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[persistor]

Who: red (persistor) & friends
What: catch-all
When: august + beyond, probably
Where: nadril
Warning(s): probably gross feelings

( a certain voiceless singer got her voice back, which means it's time to surprise folks. if you want a thread, hit me up! i'm happy to write starters for anyone that wants one ( if you want to surprise me with a wildcard, that's cool too ). c:

nevermind, i wrote an open prompt. )

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i hate you

[summertimeblues]

[The snowbank hotels aren't so difficult to navigate, but keeping track of who's posted where is trying. Richie isn't expecting company and he's hoping Prior isn't either, but there comes a knock and there comes his name.

Richie straightens, razor poised above his chin.]

I didn't order no call girl...

[It doesn't sound overly familiar. If movies were anything to go by this is the prelude to an impending assassination. "Ridiculous," he mutters to himself, though the memory of that woman and her chloroform rag leaps to the forefront of his mind. Richie looks in the mirror a hard moment longer.

He grabs a lamp. A slender metallic affair that curved like a dropping tear. Should pack a wallop if he can get the first lick in. He doesn't bother covering the wife beater bedshirt or the boxer shorts, but he does wipe the last of the shaving cream from his face. He'd been about done clearing up anyway.

The door creaks open, lamp concealed behind. Richie's brows pop skyward.]

Red? For god's sake, I'm about to turn in.

[She speaks.]

Hey, yourself. What's going...

[His face goes slack. The lamp clonks to the floor and rolls into view behind his frozen form.]

no you don't

[persistor]

[ The diva in her adores the reaction, the friend in her is delighted. From the knee-jerk response to the slow realization that dawns after. It's hard not to smile, the corners of her lips curling upwards despite her best attempts, but after a while she doesn't really see the point in keeping a poker face, anyway.

Then, something thuds behind him. Makes enough of a noise for her expression to shift, eyebrows knitting together as she peers behind him. The lamp stops rolling, but her concern doesn't really lift. Lips thinning, a glance up at Richie, and—

... Is he going to be alright? ] ... You dropped something.

[ Just in case he isn't aware. Just in case he needs to make sure that what he heard is real. ]

you can't prove that

[summertimeblues]

[Hell with the lamp.

Richie's got one more befuddled blink in him before he's snatching her by the shoulders, half crouched to meet her eyes. His own pale blues are blown wide in his pale face, lit with mania.

His voice has gone low with urgency.]

...Do it again.

[He needs to hear it. See it. The closer he gets to her face the more sure he can be that it's true.]

i have receipts

[persistor]

[ — That makes her pause.

Less his words and more the fact that he clutches her shoulders, eyes wide and face open with emotion and — it's more of a reaction than she expected. But then, her reaction wasn't over, and ... in comparison to this, neither was Boxer's. They're not loud people, by definition.

( Briefly, she wonders how Sybil would have reacted, if things hadn't turned out the way they did. She dismisses the thought just as quickly as it appeared. )

So it takes her a moment; maybe two, as she blinks back at him in silence. She's not against what he's asking of her, not exactly, but to be demanded something so suddenly definitely strikes a chord she has to quell. A breath, then— ]

... It just came back. [ Because she knows he'll ask. ] I didn't do anything.

all invalidated at the time of posting this log

[summertimeblues]

[If you were looking for subtlety maybe you should have knocked on a different door.

Her alarm is not unnoticed, but he just doesn't care. Richie lights up like Vegas in all its neon, gives a whoop of utter joy and scoops Red into his arms and off her feet.]

She can tawlk! Oh chilluns, we are witnessing a miracle! Call the papers! Call the doctors! Get the pope on the line, we need the whole congregation singing praise!

[He lets her go, drawing back into the room with a mimickry of an old timey movie cam. He hits her with the Movietone Newsreel Narrator.]

It's true ladies and gentleman, and it happened right here in Old Nadril Heights on the hour of eleven forty-eight! World-renowned chanteuse Red regains her right to sing the Blues. Watch the incredible story in your local cinema this July: Giving the Mute the Boot! Starring Red as herself, Boxer as life-long paramour Wally Doyle, and Richie Tozier as the Dancing Lad!