003 || memory share

[longoverdue]

[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.

Comments

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[longoverdue]

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.

video;

[sanguinescry]

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.

video;

[longoverdue]

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?

video;

[sanguinescry]

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.

video;

[longoverdue]

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?

video;

[sanguinescry]

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.

video;

[longoverdue]

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

video;

[sanguinescry]

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. )