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[firewalled]

"Yo, it's Rich, bitch! Hit me up!"

((Voice, Text, Video, and Action are all acceptable.))

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[loadme]

Hi Rich! Are you busy right now?

I wanted to talk to you about something.

[firewalled]

hey monika!
yeah im free rn
do u wanna meet up at my place or?

[Rich doesn't realize what this may be about, despite the shadow the SQUIP has been casting on his mood for the last few weeks. At least that makes it easier for him to feign confidence and emotional stability.]

[loadme]

Inviting a girl to your room already? You're moving pretty fast!

[heerequeerandfulloffear]

[Jeremy's not sure who to ask questions from here. Everything is new and strange and somehow Jeremy has already made enemies. Once he's finally decided that he should ask someone for help, he spends a good twenty minutes fretting over his options and, once he's decided to ask Rich, he spends some time awkwardly messing around with his watch for the most appropriate venue of communication.

Look, Jeremy doesn't do well with unknown variables.

Yeah, they live together now, but Jeremy's not going to just barge in to start interrogating Rich about strange fog.]

Hey, Rich. It's Jeremy. Hi. Do you mind if I come in and talk to you for a sec?

[firewalled]

[Considering the options Jeremy has for people to confide in, Rich shouldn't be a bad option. Of course Michael is his Player 1, but he's new to this place too, and both of them are obviously still adjusting. Justine is an option too, but she's a girl, and since when can Jeremy talk to girls?

Rich would be the best option, as both someone from home and someone who has more experience with this place. There's just... a little issue Rich is facing, but he doesn't exactly want to worry Jeremy more.

After some fumbling, Rich eventually realizes his talons are too thick to type with now, so despite the confusion it might cause, he decides to respond with voice.]

Jeremy, yo. You can come in if you want...

[Is his voice lower? That's probably just Jeremy's imagination, right?]

[heerequeerandfulloffear]

[Jeremy absolutely notices the voice thing--mostly because he used to artificially deepen his voice all the time. It's something he pays attention to. He's getting weird vibes, but he's 45 minutes into this plan... and besides, Rich is one of the safest people here.

He knocks on the door anyway, then opens it slowly and pushes his head in.]

Rich? Is everyth--You all good?

For Michael and Justine - intro continuation

[firewalled]

Justine was right when she guessed Rich was at the house. After the business with Dorchacht, he's been content to spend some time resting and recovering, trying to get himself back up to his regular level of enthusiasm.

Of course, that doesn't mean he isn't completely antisocial. When he hears Justine talking and smells the aroma of hot cocoa, he pulls himself away from his reading. Justine must be entertaining a guest, and he may as well go see who it is...

When he walks down the stairs and sees that telltale red hoodie, he almost believes he's hallucinating. He sees that bobbing head of fluffy hair and hears the tinny sound of music and nearly misses a step as he rushes the rest of the way down the stairs.

"Michael? Michael, is that seriously you?" He actually came... that dream wasn't just a dream then! He runs over to his side, but hesitates before throwing his arms around him.

[twoplayergay]

Michael is starting to pull his headphones back off to ask Justine what she's on about when he hears feet thumping rapidly down the stairs.

He should expect Rich, since Justine told him that he'd be there, but still it feels like a surprise, Michael's heart squeezing tight for a moment, especially at the look on Rich's face.

"Yeah, dude, it's me. This place is fuckin' weird." Oh... that hesitation. Michael reaches up and grabs Rich, dragging him down onto the couch so Michael can throw an arm around his shoulders. "I won't disappear if you touch me, dude, promise."

backdated to modranicht;

[wiggleon]

[There's no way Aziraphale was not giving this gift in person, so have him knocking at Rich's door with a big grin on his face and a gift inside the prettiest bag he could find.]

i have no idea what to expect but i'm sure it's going to be delightful

[firewalled]

[It takes a few minutes for Rich to open the door, and when he does, his outfit is dusted with flour, a bit of batter on his nose. He appears to be a little bit late on the Modranicht preparations, but he beams when he sees Aziraphale.]

Hey! This is a surprise!

[He looks at the bag, flushing softly, but hell, maybe that's not for him. Don't get too eager. He steps aside to let Aziraphale in.

Modranicht gift

[thejoyrider]

[The package left on his doorstep contains a plate of homemade cookies from Marie and a fresh lily flower.

“Happy Holidays! We are not friends yet but I hope we can become friends in the coming year.” is what the attached note says]

[firewalled]

[It takes some time, but after asking around with some of his other friends, Rich finds out where Marie lives, and he decides it's only fair that he pay her back. So she's left with a basket of pastel coloured macarons on her own step, along with a thank you note.

