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historicals) wrote2025-02-08 04:13 pm
historicals) wrote2025-02-08 04:13 pm
pc catchall | turboheaven | richie
kabby im already deeply enjoying this cr its really funny and good (shitpost here eventually)
[ you know that meme where it's like "peasant is flavor blasted by doritos" that's kind of what's happening here
by which i mean, taair (who is no longer sexy) is holding a bottled soda of some kind in one hand. he's reading the label, examining it with all the curiosity you might expect, before he nods to himself.
and richie gets to see just as taair turns his hand to open the bottlecap, all the carbonation fizzes and it starts to go all over the place. ]
-- Ah! [ AH ] Oh, no -- !
[ help please ]
by which i mean, taair (who is no longer sexy) is holding a bottled soda of some kind in one hand. he's reading the label, examining it with all the curiosity you might expect, before he nods to himself.
and richie gets to see just as taair turns his hand to open the bottlecap, all the carbonation fizzes and it starts to go all over the place. ]
-- Ah! [ AH ] Oh, no -- !
[ help please ]
Edited 2025-02-08 21:17 (UTC)
[I'm sure he's sexy to someone.
Who is not Richie I am sorry to say, he's holding out for Christie Brinkley. He'd stand a better chance with her now than yesterday, clad in sensible clothes. Bomber jacket over a button up and slick jeans, real casual stuff but a cut above department store fare.
Which makes it quite urgent to stop the eruptions of Mount Pepsi. Richie darts in, clasping a hand hard over the mouth of the bottle and yanking it out and away from Taair's clothes. The soda keeps fizzing, but now it's pathetic dribbling down the side of the bottle.]
...Don't worry. Lots of guys go off prematurely.
Who is not Richie I am sorry to say, he's holding out for Christie Brinkley. He'd stand a better chance with her now than yesterday, clad in sensible clothes. Bomber jacket over a button up and slick jeans, real casual stuff but a cut above department store fare.
Which makes it quite urgent to stop the eruptions of Mount Pepsi. Richie darts in, clasping a hand hard over the mouth of the bottle and yanking it out and away from Taair's clothes. The soda keeps fizzing, but now it's pathetic dribbling down the side of the bottle.]
...Don't worry. Lots of guys go off prematurely.
Edited 2025-02-09 05:53 (UTC)
[ NOT THE CHRISTIE BRINKLEY im in tears
anyway the look on taair's face goes from panicked to relieved to confused to relieved again - he lets out a laugh, half startled out of him, and immediately starts fluttering around to grab some convenient, convenience store napkins. ]
Oh, Richie... thank you, you're my hero - and your clothes! Ah, here, take these, please -
[ he hurries back over to try and like, put them to the sides of his hands where they are now pepsi'd, pressing both hands to the remaining fizz disaster to try and clean it up. ] Is that... really so normal? It's practically built like a bomb...!
anyway the look on taair's face goes from panicked to relieved to confused to relieved again - he lets out a laugh, half startled out of him, and immediately starts fluttering around to grab some convenient, convenience store napkins. ]
Oh, Richie... thank you, you're my hero - and your clothes! Ah, here, take these, please -
[ he hurries back over to try and like, put them to the sides of his hands where they are now pepsi'd, pressing both hands to the remaining fizz disaster to try and clean it up. ] Is that... really so normal? It's practically built like a bomb...!
[LET A MAN DREAM.]
Anytime, Big T. [He just stands there, waiting for the fountain to cease its flow. It's tapering off nicely, that's a good sign. He'll take a couple napkins with his free hand and dab at the damage, which to him has been minimal.] Please, I didn't take half the spray you did.
[He nods sagely at the question.]
Afraid so. These drinks are carbonated. They've got air mixed in, gives it a fizzy pop when you drink it. But if it got agitated at all before the cap's come off, ka-bloom. [As he would now know.] Best practice is to squeak the cap off slowly and gauge whether it's gonna spew all over you first.
