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week 0, monday

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[ we're at the soundstage today! ]

Is something supposed to happen here, or...?

[ what do you mean put on a show ourselves ]

[gutterbound]

I don't know, champ. Maybe music?

Hold up a sec.

[Gonna pop into whatever serves as the DJ's private stash, ignoring the stage and the king's ransom of instruments.]

W0 SECOND FRIDAY

[gutterbound]

[voids them. Richie hasn't gotten much peace since the announcement, but he's still making a point to talk to whoever he finds. Kids first, instinctively, which is why he stops short when crossing paths with Laurence.]

Hey, Laurence. Where you off to?

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[ he's looking a little out of it this morning, often glancing at his phone as if something might change at any minute. surprised, he starts and slips his phone back into a pocket. ]

I don't know. I didn't really have anywhere in mind after... you know.

week 0, sunday

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[ he left the execution immediately. it's a lot to process, watching someone be killed right before your eyes. he's still reeling, but he's marginally steadier now that he's had some alone. still not great, though, but he's got a bottle of ginger ale to sip on, at least. ]

At least it's over now.

[ they got the right guy and now he's been... expelled from heaven. that's all they needed to do. none of them would do this again. ]

[gutterbound]

That it is. Cold comfort for JQ, but...he made it out in one piece.

[Relatively speaking. Richie has a proper beer with him, sorry he needs something stronger than a ginger ale. He cracks the top open and there's that delicious hiss, serenading him as he takes his spot next to the kid.]

Are you feeling all right? I know it's been all the worst case scenarios, from start to finish.

week 1, thursday

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[ vibrates through the floor

he's gonna let the four of them have some time to be looked over by people who are actually useful in literally any way. later, though, he'll hesitantly come up to chat, like he's not sure if he should leave it for another day or not. ]

Mr. Tozier... What happened to you guys?

[ trying not to stare at where his arm should be... failing. ]

[gutterbound]

[no please he doesn't care to be alone right now.

Even if he's very confused. Richie is posted up in a bed he's been told is his own, shelves full of records that feel and don't feel like they should be here. And he takes a moment looking at this young kid. Two-toned hair and face drawn with fright, can't keep his eyes off his empty shoulder.

He frowns, brows furrowing as he tries to make a name click.]

...Spotify?

week 1, saturday

[outdistanced]

[ not only did laurence misspeak early on and have that thrown back in his face (as it rightly should have been), but firefly's words have been echoing in his mind nonstop. the horror of having to fight for your life and then face punishment for doing what it takes to survive... he can't even imagine. and hawke, saying the same sorts of things as jing yuan, while anders fought them all to keep him alive.

it's nothing short of a nightmare that's left him curled into himself, one foot up on the gazebo's bench to fold his arm on and tuck his face into. he does look up briefly when he hears someone else, but he doesn't move. ]

This place doesn't really feel like heaven anymore, does it? [ muffled by his clothing, further by the hoarseness of his voice. ] Not when we have to vote for someone like that.

[gutterbound]

[Richie is also peeling off to the gazebo, in part because the day was a damn mess and also because he really needs to sit down before making the hike back to the mansion. He's beat and dreaming of a soft bed but his body demands a quick regroup.

He shouldn't be surprised to find someone else taking refuge here, but hey, it is right next door.]

...No, it doesn't. [He grimaces, taking a gentle seat next to him and bracing with his hand on the edge.] And I'm afraid it's looking like it's by design. Practically the same set up as last week, lockdown and all.

...You doing okay? Things got heated in there a few times.

[understatement of the century]

week 2, friday

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[ just tiredly looking at the announcement. ]

They really need to fix this chat thing.

[ holes?? ]

[gutterbound]

Honestly, now it'd feel weird if they don't slip up.

[holes. Richie sighs and cards a hand through his hair.]

I hope they're only talking about the crime scene.

W2 SUNDAY

[gutterbound]

[Laurence how are you where are you, it is time for Richie to be a responsible adult and check on our sweet boyo. He will poke around for him, check on him after execution.]

Laurence?

[knock knock where you at]

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[ well he hightailed it out of there pretty quickly once it ended, so now he's just hanging in their little neighborhood. ]

Hey, Mr. Tozier.

W3 MONDAY (CW: children in peril, finger injury, mentions of dead children/child murder)

[gutterbound]

[Laurence now what the hell are we doing back here, is this not the 235345 time we've respectively ended up in the funhouse today?

Whatever take this I don't want it.]

[outdistanced]

[ this is a stephen king novel alright.

laurence blinks in surprise at the memory, looking from the mirrors to richie and back again. reaching into a photo... huh. ]

What exactly was it that cut him...? It didn't look like there was anything that would do that in the picture.

[ all that blood. what even happened there? ]

week 3, friday

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[ walking through the garden to work out some nervous energy, hands shoved deep in his hoodie pockets so no one can see the white knuckles or the nails digging into his palms. he offers richie a short nod when he sees him, but quickly turns his eyes away. he'd prefer not having too much attention to the lingering redness in his face. ]

Do you think we'll get lucky again tomorrow and find out one of them is another self-defense situation?

