revivalproject | Indictment

WHO: Absolutely everyone.
WHERE: The diner.
WHAT: A decision has to made about threats to the community.
WHEN: After an attempted murder, a chaotic rescue, and an awkward reunion. Now.
WARNINGS: Nothing yet. Mark it if something comes up because...
NOTES: Structurally, this is a mingle, so you can decide what part of this is actually important to you. What you talk about in here doesn't have to be directly Beck-related, but for details about the incident, further organizing, and if you want to determine what your characters might have done/seen/heard in the meantime, this post is still good!

[NETWORK//text @ everyone]

Come to the diner. We have to talk.
If you don't show up, I'll assume you agree with me because you're incredibly intelligent and graceful. The city of Temba thanks you for your contribution to our justice system.

This was the last thing Tony wanted to do. The diner at least felt familiar, neutral--somewhere he could be in control, without having all of the attention on him. Being able to bask in the attention would have been so much easier. As it was, that felt like he would be inviting everyone to really examine the cracks in the armor. They were here because he had already lost control.

As if that didn't already feel enough like an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting, Tony found himself standing in a circle of seats that he had arranged, the tables pushed up against the walls, and couldn't honestly say how much that had been intentional. He raised a lip, and looked to Felwinter as though he would have any illuminating insight about productive interior design. He seemed like he wanted to be here even less than Tony did. Beck was his charge for the time being, though, and as awkward as it was to stand in his stupid chair-circle with the pair of them, Tony did appreciate having Felwinter there to keep an eye on their...problem. Even if having witnesses to his restless energy made it all the more humiliating. Felwinter couldn't sit on Beck forever just to make sure he didn't lure anyone else off the edge of a cliff, so they were all going to have to survive a little humiliation.

"I think the coffee's done," Tony declared, with absolutely no idea what state the coffee was actually in and readily moving toward the kitchen regardless. "Do you want one? I'll get you one. Do you do that sort of...?" He was still talking, and what Felwinter did or didn't eat and drink might have otherwise been something Tony pushed him about, but he was already mentally in the kitchen and trailed off as he went, flapping a hand to wave off any refusal of his offer or explanation about Felwinter's digestive situation. Maybe he would just stay in the kitchen and listen, let Beck hang himself.

Tony took a deep breath, pushing his sunglasses up his nose and squaring his shoulders, readying himself for a performance.

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Not just friends. Former lover> but very former at this point.

"He seems a very poor replacement for Poe," Reeve suggested, his voice definitely saying something like 'go with the gut instinct to not offend me here.'

"No argument there. I guess you'll just have to wait for the fountain to bring in the next eligible bachelor..."

Richie glances around the room and then clears his throat.

"So. Uh. You lookin' to have Beck put out to pasture?"

"I would say I am done even looking but the last times I have said that have been frustrated."

Which he is vaguely annoyed by.

"I don't believe in an eye for an eye if it can be avoided. I do believe in punishment. He needs something."

"Let's make the lonely hearts club, you and me. Keep us from falling into another relationship."

Richie glances toward Beck and sighs.

"How do you punish a guy when you're trapped on a planet? We're limited as hell here."

"The what club?"

Confusion, thy name is Tuesti.

"Imprisonment would be proper normally. Perhaps we ask the Agrii for help?"

Could they even do that?

"Nevermind. It was a joke. For a professional comedian I'm like surprisingly bad at those, here."

Richie scratches his scruff and considers the other question.

"I mean. Shouldn't they have done something before? People got slapped on the wrist for having a weapon but Beck shoves someone off a cliff and he can just mosey back into town? Seems fucked."

"I'm told I have little sense of humor actually," Reeve admitted with a shrug.

But yes, he feels like there should be more.

"I wish I understood them.'

"I wish they'd give us a 24 hour spa with hot guys to massage us. Or better beds? Either or."

Richie could only be serious for so long before the universe started to fold in on itself.

"Maybe if we ask they'll do something? I don't know. I don't think about them that much. They haven't done much good by me."

"See, now those I can both get behind. Have you ever asked for it?"

He should. He wants to know just how the man manages.

Haven't done good by him? How so?

"What have they done?"

It's not fair really for him to blame them for Eddie. And yet he still does.

"Well. For the first thing, they brought me here. Me. A comedian with no powers, no skills. Nothing to contribute except my trauma and alcoholism so other people can at least know they're not that bad, in comparison."

He counts the items on his fingers.

"Second, he brought my best friend here so we could kiss and get all happy and then fuck him off to wherever. And then they bring him back but without the memories. And then, poof. Yep. Gone again.

"And now they're letting us go all Lord of the Flies with this shit and sure, they can dump glitter on our heads but they can't give us a working jail for murderers? Bullshit."

Reeve felt the same way about Poe if he was being honest. But at least the man he cares for is going home. Going to be happy. Going to be safe. Richie probably doesn't have the same thing he can say about his partner.

"You have been doing that 'comfort other people for sanity' thing. That's not nothing, Richie. People didn't think of that. But yes, it sounds like you've had a bad time of it. I'm sorry. Do... I know not everyone takes comfort in hugs, but can I offer you one?"

Still, he can think about it.

"I suppose I could convert somewhere into a jail rather easily."

Richie looks over at Reeve and offers him a little smile. "Thanks, man. That...that is actually nice of you to say. And sure. Who doesn't like a hug?"

He gives Reeve a firm one and. Huh. That might be the first person who's touched him since Eddie left. It's nice to just have some human contact, surprisingly.

He might just linger a bit.

"Yeah. Yeah, that would work. We can look around and see if there is a building around here that'll do?"

Oh. A hug. Reeve... Reeve is glad for it, and maybe he doesn't mind hugging the man. They both need it. Because of Poe and Eddie. They can just hold on for a little.

"There's a few places I can think of."

Richie shrugs. "If you need help, I can't do much but I can absolutely lug around heavy stuff. Wood. Uh. Other shit. Whatever, man. I gotcha covered."

"Thanks," Reeve laughs. He could as Soldiat first. he trusted his friend quite a bit. "I shall keep you in mind. We could likely both stand to be busy after all."

Richie looks over at Reeve and gives him a firm clap on the shoulder. Solidarity. "Yeah. Both you and I could definitely benefit from distractions. Just call me up."

"Of course," Reeve said, nodding along. He thought maybe he could do this. For Richie's sake he told himself.

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