Anytime, Big T. [He just stands there, waiting for the fountain to cease its flow. It's tapering off nicely, that's a good sign. He'll take a couple napkins with his free hand and dab at the damage, which to him has been minimal.] Please, I didn't take half the spray you did.
[He nods sagely at the question.]
Afraid so. These drinks are carbonated. They've got air mixed in, gives it a fizzy pop when you drink it. But if it got agitated at all before the cap's come off, ka-bloom. [As he would now know.] Best practice is to squeak the cap off slowly and gauge whether it's gonna spew all over you first.
[ i support him and his crush on christie brinkley.
taair listens to all of this with fascination, collecting the messy napkins and going to dump them into the nearest trash can. ]
Carbonated... I see. [ he learned something new today! right. do not shake the drink. something about it puts a smile on his face, though, and amused: ] You know, Richie, you have quite a way with words.
taair listens to all of this with fascination, collecting the messy napkins and going to dump them into the nearest trash can. ]
Carbonated... I see. [ he learned something new today! right. do not shake the drink. something about it puts a smile on his face, though, and amused: ] You know, Richie, you have quite a way with words.
[ late in the afternoon on tuesday, a figure sits on the wooden slats of the boardwalk, feet dangling over the edge - it's taair, who seems to have parked himself here as the dusk begins to streak across the sky.
he's got a book spread open in his lap, and occasionally writes something in it. he also, occasionally, tosses a piece of some kind of food (pizza...?) to a seagull nearby that's cozying up next to his hip.
he doesn't seem to have noticed that he has company yet! or if he does, he's not really paying attention. ]
he's got a book spread open in his lap, and occasionally writes something in it. he also, occasionally, tosses a piece of some kind of food (pizza...?) to a seagull nearby that's cozying up next to his hip.
he doesn't seem to have noticed that he has company yet! or if he does, he's not really paying attention. ]
Edited (please dont ask me how many times i edited this looks away ) 2025-02-10 22:16 (UTC)
[Thank you he can always rely on you]
Do I? [Most people here are just blanking out on him, it's kind of rattling him. But he'll take it.] Well damn. Thank you.
Did you want to grab a change of clothes, or....?
Do I? [Most people here are just blanking out on him, it's kind of rattling him. But he'll take it.] Well damn. Thank you.
Did you want to grab a change of clothes, or....?
You do! It's like nothing I've ever heard before. And I feel like I learn something new every time we speak.
[ yay! as for the change bit, he looks down... he does have soda on his fancy boy clothes now. ]
Oh... I didn't even realize. Yes, that'd probably be wise, wouldn't it...? I guess there's nothing to be said for an adventure that doesn't leave a bit of a mess.
[ yay! as for the change bit, he looks down... he does have soda on his fancy boy clothes now. ]
Oh... I didn't even realize. Yes, that'd probably be wise, wouldn't it...? I guess there's nothing to be said for an adventure that doesn't leave a bit of a mess.
help i missed your note at the top I REALLY LIKE THEM TOO! CRUSHES HIM IN MY HANDS
gutterbound
2025-02-12 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Richie could try to spook him. It's prime spookin positions. But as he wanders up he decides against it. If they were the same age he wouldn't hesitate. Being fifteen-odd years ahead of him, it feels like a cheap shot.]
That your diary?
[So, cheap shots of a different flavour.]
That your diary?
[So, cheap shots of a different flavour.]
Huh. I feel much the same talking to any one of you. Frankly I'm a little stunned we're all standing in the same room, seems like a real grab bag of a posse.
[What is the common denominator here?]
Was this an adventure?
[What is the common denominator here?]
Was this an adventure?
fhwkrj me!!!! holds richie free of the gutter like doodlebob
historicals
2025-02-12 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ help
the good news is you get to spook him anyway - when he speaks up, taair startles, nearly dropping his pen, and then whips his head up, hand to his heart. ]
Oh! Richie, you startled me. [ this dissolves into laughter, though, and he shakes his head. ] No, nothing like that. Here, would you like to look? Come sit, and I'll share.
