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Richie Trashmouth Tozier (trashmouthloser) wrote in snapthread,
@ 2019-10-23 19:28:00

Entry tags:

barbara gordon, dick grayson, eddie kaspbrak, gamewide plot, natasha romanoff (mcu), remus lupin, richie tozier, siri tachi (sw), sirius black

Who: Anyone who wants to have a comfortable but bad time.
What: Some Spoop at the Overlook: Haunted Psychic Hotel of Doom
Where: Sidewinder, Colorado
When: Length of the Halloween Plot.

During the warm summer and spring months, The Overlook Hotel in Sidewinder, Colorado does excellent business: visitors thrive on a wonderful view of the Rocky Mountains while being able to enjoy remote quiet and catered comfort.

In the winter though, the snow is too plentiful and dangerous to allow visitors to come and go freely — and so the Hotel becomes a sleepy quiet place with less than a skeleton staff. The empty halls, fully stocked kitchen and bars and choice pick of rooms should be a delight for anyone who ends up there. But the halls are less empty and quiet than what they might originally appear.

All roads lead to Room 237.

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The Losers

trashmouthloser
2019-10-24 01:45 am UTC (link)

"Well. This whole place is a false advertisement." Richie looked a little bit like the embodiment of all things disappointed, broad shoulders sloped downward and mouth tilted at an angle that could only be classified as Sad.

When he'd opened the stupid door in the first place, it'd boasted sunshine above, a beach to the left and a series of strip malls on the right. It'd reminded him heavily of a day trip visit to Malibu and he'd thought this was the perfect opportunity to do something normal all while escaping the too-cool air of Starklandia. So, obviously, he'd thought to drag Eddie along with him. Maybe they could pick out curtains between the beach and Eddie bitching about how the SPF in their sunblock wasn't one million proof.

So this? This long fucking hallway with the tackiest carpet design he'd ever seen in his life? This was not what he'd signed up for or even decided to step into. And yet, here they were and the door to Starklandia was closed behind them, refusing to open up again. He'd been >told that there was no real escaping that place anyway - eventually you just turned back up again even if you didn't want to. So he wasn't that worried?

Except for maybe the part where he was. A little bit. Because Richie trusted no bitch and no empty location, these days. He chanced a look over at Eddie, wondering where to go from here. Apologies were probably a good start.

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The Losers

ekaspbrak
2019-10-24 03:36 am UTC (link)

"You picked the wrong door, didn't you?" Eddie huffed as he looked down at the tacky carpet beneath his feet. This definitely wasn't the trip Richie had talked up. He'd said something about Malibu. Eddie hadn't been that excited. Depending on the location of the beach both the water and the sand could be pretty gross. For once, however, Richie’s excitement meant that Eddie had held his tongue and gone along with it.

He may have enjoyed Malibu. He would’ve definitely complained a little and he would’ve attempted to keep as covered as possible in the beginning but he’d give in eventually. He even figured he’d wind up buying a pair of shorts to wear while they were out. And sunscreen. Loads of that but only up to SPF 50. Everyone knew that anything higher was a waste of money. It didn’t provide any additional protection. Not against UVA rays, anyway. UVB rays, sure. When he bought something that said broad spectrum, however, he expected to not burn and not be forced to endure radiation that would cause his skin to age prematurely resulting in wrinkles and then cancer further down the line, thanks.

He’d still been looking forward to that beach and the arguments that would come or the curtain shopping that Richie had helplessly suggested. He didn’t think they’d find curtains that close to the beach but, hey, they were going to try. So, yes, he was looking forward to all of that because he was looking forward to spending time with Richie. If that was all he was after, however, he figured this entire trip could be easily salvaged.

Moving towards the taller man Eddie nudged him with his shoulder. “I guess being snowed in at some ancient overly fussy looking hotel isn’t the worst place we could’ve ended up.” And he was only doing this because Richie looked so sad. So utterly disappointed that Eddie had felt it was his job to get the other out of that headspace. “The date doesn’t suck yet and it’s your loss for choosing the wrong fucking door. Now I get to wear more clothes than less. No shorts.”