[Thankfully for everyone else, the mix-up did not actually affect Richie and Eddie’s room assignments. Even if it did Richie’d have snuck over to Eddie’s room anyway, but thankfully no one else is going to have to contend with the Richie and Eddie Variety Hour for the whole weekend.
However, in the chaos of moving their bags in, it can be very easy for a distracted kid to pick up the wrong bag completely by accident. So if you found yourself with a bag full of comic books, potato chips, and a laptop signed into a Net-pix account (apparently whoever owns this bag is midway through a lot of standup specials and Galaxy Battles), then in an hour or so, there’s going to be a very loud knock on your door. Open it, and a young boy with eyes magnified by coke-bottle glasses peers up at you.]
Is this yours? [And he holds up your bag. It’s been opened, but everything’s still there.] Because I know I packed comic books, not—whatever the fuck this is for. Can I have mine back now?
[two: come on in, the fish only tickle]
Holy shit.
[is the first thing out of Richie’s mouth after the employee leaves him and another imPort alone in the baths. One bath in particular catches his attention, mostly because of all the teeny little fish wriggling around in it, and he squints at it with the look of someone who has never in his life heard about baths like this.]
What is this? What the fuck are we supposed to do with fucking fish in the pool?
[And, without waiting for an answer, he sticks his foot in immediately. As soon as the fish start nibbling, he yanks back with a surprised yelp.] That tickles!
[three: 3 am]
[Richie does not appreciate being woken up at 3 AM for a false alarm. He appreciates, even less, having to sit out on the grass with very little to do. At least Eddie’s out here with him, but at some point Richie decides, fuck it, he’s hungry and it doesn’t look as if the place is burning down, so he gets to his feet and slips past as much of the crowd as he can.
Maybe you should do something about the small child that’s trying to walk very discreetly and very innocently past you, yeah?]
[four: wild card]
[if the above options don’t get your interest, there’s always this option! throw out your own scenario, or hmu at robbstark and we can hash something out.]
Richie Tozier | OTA
[Thankfully for everyone else, the mix-up did not actually affect Richie and Eddie’s room assignments. Even if it did Richie’d have snuck over to Eddie’s room anyway, but thankfully no one else is going to have to contend with the Richie and Eddie Variety Hour for the whole weekend.
However, in the chaos of moving their bags in, it can be very easy for a distracted kid to pick up the wrong bag completely by accident. So if you found yourself with a bag full of comic books, potato chips, and a laptop signed into a Net-pix account (apparently whoever owns this bag is midway through a lot of standup specials and Galaxy Battles), then in an hour or so, there’s going to be a very loud knock on your door. Open it, and a young boy with eyes magnified by coke-bottle glasses peers up at you.]
Is this yours? [And he holds up your bag. It’s been opened, but everything’s still there.] Because I know I packed comic books, not—whatever the fuck this is for. Can I have mine back now?
[two: come on in, the fish only tickle]
Holy shit.
[is the first thing out of Richie’s mouth after the employee leaves him and another imPort alone in the baths. One bath in particular catches his attention, mostly because of all the teeny little fish wriggling around in it, and he squints at it with the look of someone who has never in his life heard about baths like this.]
What is this? What the fuck are we supposed to do with fucking fish in the pool?
[And, without waiting for an answer, he sticks his foot in immediately. As soon as the fish start nibbling, he yanks back with a surprised yelp.] That tickles!
[three: 3 am]
[Richie does not appreciate being woken up at 3 AM for a false alarm. He appreciates, even less, having to sit out on the grass with very little to do. At least Eddie’s out here with him, but at some point Richie decides, fuck it, he’s hungry and it doesn’t look as if the place is burning down, so he gets to his feet and slips past as much of the crowd as he can.
Maybe you should do something about the small child that’s trying to walk very discreetly and very innocently past you, yeah?]
[four: wild card]
[if the above options don’t get your interest, there’s always this option! throw out your own scenario, or hmu at