[ patting the spot next to him!! come sit down. ]
the good news is you get to spook him anyway - when he speaks up, taair startles, nearly dropping his pen, and then whips his head up, hand to his heart. ]
Oh! Richie, you startled me. [ this dissolves into laughter, though, and he shakes his head. ] No, nothing like that. Here, would you like to look? Come sit, and I'll share.
[ patting the spot next to him!! come sit down. ]
So it does - but I'm glad for it. [ we all want to cause suffering.
he nods though, pleased even as he examines the state of his white clothes. could be worse. ]
In a similar vein...yes, I think so. A place I've never been, and an experience I've never known - it sounds a recipe for adventure to me.
he nods though, pleased even as he examines the state of his white clothes. could be worse. ]
In a similar vein...yes, I think so. A place I've never been, and an experience I've never known - it sounds a recipe for adventure to me.
[Oh nice a bonus spooking!]
Funny, this time I wasn't trying to.
[But he'll bite. Richie slips into a sit at Taair's side and cants his head at the book, propping himself up on his palms.]
It's too bad it wasn't a diary. I was hoping to find out who you were sweet on. What's going on, then?
Funny, this time I wasn't trying to.
[But he'll bite. Richie slips into a sit at Taair's side and cants his head at the book, propping himself up on his palms.]
It's too bad it wasn't a diary. I was hoping to find out who you were sweet on. What's going on, then?
Oh. Well. I was talking about the soda bomb, but sure, you can see death as the next big adventure.
[He pats him on the back with his (cleaner) hand.]
Come on, lets get you presentable. This stuff stains too, you ought to wash it straightaway.
[He pats him on the back with his (cleaner) hand.]
Come on, lets get you presentable. This stuff stains too, you ought to wash it straightaway.
Oh, as was I!
[ taair laughs at that, though, shaking out the last of the soda from his hands. okay. ] But, death, too. All of these experiences, strange as they are, are quite precious to me.
That sounds wonderful. To the clothing store then, yes?
[ taair laughs at that, though, shaking out the last of the soda from his hands. okay. ] But, death, too. All of these experiences, strange as they are, are quite precious to me.
That sounds wonderful. To the clothing store then, yes?
Sweet on...?
[ more new phrasing he does not know. but anyway!! it's affection week so he's a little less catholic about it, meaning he scooches closer as he flips the book back to its very beginning. It's a decently sized tome, and on the title page is the text - A Chronicle of Iria, and underneath that in smaller font, Taair Khalisa Nasir. ]
I was making some edits to my book, is all. Though, lately I've been chronicling a bit more than just Iria in the back - I hope I can get some binding materials to start a new one, soon.
[ more new phrasing he does not know. but anyway!! it's affection week so he's a little less catholic about it, meaning he scooches closer as he flips the book back to its very beginning. It's a decently sized tome, and on the title page is the text - A Chronicle of Iria, and underneath that in smaller font, Taair Khalisa Nasir. ]
I was making some edits to my book, is all. Though, lately I've been chronicling a bit more than just Iria in the back - I hope I can get some binding materials to start a new one, soon.
They sure are something, I'll give you that.
[Richie grins.]
You bet.
[They can mosey on over...closes this before we find out who is mcfucking dead]
[Richie grins.]
You bet.
[They can mosey on over...closes this before we find out who is mcfucking dead]
[Richie will not elaborate, lest he blow another chance to sneak some deets.
Meanwhile what's all this?]
Is Iria the place you're from? [He lifts a corner of the page, angling it more his way.] Something of a travelogue?
Meanwhile what's all this?]
Is Iria the place you're from? [He lifts a corner of the page, angling it more his way.] Something of a travelogue?
Ah, if only.
