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003 || memory share

[threadjacking is encouraged! should be noted that obviously if there are parts Richie was not there for, they’re not shown. feel free to have seen more than one.]

i. the missing poster.
ii. rock war! (trigger warning for misogyny.)
iii. encountering pennywise. (trigger warning for clowns and horror imagery and dead kids.)
iv. twenty-seven years later.
v. that fortune cookie’s looking at me! (trigger warning for horror imagery.)
vi. richie tozier kills a man.
vii. a grief that can’t be spoken.

viii. richie and the immortal woman.
ix. how to impress a jedi.
x. apocalypse on the first day.

+ i. for caleb: r + e.

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[ If Caleb never has to see that fucking clown ever again, it'll be too fucking soon. His face is probably a little pale but rather than looking as afraid as he has been, Caleb just looks whipped. ]

Who was that guy? The one you killed?

[ He pauses and decides to change the subject because he based on the reaction he remembers, it's not like it was a malicious and premeditated crime or anything. It looked like a defense thing and Caleb doesn't want Richie to think he's judging; he's not. ]

Did you ever tell Eddie how you feel? Or at least come out of the closet?

What? Oh. [It’s his turn to pass out memories like candy now, apparently.] Don’t tell me you didn’t recognize the mullet, man. He never changed his hairstyle through 27 years.

[Then Richie sighs, and runs his hand through his hair.]

I came out to him. I haven’t told him about the big gay crush yet, and yeah, I know, I gotta get on that, but I’m taking it slow.

[ Caleb looks confused for a second because the memory came and went and he didn't actually notice because he'd been too busy staring at the thing he remembered embedding in the back of the guy's head. But now that he thinks about it... ]

Wait, Bowers?

[ He shrugs and shakes his head. ]

You can do that part whenever, man. That part's gonna probably take more time. But I'm glad you came out and you can just be you. That's good.

Yep! Turns out he was in an insane asylum this whole time. Who fucking knew, right?

[Not Richie! He’d thought the guy was dead.]

It’s—It’s definitely a load off my chest. He didn’t freak out as hard as I thought he would when I told him, y’know? I kinda thought he might, but he didn’t.

So you were right. He really was fucking crazy...

[ He wants that to be a joke and to smile when he says it, but all he manages is something awkward that doesn't quite make it and the "joke" falls flat when it sounds a little more thoughtful than intentionally trying to be funny. ]

Good. I'm glad. I told you he didn't flip out on that Klaus guy so why was he gonna flip on somebody he actually knows? I wouldn't have, if it was me, anyway.

I think the part where he killed his dad and his gang and then tried his best to kill us made crystal fuckin’ clear. [A pause.] Granted, I guess some of it was the clown’s fault, but the guy was always a shitheel. I don’t regret killing him, exactly, but...

[A tired sigh.]

Shitty as he was, I didn’t exactly want to kill him either. Fuck, I don’t want to kill anyone, I’m not built for that type of shit. But he was going after my friend.

[Richie just shrugs.]

Yeah, yeah, you told me so.

Jesus fucking Christ, man...

[ Caleb winces a little; that feeling's familiar. He didn't kill Damien, but he nearly did. ]

Yeah...I know the feeling. I didn't kill the guy but I fucked him up bad enough that I'm lucky I didn't. So, I get it.

Super fuckin’ lucky. I’m pretty sure if I ever go back home, I’d be fucked, legally speaking. [A beat.] Okay, I’m not that sure, Derry’s boys in blue are famously shitty at their jobs.

[Which is only partly the clown’s fault.]

Anyway, hey, think about it this way. If the guy you fucked up ever shows his face around here, he’s gonna avoid the shit out of you ‘cause he remembers you fucked him up that hard.

Also, since when is Derry home, man? Just fucking leave and go back to LA and shit. Unless you already have a record, it's not like they're gonna have your prints on file or anything, right? So fuck 'em, they're not gonna find that dude's body and think "oh, you know what? I bet that famous comedian Richie Tozier did this!" You're good. Just don't go back to fuckin' Maine, man.

[ Caleb stiffens visibly on the video feed at the very suggestion. ]

Or he goes after Adam in revenge. Or you. Or literally anybody because he knows I'm a fucking bleeding heart. I really fuckin' hope he never shows up here, ever. His power is... I just hope he never fucking comes here. It's like...he can fucking control minds and shit, Richie. He might avoid me but he'll fuck with everybody else.

Force of habit, at this point. [A habit he hasn’t had since he moved away from Derry, and one that resurfaced the second he stepped back over the town line.] Uh. I’ve got a couple charges of DUI and drunk and disorderly. [A pause.] Y’know, the usual “celebrity gone wild” shit.

[Oh. Richie goes a little pale at the thought, having had a small taste of getting his head fucked with before.]

Oh, shit. What the fuck else did you do to piss him off? Besides beating his ass in. Did you like, resist his mind whammy or something?

Oh, well...yeah that could be a problem if they took your prints. Also?

