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[paterelohim]

Who: Chuck Shurley and YOU.
When: Friday-Sunday of the event
Where: all over the place! (and Purgatory)
Summary: Rule 63 is fun.
Warnings: TBD.

[Chuck is having a weird week- as is the rest of the city. After spending the first half of the week going through various and sundry traumatizing experiences, he- she decides to get out into the world and spend the weekend basically being irresponsible. Except at night, when she's in Purgatory, doing her new managerial duties and busily drinking on the job.

Friday is for lurking around various bars and restaurants, engaging in some healthy day drinking and wasting money on arcade games. She's pretty convinced that she's awesome at air hockey when she's drunk. Which is a lie.

On Saturday, she spends a lot of the day roaming around the Underground Mall vicinity aimlessly and eating weird bacon-based foods. She might also be sitting in a city square on the edge of a huge fountain, tongue sticking out in concentration as she busily paints what appears to be a... giant invisible dog.

Sunday has her in a park somewhere, playing an expensive-looking acoustic guitar- mostly Simon & Garfunkle, the Beatles, whatever she can remember without too many mistakes. Which isn't always successful. She's singing softly, too, trying to get used to her new, very unfamiliar voice.]


(ooc: A couple closed threads are posted below, but everything else is totally open!)

Comments

[matereloah]

Mkay.

[She snakes around Erik and away, taking a breath of less claustrophobic air before diving into the car to inspect the seats- the exact wear patterns that make it lived-in.]

Everything looks good.

You, uh- got some of the trunk loaded, right?

[There's... a lot.]

[magnetic_magpie]

I have what you showed me.

[Good thing about holograms, he could get a good diagram, though it was only about half the trunk.]

[matereloah]

That's a decent start. Where's the rest of it?

[magnetic_magpie]

Locked up in the office.

[He motions over his shoulder, the lock turning, door opening, and metal crates sliding out.]

I didn't want to have weapons around unsecured.

[matereloah]

And the amulets and all that miscellaneous stuff?

{Heading over there herself to check it out. Before he can reply, she starts rummaging through it and finding, with approving grunts, that it passes muster. Time to-

-wow this shit is a lot heavier than it was when she was a dude, and she doesn't go two seconds before she stumbles back, the strain pulling at the healing claw marks under her sweater.]

[magnetic_magpie]

Leather bag inside the smaller crate.

Careful.

[He catches her easily, a solid, heavy, hot presence behind her as he carefully helps her stand.]

[matereloah]

[Chuck gets up fine on her own, thanks, and shrugs away from Erik with some embarrassment at not being able to lift a simple crate. She rubs the back of her neck wanly, her fingers grazing the top of a long scratch.]

This week can eat a bowl of dick.

[magnetic_magpie]

Eloquent.

[He just levitates it up.]

You know women have to lift differently from men right?

[matereloah]

[Chuck stares at him like he just suggested sending her dog to the moon.]

No? Why would they? That's a little retarded.

[magnetic_magpie]

Women have a lower center of gravity and different upper body strength. For instance most men push a heavy load where are most women pull it.

[Things you learn pushing gurneys.]

Same as the lifting a chair with your head against a wall thing.

[matereloah]

The- [Never mind. Whatever.

She waves a hand aimlessly, pinching the bridge of her nose with her other hand.]

Can you move them over? I think I pulled something.

[She didn't actually but life is hard ok.]

[magnetic_magpie]

[He waved them over and drifted over behind her himself.]

I'm sure it fine unless that is a 'please break out that medical training of yours'.

[matereloah]

Just move the boxes, Grandpa.

[magnetic_magpie]

I'm not the one who strained something lifting a box.

[matereloah]

I'm not the one who sleeps in his girlfriend's fuzzy robes.

[Aka shut up so's your face why are you getting closer.]

[magnetic_magpie]

Those where mine. And I didn't sleep in them.

[Sweet as sugar.]

Not my problem I'm secure enough in my masculinity that I can enough fuzzy robes and heels.

Which are better than cheap cotton boxers and a forty year old bath robe.

[matereloah]

Thrift store shopping is SMART, okay? Sorry if I couldn't make it rain like you, Lil' Wayne.

[Turning just enough to snark at Erik properly.]

[magnetic_magpie]

Who said I bought them?

[Sweetest smile ever in response to that snarl.]

Though I could make it rain iridium if I wanted...

[matereloah]

Iridium? [Deadeyes stare.] I smoked weed through chemistry class for a reason.

[magnetic_magpie]

It's a jewelry metal. Extremely corrosive resistant, extremely rare - at least on earth, one of the densest metals, and probably the shiniest stuff you'll ever see.

[And expensive as fuck. Unless you are Magneto.]

[matereloah]

[Deadpan.]

Kay.

[magnetic_magpie]

Going to stand there staring in awe or finish the trunk?

[S M I R K.]

[matereloah]

[That doesn't even deserve a response, just the most withering look in all of humanity.]

[magnetic_magpie]

[That just slides r i g h t off him. He does, however, hand her the sawed off to prop the trunk up.]

[matereloah]

[She'll just be over here, propping the trunk up and ignoring u. Yes. Yes good.

And going through the crate contents somewhat neurotically, choosing things in no immediately discernable order and tossing them into the trunk just so- this amulet going near the front, this box nestled off to the left. Once in a while she murmurs some order to Erik to not pick up this thing, or to get that thing first.]