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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!)

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What the- [She scoots in closer, knees bumping Magneto's thighs, to look, and slips down onto one elbow. As buzzing warmth creeps through her again, watching the light is suddenly even more fascinating than it would normally be.]

That's awesome.

Isn't it?

[It's not smug, it's happy, almost joyful, look, look at what I can do, excited. He nudges a little, a light blue here, a swirling gold there, a green so rich and bright it's beyond any jewel, and other colours appear, not on the system but around them, tiny bubbles of colour and light, like some expensive film trick done with mirrors and prisms, only these shift with the system.]

This has got to be the cheapest acid trick in human history.

[Classy.]

[He laughs, more relaxed than he's been in a long time.]

You should see me with a full night's sky to play with.

[He doesn't notice, at all anymore, but he's growing just a bit warmer from this, a side effect of such a focused use of his powers.]

Oh god, I wish.

[It's much more vehement than she meant- but fucking hell, She misses the night. The moon, the stars. She knows all of their names.

The hoodie slips off her shoulder, snagging on a scratch in a way that can't possibly be a good thing.]

Me too.

[He doesn't notice it for his own vehemence.]

I can't hear or see through the Darkness. The planet, sure, but the sky? It's not there.

[It freaks him out.]

I know.

[It just slips out. Me too, she could never be drunk enough to add.]

[He smiles a little. Part indulgence, part wondering if Chuck really did know, or had once.

He focuses on a tiny nail, and it heats up white hot, burning through his simulated sky.]

I keep wondering it I could catch something floating up there and nudge it down, what would happen come Darkness, if I could still find it.

[But he doesn't know so he doesn't chance it.]

You couldn't get past the Pull.

[She's thought about it. She still feels the walls around her, every second of every day. She watches the nail streak through that little sky, her hand closing protectively around the stolen Jupiter.]

I can hear passed it. On good days I can hear the shore of Vancouver.

[But he doesn't slam against it, too cautious, a lesson well learned from Lucifer's attempt to cast a message out - he studies the Pull instead.]

I thin I could, some day. Just slip through it. I don't know how long that will take, though. I'd have to be able to touch the Pull first.

[The nail flies straight into a star, the real heat of hot metal vanishing into the center of the little yellow star.]

[The nail vanishes violently in the middle of the tiny solar system, and all of a sudden She kind of wants to darken the whole thing. Unmake it and quiet the noise and the light and the tiny violence he makes, as if every star isn't a thousand lives and a thousand deaths. As if it's a toy to play with.

She frowns.]

That's suicidal. You don't know what would happen or where you'd go.

[He'd almost laugh - a thousand lives, a thousand deaths, nature is beautiful but brutal in some ways, and his little comet is nothing more than mirroring events already occurred. He's less a child playing violently with a toy for the sake of it, and more a child using his toys to act out events he's witnessed, ones far too big for him to understand, not that he would put those words to it.]

There's an entire universe out there. I'd manage. Hole myself up in some hidden place away from here, find out how to get home.

If you even make it that far. I meant if you touched the Pull- you don't know what it would do to you. It's what brings us here- I mean, what if it transported you to a completely different world? You could be trapped with like, crab people.

The Pull is what holds us here. Holds the Darkness in too, which is why I wouldn't try to break it.

[He didn't want to dam the planet just to get out. Sometimes he wanted out that badly, yes. But there were lines he wouldn't cross.]

It's the Pull and the Core.

Why do you even think about this stuff? It'll just torture you. We both know you can't get out. You're making yourself nuts instead of, I don't know... living?

[It's a rare moment of candor about this, because normally Chuck wouldn't ever be dumb enough to try to discourage Magneto from doing a thing, and especially not this- not when She needs there to be a way out some day, if She's going to fix Her world. But now, short-sighted concern for Erik's complex mental health takes over.]

It's trying to find a way out that's keeping me alive Chuck. As long as there's a way out, something, I have a reason to keep looking, keep trying, keep going.

If I'm just going to be trapped for the rest of my life, there's no point in it.

[It wasn't anything as simple as 'freedom or death', it was something else, it was needing a cause, a reason to live. Something the Core couldn't just snatch away, like people he loved.]

Leaving someone trapped, wrapped in cellophane so they are always reminded of how trapped they are, how helpless they are to something they can't understand, can't influence, it's torture.

But if I can get out, then, then it's all right. I can endure whatever I need to do to so.

[Every single word of it makes sense and every single word resonates with Her, but She can't show it. She can't.]

Can't you just let go and... enjoy the time you actually have here?

[Of course not. Neither of them could.]

Chuck? Can I shove you in a duffle bag which proves for all your nutritional and oxygen needs and leave you there? You'll get used to it eventually, when you stop trying to get out.

[It's not serious - but it's the only way he can think to explain what it's like.]

[-Yeah, no. Trying to pretend to be a prophet who doesn't get the locked-in feeling isn't worth it here. She looks at him for a moment, then silently hands over the flask.]

[He takes it, and takes a good sized drink.]

And. It's something that can't be taken away from me. Anything else, anyone else, can be.

[She understands, and on an intrinsic level knows that nothing she could say would be better than this simple quiet. Clinging to one thing because anything else is transient- yes. Yes, she knows that. The eternity of holding fast to one fact or one hope for lack of any other light in the darkness; She knows.

Chuck moves closer, sitting next to him until their shoulders bump. When he's finished with his good sized drink or three, she takes the flask back and has a sip that she really really doesn't need.]

[When Chuck settles next to him he leans a little against her, shifting a little to let her settle against him and hands the flask over.]

Any other questions?

[It's warm and easily asked.]

I don't know.

[Warmly as well. She shifts and rolls her shoulders uncomfortably.]

Do you think I could get you arrested for being able to see through my clothes now? I mean, X-Ray vision is always creepy, but now I have the ACLU on my side.

Don't lay on your shoulders if you're stiff.

[It's so off hand and sincerely causal that it's clear he's not snooping.]

Does the ACLU even have holding here? Would they really take exception to my seeing your bones? It's not like they show in the movies you know.

[He shifts a little to lightly tap her jaw as he talks.]

You have a filling here, here, here. I can see the fractures that healed. It's not like clothing doesn't exist.

It's not that I'm stiff.

[She sits up completely, which pulls her away from him, because yeah- laying down is kind of hurting, and she's getting worse at hiding it.]

So what if you have a sick bone fetish?

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