[ laurence sure doesn't. ]

[gutterbound]

[bud it's all right, Richie's a little red in the eyes too.]

It could be. [He's not optimistic, though. Richie grimaces, putting a hand to Laurence's back.] I don't like our options either.

...But you know that if you're stumped not to vote for yourself, right? If you need to throw a vote away to keep your conscience clear, just use my name. I won't mind.

week 4, monday

[outdistanced]

[ throws them in the maze where we are having a nice, pleasant walk today! wahoo!

except suddenly a pop rock explodes with a loud bang, taking with it at least three years off laurence's life. ]

Augh!

[gutterbound]

Fuck!

[Immediately trying to catch his sleeve and tug him away, even the bang has already fired off and neither one gets their bits blown off.]

You all right?

week 4, saturday

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[ what a trial to miss.

richie can find him at the lighthouse later. he's just looking up at the stars, radiating sorrow and dread for the execution to come. ]

[gutterbound]

[what do you mean he was here the whole time

But yeah that's about what he expects. Richie holds a moment, unsure whether company is wanted or reviled. Then he knocks on the wall. Soft pitch for entry.]

Little star-gazing for what ails you?

W4 SUNDAY

[gutterbound]

[our SWEET FLOWER BOY

This sucks. Richie will come visit him. Vibes are residually horrified and heartbroken but also intensely concerned.]

Laurence?

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[ yeah. the vibes are miserable, his eyes red and puffy like he's been crying, but dry for now. he's simply settled into shellshocked and grieving. ]

...Hey. Sorry if I worried you today.

[ at least he looks like he's been bandaged up. ]

w5, wednesday

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[ god i need to get back to our sunday thread everything happens so much

anyway he's taking some leftover flowers back to the mansion. ]

Hey, Richie. Why'd you look so upset about some of those movies, anyway? Did you just not like them?

[gutterbound]

[it's fine big feelings are so much]

Ah — well. [Looking a little sheepish.] It was more seeing a bunch of actors I know from my day and age with thirty years tacked on 'em. One or two with half their dignity gone, to boot.

[AL PACINO WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU]

W5 THURSDAY

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[My god. Maybe he's bringing him a change of clothes to the hospital.]

Got something a little less leggy for you.

[outdistanced]

Thank god.

[ immediately snatching them so he can get changed ]

I don't know how they wanted me to believe all those clothes were actually mine. Who would just wear things like that?!

W5 FRIDAY

[gutterbound]

[LAURENCE YOUR WEEK.

He'll knock on his door first, see if he's still there.]

Laurence?

[His own voice is a little husky. Worn down.]

[outdistanced]

[ it's perfect timing. after news like that, laurence never had any intention of staying in his assigned room... but he does have to return for a change of clothes and a few other things.

there's still an unholy amount of flowers, snacks, and fish food lying around when he opens the door for richie. penny is on crawling around among it all, as if looking for something. and laurence looks pretty tired, too, eyes only just starting to recover from the irritation of crying. ]

Hey, Richie.

w6 monday

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[ throws them in the town equestria! where laurence is gallantly trying to dodge the gaze of all these damn EYES. ]

Why is there always something super weird about these places? Why isn't anything ever normal?

[ creepy!! ]

[gutterbound]

[Sorry but Richie is actually freezing in place. Shoulders hitching up some, a curious smile creaking across his face as he remains locked in a staring contest with some grotesque giant's eyeball. Wet, rolled down to meet him at twenty times the human scale, sending a shiver down his spine that roots him to the spot better than any hammer and nails could. You may have selected this location at random but you picked the one with his number one fear: eyeball bullshit.

He gives a nervous titter.]

Fine decorating they have here...

[Is it going to pop out is it going to burst oh god why is it so fucking big]

w6 sunday

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[ catch him somewhere after this execution just rubbing his face with a sigh. ]

Thank god that was the last one.

THE WAY I THOUGHT I HIT ENTER THIRTY MINUTES AGO

[gutterbound]

[Absolutely this is the fucking mood. My god.]

Goodbye and good riddance to Sunday tradition. And here I'd spent my youth bitching and moaning about morning mass.

[Richie is seated because he has to sit or his foot will be screaming bloody murder. His fingers pat at his pocket, searching, but he cuts himself off. Maybe now's a good time to quit, you damn smoke stack.

Just can't shake the nerves, is all. It was a brutal one. They all are, in new and confounding ways.]

It's gonna be surreal as all get out seeing them alive and well tomorrow.

W7 MONDAY

[gutterbound]

Real glad they found the cats, but my god. What happened to everything else?

[And thank Christ they weren't fooling about the rest of them returning...]

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They said the entity was throwing a fit, right? Though I don't get how something from hell should have this much power over heaven.

[ ...he smiles faintly. ]

Seeing everyone again is a huge relief, yeah.

w7 saturday

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[ he's just going to flop out in the sand of the beach, now that everything is back to normal, and stare up at the stars. what a fucking day. there's going to be sand in his hair, but the vibes are just too exhausted to even care. ]

[gutterbound]

[oh word, we flopping?

Have an exhausted DJ to flop with you. Hi Laurence.]

Who knew the road to redemption was filled with exploding trains?