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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!)

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[Friday night Purgatory]

[mediumdrip]

[The whole week leading to this event Blaine has been planning a weekend out with Kurt. They were planning on going away to a hotel and making the most of the spa there. If Chuck was ever alone with Blaine during that time, he likely had to deal with the teenager gushing a bit about how great the massages were going to be.

It's the Friday before he's supposed to head out on this nice romantic get away though, and he's not talking about it anymore. When he's not on stage or in front of customers, he's quiet, a little subdued.

The fact that his boyfriend has suddenly been made a girl might have something to do with it.

When he has a moment to find Chuck in his female form, he manages a small smile for him though.]

Careful, might want to save some of that for the customers, boss. [He's teasing very lightly, talking about the drunk that Chuck is downing.]

[matereloah]

[Without. Even. Putting the drink down.]

I could fire you, you know. [Pulling the glass away with a slight appreciative hiss.] The ACLU can't get me here.

[mediumdrip]

You could, but you'd feel guilty.

[matereloah]

Eh.

[She shrugs good-naturedly.]

I don't know. Usually I can drink enough to keep the guilt from setting in. I've already exploited minors for artistic profit, what's wrong with firing them?

[mediumdrip]

Then Kurt and I wouldn't make bills and would have to move in with you? [He's sure there would be other options there, but he's still going to taunt Chuck with the possibility of dealing with neat freak Kurt and the two of them openly in a relationship inside of his apartment.]

[matereloah]

It's like you want my face to turn to stone. Or at least some kind of soft quartz.

[mediumdrip]

Okay, okay. I'll stop.

So how have you been coping? With the change I mean?

[matereloah]

Uh- pretty good, I guess. I mean, I had to take a day to do the whole "freaking out, living under the couch, poking everything different" stuff, but...

[She shrugs, clinking her glass on the bar surface thoughtfully.]

I don't know. I guess after being in a wheelchair, I don't freak out as much about my body being... wrong.

[mediumdrip]

That makes sense...

[matereloah]

Yeah.

[He downs a little more of his drink and stuffs it back under the sink.]

So how's Kurt doing with it? He was tailspinning last time I talked to him.

[mediumdrip]

[Blaine frowns a bit] He was hiding from me, wasn't he?