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Richie Trashmouth Tozier (trashmouthloser) wrote in snapthread,
@ 2020-02-01 18:31:00

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dan torrance, richie tozier

WHO: Dan Torrance and Richie Tozier
WHAT: A comprehensive tour of Starklandia and beyond.
WHERE: COFFEE, to start
WHEN: Noon, when they agreed upon.

Richie was feeling better than he had in — er, well. A week or so, probably. He was done being basically attached by the hip to Steve. Who, while being one of the hottest and kindest and most ridiculously ab-ed people in town that deserved a lot of respect and equal parts kindness, was not who Richie would have chosen to spend an entire week with. He liked Steve, quite a lot and had since his own arrival in this strange town when Steve had found him bleeding and crying like an overwhelmed idiot in the courtyard and taken him home and offered him a shower, a hot meal and a bed.

But he didn’t want to sleep with Steve. That was the thing.

So anyway, now that he’d spent about a day with the person he did want to sleep with, he was in much better humor. Not that Richie Tozier was ever in poor humor, to be fair. If you squinted enough (which he did, pretty much constantly) everything was funny pretty much all the time.

He showed up more or less on time — having only been a little distracted by mostly nothing on the way, and glanced around the shop, offering Dan a bright smile when he spotted him. They’d never met in person, but when a town only had a handful of people in it, it wasn’t hard to spot out the new ones. “Well, if it isn’t my biggest fan.” Or, well, only fan, at this point.

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trashmouthloser
2020-02-06 12:39 am UTC (link)

"I don't know," Richie said. He didn't exactly know much about it. Only that he'd shown up there, thinking he was going to get some hotel fun in, and had wandered around for hours in horror trying to figure the fucking way out as things got weirder and weirder. Walking around in squishy blood shoes hadn't really made him a happy camper.

The point was... well. What a fucking small world.

Or had it been some kind of premonition? Richie didn't like that thought at all, and so pushed it away, about as hard as he could.

"It's -- they don't really work that way. You can open the same door five times and get five different places behind it each time. I haven't run into it again. And at the time it was -- every place you went to was back fuckin' news, man." He paused, momentarily. "It's suggested no one goes alone. Just in case. You know?"

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doctoring
2020-02-06 01:01 am UTC (link)

Well, okay - Dan supposed he could see the danger in opening a door to one dimension, one out of like billions and billions. The multiverse wasn't exactly a new concept - he'd read about it, of course, maybe dabbed in some sci-fi books that weren't too heavy on the quantum physics, but he was far from an expert. A lot of this would probably be experimentation.

"Yeah, alright," he agreed and, just like that, another thought lit up in neon scrawl for him. That was how it worked sometimes - he just got impressions, and alphabet soup, and emotion, and... "It was a premonition," he told Richie, because maybe the guy wanted to push it away, but Dan yanked it right back to the forefront. "You...yeah, you should probably let me look sooner rather than later."

The sooner this mess got sorted out, the better off Richie would be anyway.

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trashmouthloser
2020-02-06 01:08 am UTC (link)

Sure, yeah, Richie had seen some episodes of Stargate while trying to sleep too, back in the day. But that didn't mean he really knew shit about anything in this regard. He'd had some bad experiences with the doors and some good ones and even a few mediocre ones. But it was all just travel. There was no real explaining it or getting it to work for him, so far as he could tell.

Even though sometimes he felt like he was just picking the right door for what he needed. Not always, but sometimes.

"Of what?" Richie asked, trying to deny the concept. Because denial was better, right? Accepting he had a problem was exactly fucking that -- a problem. This wasn't some twelve step.

Still. If Richie refused now, Beverly would have his ass. That was just fact. "Yeah. Maybe."

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doctoring
2020-02-06 01:16 am UTC (link)

Just think, if Richie got really good at this premonition thing (though Dan had looked into the future before and knew it was a tricky thing), maybe he could more accurately tell people what doors to pick for what they needed. That way it wasn't as much of a guessing game - but at any rate, Dan wouldn't put the cart before the horse. The guy seemed pretty in denial - it wasn't just a river that flowed through Egypt.

"Alright, well, let me know," he nodded, sliding his cup toward him - it was empty, so he'd do the owner a solid and return it, save him a trip from coming all the way out to the table to collect it. "I'm not going anywhere. Probably."

There was a twinkle in his eye that said he was kidding, but hey. You never could tell, right?

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trashmouthloser
2020-02-06 01:28 am UTC (link)

No. Denial was also a forest in Norway. Or something. Richie wasn't going to get into it this second, he had enough shit on his plate. His plate doth runneth over with shit. It was a thing.

"No, I suppose you aren't," Richie said, squinting a little. He didn't know for sure. No one knew for sure. But Dan sort of seemed like he'd be sticking around. Not that there was a type. But sometimes it felt like there was. He had no fucking idea what he was thinking about, so he pushed his cup toward Dan too, because why make that extra trip.

"I'll text you," he decided. He'd talk to Bev about it first, because she was his person when it came to all this shit. She'd know what to do. Or at least what to make Richie do -- which was really just giving Richie the opinion that he was interested in hearing.

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