OPEN

[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

[czes]

Well how about that.

[Czeslaw smiles, climbing up on the bench next to Chuck.]

...I changed too, but, y'know.

It doesn't make any difference.

I thought about buying a dress or two, but I didn't really want to drag Kenzo with me for that. People would get the wrong idea.

[matereloah]

[She stares at Czes for a minute, very obviously trying to figure out the change by looking hard enough. It's.... honestly difficult to tell, but she chooses to hide this fact with a little "huh" face when she pretends to "see" it.]

Huh. Yeah, that was probably a good call. Man, at least you can pass as yourself. Friggin' beards.

[czes]

[Is there really any difference between a prepubescent boy or girl? Czeslaw's betting there isn't.]

I don't know, I thought it might be a nice change of pace to wear a ruffly dress or something. [He loops his arm around Chuck's.] Won't you help me buy one, auntie?

[matereloah]

[She pushes Czes away lightly.]

Don't call me auntie, punk, I'll put you in a microwave.

[czes]

I'm fine with calling you uncle, it's a modern age!

[Czeslaw laughs, but lets go.]

I'm not joking about this...! I'd call you big sis but there's like what, a twenty year age difference?

[matereloah]

Oh, yeah, that's true. Maybe our dad had a midlife crisis.

[With a press of the metal latch she flips open the guitar case and starts packing up- dropping the pick into the guitar, capping her flask.]

So, do you really want to go shopping?

[czes]

[Czes waits patiently for Chuck to be finished, swinging his legs on the bench.] Sure! It'll be fun.

And you shouldn't be alone when you have to wear lady things.