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Tweak says, "Purple!"

Richie Foley (Gear) (techsmygame) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-06-20 01:32:00

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dawn summers, richie foley/gear

Who: Richie and Open
What: Debating the situation
When: June 19
Where: The comic shop (where he works)
Why: Becuase business is nonexistant.
Status: Open

He had no idea why he'd even come in today. The truth of the matter was that there was no business. Everyone was gone. They were all one man. So why was he here? Virgil was back. From wherever he'd gone he was back, but... things were different. He was... older. Taller. He was he same, but he was different. Hell everyone was different! This wasn't Lawrence anymore. Not really! A place was made up with one person and all the transplants.

Richie really should have just closed up the shop. He should have locked up and gone home, but the truth wass that he'd been here for the last two days constructing something that would at very least safely get him back to the complex. This was just crazy. He knew it, everyone knew it.

The boy genius bang baby looked down at the invention, still not satisfied with it. He cursed himself for forgetting BackPack - well not really forgetting him, he didn't normally bring him to work anyway. He just needed to get out of there... and fast.

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niblet
2010-06-20 04:02 pm UTC (link)

Dawn was bored. Bored and mildly scared with all that was going on. Despite that, she wasn't in the mood to stay cooped up in the complex. Dressing warmly and carrying her taser with her, she made her way towards the comic shop Richie worked at, doing her best to avoid all the people that were the same person. She wasn't completely certain why she was going there, but she really wanted to spend time with a friend right now.

As she stepped into the comic shop and saw him, she was suddenly struck with the fake memories from that other life. There, they had been dating, and she had been surprised after that was over to find out that not all of the feelings she had felt had disappeared. Nope, instead they left her very confused, though she'd done her best to ignore them in the weeks that followed. Taking a deep breath, she pushed back the hood of her coat and moved over to the counter.

"Hey, Richie." She was slightly out of breath from her walk, but she didn't care at the moment. She probably shouldn't have even attempted it, but...since she had made it, it obviously wasn't a bad idea, right?

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techsmygame
2010-06-21 04:08 am UTC (link)

He was surprised to hear the bell over the door jingle. He hadn't been expecting anyone, but hearing it and fearing that it was one of the clones, he held up his invention - only to see that it was the very last person that he'd expected it to be. Dawn. What she was doing here he didn't know. It was dangerous out there... or it ha the probability of being so! It wasn't safe for her to be out here.

Since the incident with the 'other lives' he'd been doing his best to give her space. Despite the fact that yes he had gotten her a Christmas present and yes they'd had coffee a few times, there were still feelings there, but... he knew that she was another guy's girl, and he didn't want to make things complicated for them. And there were his own issues, the fact that he wasn't certain what was going on with him. Clearly his father had screwed him up a bit there, there were just so many questions. But this was completely surprised.

He came out from around the counter, after typing a quick message to Virgil - he was reeling from the information that he was back! - his brow furrowed. "Are you alright?!"

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niblet
2010-06-23 04:10 am UTC (link)

Dawn smiled at the look of concern on his face and nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine...I made it here without any of them seeing me. And if they had...." she pulled out the taser Buffy had given her from her bag and held it out. "I've got this." Grinning, she stuck it back inside her bag, then glanced around the shop. "Cool place."

She stepped past him to see what he was working on, tilting her head curiously at it, then looking over to him. "Why are you still here? Shouldn't you be at the complex, with the rest of us?" That was another reason she had come, to be honest. She wanted to make sure he was okay, and see what was holding him up.

Taking off her bag, and coat, she lay them on the counter, then leaned against it as she waited for an answer from Richie.

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