when you cast your spell you can get your way

[measuringdicks]

WHO: Richie and you!
WHERE: wherever!
WHEN: backdated during the event, so around May 10-15. yes I know it’s late, but in my defense have you seen the world lately?
WHAT: Richie Tozier finds a shard, has problems with his powers, develops a deep hatred for wild magic, and also maybe, just maybe, comes out to his best friend.
WARNINGS: blanket Stephen King warning for all the threads, so allusions to violence against minors, clowns, child death and murder, child abuse, homophobia (external and internalized), horror, and other sensitive subjects I can’t think of at the moment. Richie is a character who is v given to bad, off-color jokes, so expect those too. yeah I know.

one: watch me do this SICK bike trick

[The thing about being a paper boy is that sometimes it gets boring. There’s a routine and route that Richie has down pat by now, and he’s been doing what he can to spice it up, like try and see if he can get the paper to bounce off the window (not successful, he broke it). Today, he’s trying to do some cool bike tricks, like: popping a nose wheelie, where the rear wheel lifts upward and you’re biking on the front wheel instead.

Yeah, he’s wiped out a couple times before in the past, but listen, he’s got it down now! Watch him lean forward on his bike, putting just enough pressure on the front brake—no wait no that’s too much pressure—

Instead of wiping out, though?

He starts to float downwards. After a moment of shock, he frantically maneuvers himself so instead of skinning his palms on the asphalt, he lands on his feet, neatly imitating a three-point landing. Then he jumps up to his feet.]

Holy shit, that was so fucking awesome, what the fuck—

[You know, it’s weird. As he’s talking, a fire begins to build just feet away from him. It spreads as though there’s a ring of gasoline around Richie, until there’s a wall of fire burning around him. Judging from the surprised and somewhat fearful look on his face, he didn’t think this was going to happen, and indeed, whips right around.]

Uh, hey, what the fuck is going on here?

two: fifteen years later



Fucking really? This shit again?

[If there’s one thing Richie’s learned in his nearly fifteen years here, it’s that yes, there is always some shit going on. Currently he’s at a comedy club, having suddenly zapped here in the middle of his younger self’s comedy routine, and unlike Richie Tozier at thirteen pretending to be forty, Richie Tozier at twenty-eight just looks twenty-eight. And also kinda annoyed, too.

He’s off the stage right now, having had to explain away the sudden stop to his comedy routine with a curt time travel and fuck off to the bar for a drink. Of course, now that he looks a fair bit younger than forty, he’s having some trouble getting the bartender to even give him the time of day without having to explain the fake ID in a non-suspicious way.]

I’m an imPort, okay? I’m not forty right now because of time travel. Yes, I’m from the future, listen, it’s just—can I have my fucking cocktail now? What do I have to do to get it, blow you or something? [A beat.] That’s not an offer, by the way. You look like a rat had sex with a rotten avocado, who’d want to fuck you?

[The bartender bends over with a sudden pained hiss. Richie blinks at him in shock, before it clicks.]

...oh, god, is it that week? Jesus fucking Christ.

three: be careful what you wish for || closed to eddie

[Somewhere along the way, between the aging up and the ridiculous magical effects and everything, Richie had found a magical thing: a shard from a sorcerer’s staff. Richie being Richie, he’d tried to make a wish on it: for junk food, for the ability to transform into any other age besides forty, and, with a trembling voice, for the strength to say to someone that he—maybe liked guys a lot more, than he thought.

Nothing happened, of course. He should’ve known.

So Richie bikes on over to Eddie’s—tonight’s a sleepover night, and Richie’s brought a bag full of goodies, like toys with imPorts’ faces and comic books about pirates and spies and zombies and a shitload of movies, some familiar like Gremlins and some not quite. And a lot of junk food, too. It’s still weird not having to sneak in through the window and just being let in almost immediately when he buzzes the door, but hey, he doesn’t have to shimmy up a tree anymore, so win-win all around.

The movie starts. Richie leans against Eddie, and absently tears a bag of gummi bears open.]