[ a little wistfully - when he takes interest, taair passes the book over to him! it's a thicker tome, pages made of nice material and finely leather bound. inside is a lot of text, of course, but also hand drawn art of maps and other things. like these! wao. taair makes a little gesture with both hands like go on, you can flip through if you want. ]
It is the place I'm from, yes. My homeland. But it's not a travelogue - it's a history book. I've been researching the history of Iria for quite some time now, attempting to put together the only accurate, comprehensive timeline of its history from the ancient sage's period to the present day.
[ a little wistfully - when he takes interest, taair passes the book over to him! it's a thicker tome, pages made of nice material and finely leather bound. inside is a lot of text, of course, but also hand drawn art of maps and other things. like these! wao. taair makes a little gesture with both hands like go on, you can flip through if you want. ]
It is the place I'm from, yes. My homeland. But it's not a travelogue - it's a history book. I've been researching the history of Iria for quite some time now, attempting to put together the only accurate, comprehensive timeline of its history from the ancient sage's period to the present day.
[ man. taair is standing at the very edge of the boardwalk, his arms behind his back, hands clasped together as he looks outwards at the beach - clearly lost in thought. when he hears footsteps, though, he glances backwards... and despite the situation, there's a small, soft smile on his face in greeting as he dips his head, as polite as ever.]
Richie... [ how do you even start beyond god damn things really do be happening ] What an awful turn of events.
Richie... [ how do you even start beyond god damn things really do be happening ] What an awful turn of events.
[HELP I LOST THIS FOR A MINUTE runs back here]
No shit.
[Richie has a bottle of H*nessey with him for the road, which he'll politely offer to Taair on sight.]
Were you trapped somewhere last night too?
No shit.
[Richie has a bottle of H*nessey with him for the road, which he'll politely offer to Taair on sight.]
Were you trapped somewhere last night too?
[ not the hennessey i'm in tears. he shakes his head a little when he offers it to him, polite as ever, and then turns his gaze back out to the beach. ]
... Of all places, here. Though... we never saw Charlie. Not before we fell asleep, or in the morning.
... Of all places, here. Though... we never saw Charlie. Not before we fell asleep, or in the morning.
[Well that's that then, more for him.]
She was with us last night. Eleven or twelve strong in the showers — don't get any funny ideas — and it was all the same song and dance. Locked up unexpectedly, knocked out unexpectedly. Then, one short come morning. Unexpectedly.
[He frowns.]
She wasn't acting different last night. Pretty much her usual chipper self. Trying to rally morale and keep it breezy.
She was with us last night. Eleven or twelve strong in the showers — don't get any funny ideas — and it was all the same song and dance. Locked up unexpectedly, knocked out unexpectedly. Then, one short come morning. Unexpectedly.
[He frowns.]
She wasn't acting different last night. Pretty much her usual chipper self. Trying to rally morale and keep it breezy.
[ the twelve in the showers is never going to be unfunny ]
...And on our end, we were trapped, too. There was some sort of wall - it was invisible, but Mizu and I walked the perimeter of it. It felt like a magical barrier, to me.
[ at least he's from a magic canon so it's normal but it is decidedly less normal to be locked in on the beach. ] And just like you said, we found ourselves unexpectedly slumbering, and awakening to the message that Charlie had passed away in the very same place we slept.
And then, the message from Ramiel... that they were just as surprised this could happen paints a very concerning picture.
...And on our end, we were trapped, too. There was some sort of wall - it was invisible, but Mizu and I walked the perimeter of it. It felt like a magical barrier, to me.
[ at least he's from a magic canon so it's normal but it is decidedly less normal to be locked in on the beach. ] And just like you said, we found ourselves unexpectedly slumbering, and awakening to the message that Charlie had passed away in the very same place we slept.
And then, the message from Ramiel... that they were just as surprised this could happen paints a very concerning picture.
[Catching up with him in the void some hour or so post-trial. He's not great but he's probably in better shape than a lot of folks. Which is why he'll pull to a stop when he spots that dazzling head of silver-white hair, dropping a hand on his shoulder on sight.]
Hey — I was looking for you. You hanging in there all right?
Hey — I was looking for you. You hanging in there all right?
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