"Dear Marie,
Thank you for the well wishes! Come see me at Diplomatea and maybe we can chat someday. I'll buy you a tea."]

12/25

[showsnopiety]

[What's this? Looks like Rich's got a gift! And they're gloves? And...inside of it, it's been lined with Caren's fur?

At least it's been washed!]

[firewalled]

[As... odd as it is to consider wearing the fur of a friend of his, Rich does find the gloves extremely soft and warm during the difficult winter. Plus they hold up against his talons!

A day later, Caren receives a thank you in the form of a tray of pink macarons, complete with raspberry filling. They're homemade, so they're a little cracked around the edges, but they're still good. It's adorned with a ribbon, either for her hair or tail, but it seems to be up to her where she'd prefer to put it.]

[wiggleon]

[Aziraphale chuckles at Rich's reaction to the jumper.] I'll be frank, I just thought the little animal was quite funny. You're plenty good already, my dear boy- though I suppose that's for our own definition of 'good'.

[No more pretending to be good, no more doing what they were told was the best thing to do. They'll do what feels right, what they know is right.]

And yes, it is. I'm not sure if the flavour is right, I was never one for that kind of drinks, you see. And I am still not quite sure how it's supposed to work against the Squip. But you asked me a favour, all those months ago, and I can finally deliver.

Text, backdated to like...14 hours after Rich's death

[karmacomecalling]

[he'd left him in a still standing corner of Quibit house, wrapped in a duvet atop a bed. He couldn't do more than that until after the mayhem was over. He'd needed to make sure everyone else was okay. He'd needed to help.

He'd needed to not think.

But along the way, he learns something most curious. The first chance he gets Yakko whips out his phone, chest tight, throat thick. There's even sweat at his brow. Please, please, please...]

RICH!!!!

[firewalled]

[Rich wakes with a scream still lodged in his throat and a splitting pain in his temple. Honestly, a lot of him is still sore, and that's really the only indication Rich has that this isn't the afterlife. If he was a ghost, he's pretty sure his ankle wouldn't crack when he tried to untangle himself from the sheet and stand from the bed.

His phone is flashing with a notification, and despite the faint sound of destruction somewhere else in the city, Rich finds himself checking it first. It's a good thing too. When he sees the username, it's not hard for him to remember who he had seen last, before that thing crushed him in his palm. His throat is dry as he hastily types out a response.]

im here
im alive yakko i promise

[Or at least he's breathing... that's the best he can hope for, really.]

are you okay? where are you???

BIRTHDAY BOY PRESENT TIME, whenever after his party/ies

[breakaleginhalf]

Hey Dance Pants, I found a high school with a gym and some mats when you're up to getting your ass kicked.

[And he'll send the GPS co-ordinates for Rich to find more easily.]

[firewalled]

hey, maybe ur the one whos about to get an ass kicking!
ill be right over tho get set up!!!

[And true to his enthusiasm, Rich pretty much jogs all the way to the high school, poking his head in and beaming when he notices Gil is waiting for him.]

Yo! Geez, I didn't even know this place was out here...

[anthropophagite]

[ one morning, Rich will have a box of pastries delivered to his door. They are Japanese pastries Kaneki made, like Daifuku, Taiyaki, ikinari dango and many different types of mochi.

There is a small card that reads "I hope you enjoy these ones too. - Kaneki"

Enjoy, Rich!]

[firewalled]

[Rich... is the luckiest boy in the world.

He returns the box a few days later with a surprise of his own. He might not be as talented, but he can make a damn good apple pie. There are also a couple of gingersnaps around the edges.

"Thanks, Kaneki! Loved the taiyaki. And the green tea mochi was as good as you said it'd be!" reads his returning note.]

$1ofakind | text | backdated before the doppelgänger event

[placeheld]

So I know it's been a minute since that party but I think I owe you an apology.

[firewalled]

you owe me one?
i owe you one
i was the one deciding to go to a party with all my baggage
its not your fault you didnt know about it

$rowdy

[mandelbrotz]

what is this insane robot talking about?

[firewalled]

its a long story and has to do with a bunch of bullshit robot trauma from before i got here so bear w me

i accidentally touched his paint job once and he called me a bunch of anti-human slurs
when i got pissed and told him he had a stick up his ass, he decided the best way to deal with it was stabbing my leg and crushing my ribcage

so next time i met another one of those weird robots, i kinda freaked out and mentioned that whole thing
and this other insane robot decided the best course of action was to murder the one that attacked me

now im apparently the inciting event for a fucking robot turf war
like helen of troy except without the killer looks to comfort me