Want some?

four: wild card

[Have an idea not covered by the above scenarios? This option’s for you! Richie will be all over the place, as both his 13yo self and his possible future version. Alternately, hit me up at robbstark to hash things out.]

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[germhating_hypochondriac]

Of course. 

[Who wouldn't want candy? Eddie takes a handful.]  

We should save gummy bears for my new housemate, Yenh.  I don't think she's ever had them before.  She never had ice cream before either.  I think one of these toys is supposed to be her.  She's a miqo'te, which is like a cat lady. 

[He picks up the toy and looks at it.]

You ever see toys of us?

[measuringdicks]

Like that one girl on the network with the cat ears? Or like this musical movie with the nightmare cats? [Popping a gummy bear right into his mouth, chewing it up idly. Then he swallows.] There’s different versions of cat people, you gotta be very specific when you talk about—

[He stops, makes a noise like he’s about to puke.]

One sec. I think that went down wrong.

[And he bolts towards the bathroom, holding his stomach like it’s suddenly gotten very, very upset with him. Five minutes later, a rather old-sounding voice shrieks out from the bathroom:]

Oh, fuck!

[germhating_hypochondriac]

[Eddie moves back as Richie runs out, not wanting to get puked on.  So many germs.  He puts the gummy bears in his hand onto a plate in case there're the cause.  He glances at the candies and rearranges them so that mints are at the top of the pile.  He then walks into the hall, about to go downstairs  to get ginger ale and lemonade for Rich when he hears the shout]  . 

Richie, Richie!  Was that you?  Is there an old dude in there with you? What the fuck? 

[measuringdicks]

Yeah, it’s me. [Oh, fuck, he does sound old, doesn’t he, he sounds like his grandfather. Richie lets out another curse, suddenly remembering the stupid fucking shard—well, it thought it was funny, didn’t it? It knew what he meant when he said he wanted to swap to another age besides forty! This is fine. This is fine, he can switch back.] Just—give me a second, I think I caught that weird shit going around. I’ll switch back.

[All the rest of the weird shit had worn off in time. Surely this will too. Right? He shuts his eyes and concentrates.

Opens his eyes again.]

Oh, fuck, it didn’t work.

[germhating_hypochondriac]

[Eddie stands near the bathroom door, phone in hand in case he needs to call an ambulance.  Though he doubts the doctors would know what to do for sudden oldness.  Maybe he should be getting vitamins, old people need that as much as kids.  And taking Richie to an eye doctor to get bifocals in his glasses and a million other things checked. Like his eyes, ears, bones, muscles, joints, teeth, heart, brain.  Fuck, so many sickness from aging.  This can't happen to Richie.]  

Try again!  You sound like you're eighty and that's twice as old as forty. Maybe you just gotta try twice.

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[perfectlyhuman]

[ It's a week. It sure is a week, and after spending a day in the same body he had during the last years of that one other world - and lets not even begin to discuss the feelings that arise from that, - he and Dog have been going through a veritable wheel of symptoms. Today, it's colors. Dog's fur, formerly black and white, is now donning shades of orange, and gently cycling through the whole color spectrum each hour. Adam, in a far less interesting turn of events, now has black hair and green eyes.

The boy and his dog notice the fire just as they're heading up the street, and Dog begins barking. Adam, upon hearing Richie's voice, approaches the circle of fire. ]

Richie? Is that you?

[measuringdicks]

Adam! Holy shit—

[He steps closer, then flinches away from the flames. This is new. Also, terrifying, as he is being surrounded by actual fucking fire that just appeared out of nowhere, no wonder Richie looks like he’s about ready to jump out of his skin.]

I’d ask what the fuck did you do to your face, but I think—I think I accidentally set the sidewalk on fire? [He doesn’t sound sure about this. He hadn’t really done anything to cause a fire, after all, had only been trying to do some bike tricks.]

[perfectlyhuman]

[ Adam looks at the fire, takes a few steps to the side to try and find something, an opening, something that is actually on fire, but he finds nothing. Dog looks just as confused.]


Is it one of your powers? Can you make it stop? [ Something that would have been a ludicrous question if this place wasn't ridiculous to begin with. ]