend to sleep in until noon so they don't normally go out to explore until later in the day. Though, something flutters from their shoulder to land on the side table near Richie, a soft chirp of piou piou in greeting from the bird.

There's a small look of understanding from them, coming over to sit nearby almost quietly. If not for the gentle check-in. ]

..Doing alright, Richie?

WEEK 5, FRIDAY

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[ Today is great, it's so fine, everything is so okay. Siffrin can be found briefly waiting for the train, probably with a destination in mind, or maybe just to get away from everywhere and everything.

They stare at the tracks, silent. Their expression an almost similarly darkened look from weeks before. ]

[gutterbound]

[Richie doesn't even know where he'd want to go. Just that he needs to go somewhere. He appears near Siffrin, looking weary. Drained. They're two peas in a horrible pod.]</small. Hitting that dusty trail, are you?

WEEK 6, MONDAY

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[ We are at Equestria's ACADEMY, YIPPEE. Back to school!

Here is Siffrin, with a new shiny pin on their cloak, moving around with some various thought bubbles above their head. Someone probably thinks too much. As they catch sight of Richie though, the bubble says (Radio DJ. Music. Richie. Witty.) until it poofies.

He'll come over, offer a small wave and then look at things as if to question. Whatcha up to? ]

W6 THURSDAY

[gutterbound]

[shakes, i let you down so hard this week zetsu but we can horspital together.

Richie is a little less than mobile with his broken ankle and wounded ass, so he'll be posted up in a bed trying to shake off hypothermia. Is Siff around...]

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[ IT'S OKAY, WE BOTH DIED IN CYOAs it is the life we chose i smooch you and richie!!!

Siffrin is still around, checking in and Richie is of course one. They move perfectly fine as if their clothes that's bloody and scorched with burns don't indicate their own injuries. Peeking in here, before coming over.

(..Richie. How are you feeling?) ]

W6 SATURDAY

[gutterbound]

[hobbles in on one crutch with his broken foot to talk exclusively to Mary.]

Siffrin?

[what are they looking like?]

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[ Hi Mary, bye Mary.

Siffrin is.. well, currently seated at the far backside of their cell, a white blob on the floor but their head lifts as they blink slowly at him with a mostly empty blank expression. (..Music. ..Ri.. Richie.)

Hello.]

WEEK 7, MONDAY

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[ Neighborhood hangout is just where Siffrin is all day alas, in the gazebo by the church and garden. Peep notices Richie first and flutters over to land on his shoulder with a soft piou piou.

Siffrin offers a small wave after, just a tad awkward. ] Hey Rich.

[gutterbound]

[Understandable.

There's a spark of ? followed by a touch of stunned gratitude as the bird lights on his shoulder.]

Howdy lil' fella. I know you.

[He turns, spotting their favourite triangle but a short distance away.]

There you are. Hey, Siffrin.

[Relief, but also guilt. A bit of dread. Because—

(Pipe crashing down and blood flying up)

— it's difficult not to think about the last time they all saw them.]

WEEK 7, SATURDAY

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[ Just sitting somewhere quietly in the neighborhood, with a good view of the stars. Will offer a wave and smile when spotted though, hi. ]

[gutterbound]

[strolls up to them, smiling but feeling several kinds of ways about today. Chiefly though? We are relieved.]

Aren't ye a sight for sore eyes, me foine boyo? What ails a fella such as ye on a gleaming starry night like this? Nearly as grand as the like in the glimmering Emerald Isle, oh how I miss her so, our fair motherland of old!