[ Caleb gives Richie a dubious look, one meant to be just this side of playfully patronizing. ]

Drinking and driving is lame, bro, come on, now. You're better than that.

[ Shaking his head, Caleb shrugs. ]

Nothing, he's just that special brand of shitbag, dude. There's a lot of drama around that asshole back home. He's my version of Henry Bowers. ...yeah, no, that's actually a really good comparison, the only difference being that instead of killing people, Damien just makes them into his own personal puppets. I'm not actually sure which is worse.

( Clearing her throat, Lydia lets out a soft sigh. Aaaaaany time these memory invasions want to stop would be great. )

Well...I'll never eat Chinese food again, so that's cool. It's probably for the best; who needs all that sodium and MSG anyway?

It's weirdly refreshing to see someone react to killing someone in a normal way and, yes, I realize how incredibly fucked up that opinion is.

Oh, what the fuck, you too? [He groans, theatrically.] Yeah, I don’t recommend the Jade of the Orient, not only is it loaded with sodium and MSG and whatever, there are fucking eyeball monsters in the fortune cookies.

Uh, wow. Thanks, I guess? Wasn’t exactly planning on killing anybody when I hopped over to the library, but that mullet was truly offensive. [A beat.] And he was trying to kill my friend.

Yeah, that was super gross. And yeah...could be anybody. The thing is, lots of people are remembering things that never happened to them, so at least you're in good company, I guess?

( She smiles a little and looks down. )

I figured. It looked that way, anyhow. A lot of us have blood on our hands, sweetie. I'm not going to throw stones in this particular house of glass.

Would you be surprised to find out this isn’t the first time I’ve had my memories put on blast for all to watch?

[Because he’s had this happen in some fashion before twice.]

Pretty fucked up, though, that most of us here have killed at least one person. I’m not—I’m not judging, either, it’s just—sorta sad in so many ways, y’know?

If this isn't the first place like this you've been, I guess not. I'll believe just about anything, at this point.

( Frowning and nodding, Lydia takes a deep breath and sighs. )

Yeah. It is. I wish I hadn't. ...you know, I mean, I could've done it without killing him, I think, but I wasn't that great at my abilities back then and it...

( She shrugs. )

Anyway, so I know the feeling and I get that you're not judging. It is fucked up and it is sad. It's a shitty thing to have in common with people.

Welcome to being multiversally stranded. Shit is fucked up and all you can really do is roll with it.

[A brief silence. Then, quietly:] Well, isn’t this a great big steaming pile of shit. You lost control, and I didn’t have any time to think of a different plan, and now we got a fucking body count. [A tired, mirthless laugh. His voice switches to Winona Ryder’s in Heathers, dry and deadpan:] Dear diary, my teen angst bullshit now has a body count.

[Back to his normal voice:] You know something? I don’t regret it, exactly. He was a piece of shit who tried to kill me and my friends when we were all kids. But it’s—I don’t wanna be put in that situation again, y’know?

Great, could've done without it. But yeah, you're right. That's all you can do.

[ Lydia actually mirrors that mirthless laugh. ]

I feel the same way. I don't regret it. He was experimenting on me and if he'd gotten it wrong like he had on countless others before me, then he'd have killed me. But I just...wouldn't want to have to do it again, either. Yeah.

Experimenting on—who the fuck was this guy, Herbert goddamn West?

Yeah, I don't even know. Last I'd known, he'd been a patient at the asylum but...whatever. It's honestly actually kind of his fault that I lost control, given what he was doing to me. If he hadn't been messing around trying to amplify my power, he wouldn't have amplified it enough for me to make his head explode when I used it, so.

( She shrugs and looks way too casual for having just said that sentence, but she's from Beacon Hills. Fucked up is relative, apparently. )

It's happening to you, now, Rich...

[ And while some of the things he's remembering make him smile, like the snowballs and the girl he doesn't recognize but who he's pretty sure he remembers Richie mentioning in passing and, actually, beating Bowers and his cronies in the rock war, he could really do without seeing Bowers dying from Richie's point of view or seeing how upset Richie was in the quarry after...

Well. After. ]

So, was the girl with the snowballs the Jedi you were talking about before, or no...?

[ Yeah. Let's go with that one. ]

[A resigned groan.] Again? Jesus. It better not have shown you all the times I fucked your parents.

[He is way too used to shit like this happening by now.]

What? Oh! Yeah, that’s Rey. Did not realize it was her because at the time I’d been dragged out of 1989, or I would’ve been an incoherent fuckin’ mess.

[A beat.]

I did meet Princess Leia, though.

[ Eddie groans and rolls his eyes. ]

Beep beep. I saw the girl with the snowballs and the rock war we had with Bowers and those guys. And then you saving Mike at the library.

[ Richie will note Eddie's intentionally not saying what it actually was about that which stood out, but they both know what he means. ]

Uh and you guys in the quarry. I wasn't there so...I'm guessing it was after you killed the clown.

[ His expression drops and he gives an incredulous huff. ]

Shut the fuck up, dude, no you didn't. ...did you? Seriously?

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