purities | catch-all: richie.

[hello, richie. mizu is back to wearing a certain outfit that looks like it's been haphazardly washed and stitched back together way too many fucking times. it's giving murder hobo chic.

anyway, they're at (throws dart) at the train station. there's a big lack of train here. and also a big lack of recognition from mizu who is staring at the tracks, like. huh.]

What's all this for...?

[Affection week has come for us...

Richie has yet to notice he's too busy with the SOUNDSTAGE. He's tipping out a mysterious round black disc from a carboard sleeve, which looks an awful lot like his halo? Weird. He's absolutely delighted with the find.]

Crazy! Absolutely batshit stuff, do you know what a mint you could make on a collection like this?

[At the beach, parked on his rear with a bottle of H*nessey on hand and a sunken pallour, Richie watches the waves roll easy with a face wiped of expression. He only looks over when he catches movement in his peripheral.

For once, his only greeting is a two-fingered wave. The rest of his hand is on the neck of the bottle.]

[well. they all just witnessed something deeply personal and also incredibly fucked up, so that's fun.]

Funny. I think Saber's idea of just killing him would've been kinder to both of them.

[instead, the furries had to maim each other in front of god and everyone. wahoo.]

[hello, ex-husband... mizu is currently a lump amongst the library cushions.]

[He's outside somewhere, delicately lighting himself a smoke and looking pale, pinched between the brows.]

What a goddamned shitshow.

[Enshrines them in the void.

Richie is doing better than he was this weekend but still sore as shit. Obviously. He's moving better now though. Where might he find Mizu...and in what condition...]

[Regrettably, they are at the bar at the same time.

Richie has arrived first. And, bewilderingly, ordered a rice wine for himself. His head turns when he hears the door open, but only offers Mizu half a smile and a nod, turning back to his drink in silence.]

[wowie! imagine being powerful enough to write an actual starter during memshare week. anyway, they are both stuck in the funhouse for the long haul while one of mizu's memories plays over the mirrors. at first quiet, then loud and chaotic — before ultimately ending in heartbreak.

the only reason mizu hasn't shattered the fuck out of the mirrors or richie's collarbones is because his presence hasn't been noticed yet. mizu stands as still as a statue, a white knuckled grip around the hilt of that very same sword pictured in the memory, and eyes dark while watching the memory come to its inevitable conclusion.]

[hello, richie... what a week, am i right?

it's probably a little later in the day by now, and they are... somewhere. probably the void. either way, despite their last 1-on-1 conversation, mizu apparently has no time to waste on awkwardness or anything of the like. she zeroes in on him as soon as she spots him.]

Your glasses. You used them.

[straight to the point? okay.

and i guess she's also looking him over to make sure he isn't mysteriously injured or anything like that.]

[Aaah these vibes are bad. Richie's out for a stroll. Too antsy to sit around anywhere, head still pounding too hard to consider a drink. Maybe tomorrow.

He's got the free ice pack in hand but he's only holding onto it, applying on and off at leisure. He nods to Mizu when their paths cross.]

One down, and one off Scot-free. Looking bad for our track record, isn't it?

[Nevermind, they are getting drinks after that dungeon. If you want hanahaki or sth we can but let's just let emotionshare do its dark work now]

For the record, Shadowheart says she would have loved to see you dice the worm into a hundred pieces. Maybe next time you two ought to pair up.

[Emotionshare is...actually lowkey depressed. He talks big and easy as usual, but considering the weekend we've had this may come as no surprise.

There's a blip of fondness in there, though.]

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[What incredible odds that no one was dead at the tavern.

Richie will be out at the soundstage again. Smoking, low morale. No booze this time though. There's a sense of loss coming through — may not have known the guys well, but loss is still a loss. Moreover, the bad vibes carry through from last night into today. Guilt and melancholy, queasy anxiety. Fear.

He's picking idly through the records. Bowie's The Man Who Sold the World is on rotation, and on reasonable volume. He's not looking for company, but he'll wave to Mizu when he sees her passing by.]

Think we'll catch our runaway killer?

[NEVER MIND WE ARE ALL IN SHAMBLES

she's gonna check in on him after the impromptu roommate murder. where is he???]

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[after the titanic, plot dumps and also watching the teens save heaven with their very real love?? hm.]

... Somehow, after everything, the idea of just messaging god still feels the most absurd.

[Oh ariana mizu...we're really in it now

Very glad it's not emotionshare week rn. He'd have blasted out some truly wretched vibes. By late afternoon all he's got left are his smokes, the salt and surf of the beach, and the impending company padding over the sand.]

Three. Fuck me, what the hell are we supposed to do with that many?

[Puts them in the Inbetween. We're getting existential out here. Observes the exit disappearing and swears under his breath.]

Wonderful! Just lovely. I was thinking what this place needed was a void. Think any of these cubes pick up a direct line to God?

[ME PLUMBOBS.............. i guess at some point the boys stop clinging to mizu and get medical attention. sorry about your sudden baby acquisition and baby loss, sir.

anyway, we're at the hospital now.]

... What the hell happened to you?

[what a trial!! richie was totally here for all nine hours of it.

mizu is so fucking tired, squinting and pinching the bridge of her nose to relieve a headache. but she looks up when they happen to cross paths. hello.

sighs.]

One last execution if all goes well. And then we're done.

[Nvmd if you want to surprise me with effects i will accept whatever you throw at me.

They can be coming back from their slime adventure. Taair is off being tended to by sweet Del. If I say it here it has to be canon.]

Nothing but the academy was in great shape. And still we got slimed up. Didn't realize you could just stab a blob and it would back off.

[much less...well anyway. Faint hint of embarrassment.]

[i guess... this can be at some unspecified time on friday...........

richie can find mizu in the mansion lobby, blearily drinking coffee and perhaps looking a little bit like she overslept. it's fine? she's scrolling through chipper, pausing only when she notices him — and then there's a quick flash of embarrassment before she immediately turns her attention back to her phone. so, anyway,]

No announcements today.

[no die day! wahoo.]

[four thousand and two....

Richie's out for a midnight walk. Unsurprised to find Mizu out here too, taking refuge in the darkness. He gives a wave.]

Well. Blanket redemption for one and all. Do you think it was Charlie's or Yves' impassioned speech that spared us all.

[he was not close enough to Till to catch thoughtshare maybe.]

week zero, saturday...1!

W0 MONDAY

W0 SECOND FRIDAY

week zero, sunday...2!

week one, thursday.

W1 SATURDAY

W2 MONDAY

W2 SUNDAY

week three, monday.

week three, friday.

W3 SUNDAY