#signed rick

[asvrai]

Mr Alan!!! And other person..??? -Tw1g

The man holding the barcode scanner is coming up behind another man. He’s talking to him already, as if he knows the other would be listening. “Al, you’ve got a fan club.”

“A what...?” The other man’s voice is quiet, but the kind of quiet that comes from being utterly exhausted. The bags under his eyes lend themselves to that theory.

“A fan club,” the first man repeats, and smiles. He gives the other a wink. “Always remember who’s president of that club though~.”

Seems you’ve found who you were looking for.

[asvrai]

Wait "Richard Jones"? Rick Jones? I THINK MARVEL'S GONNA SUE SOMEBODY!

Rick scoffs. “What, the guy from The Incredible Hulk? Please, I’m way cooler than that nerd.” He stops, musing. “Then again, he’s pretty fine...” 

[asvrai]

It was nice meeting you two in the flesh! I'm gonna go say hi to Mary and see if we can find Kevin! ~ Pockets

“You shouldn’t bother her,” Alan admonishes. “She’s probably in an appointment. Patient confidentiality, can’t have f*ckin’... bots bursting in for conversation. You would get that, right? If you’re security?”

Rick snaps his fingers, as though suddenly remembering something. “Go to the offices!” Alan stares at him in confusion, and he adds, “There’s a stiff up there, in accountin’ I think, who thinks of Ed as their rival? The fella bought some weird stuff, and I asked why, ‘n’ they said it was for a prank on ‘im. Maybe they messed with the potato order, if that’s still a mystery yer lookin’ to solve.”

[asvrai]

Rick, is the pink nerd's name Craig perhaps? ~ Pockets

Rick, already back to work, seems surprised to see another message. He squints at the screen for a moment, then snaps his fingers. “That’s the b*tch.”

[asvrai]

Hello nearest person! We are the new security nanobots; it's our first day on the job. Can you confirm you have clearance to be here? - 🐟

The display on the barcode scanner, still discarded on the ground, lights up again with your new message. The man hesitantly picks it back up to read it, and the tension in his shoulders lifts. “Oh. That’s fine then.” He starts walking, this time away from the pile of boxes, towards the trucks parked by a huge garage door. “Yeah, naw, of course I can be here. Requisitions Officer and all. If ya found me anywhere but here or my office, that’d be an issue.”

[asvrai]

...Rick? The southern-accented lad?

There is a bark of a laugh. “Is- Is that in his file? His accent? Oh my God--”

[asvrai]

People we were looking for!!!!! Hello!!!! -0wl (ps. Love the blog!!!!! Finally caught up)

The flashing from the device as the message makes a few curious heads turn, and Alan coughs awkwardly. Rick grins and finally lets go of Alan, letting the other collect himself. “Hi!” Rick says cheerfully. 

[asvrai]

Mr. Alan, Mr. Rick, you're both so pretty!! ~ Pockets, president of the Alan and Rick fan club

From what you remember - what you will remember? - from 1998, you expected Rick to wholeheartedly agree with you. But not like this. 

“Ain’t he though?!” Rick crows, wrapping his free arm around Alan’s waist. The other man seems to nearly choke in surprise, face immediately flushing.