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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

[magnetic_magpie]

[He grins, all pride.]

You described it and I made it.

[He looks away.]

My family were jewelers Chuck. I've done this type of work before.

[matereloah]

[She nods with a fairly pleased sturgeon face.]

Nice.

[Another look at the amulet, and she goes to the open driver's door, leans in, and hangs it from the rearview mirror.]

There. It's perfect.

[She closes the door hard and beckons Erik over, lazily climbing onto the hood to chill.]

Which pretty much makes this Miller Time.

[magnetic_magpie]

Glad you approve.

[He snags one of the mechanic's stools, pumps it higher and sits, leaning with his back against the grill of the Impala.]

Hopefully you only mean Miller figuratively or I'm afraid I'll be honour bond to educate you in beer.

[matereloah]

[Chuck is already perched on top of the hood, backed up over halfway to the windshield. But just for that, she reaches down with her foot and nudges the back of his head obnoxiously.]

You know what- maybe I did mean literally.

[magnetic_magpie]

[He just lightly pins her foot with his head.]

You'd have to pay for the beer.

[matereloah]

[She makes a disgruntled noise and tries to pull her foot free, bracing her hands on the hood.]

No problem. I make the big bucks now.

[As manager. Yes.]

[magnetic_magpie]

[He keeps it for a moment, then lets go suddenly.]

Do you now?

[matereloah]

[SCREECH she falls flat on her back with a dignified thud.]

You know what, not cool. One of these days I might just snap.

[magnetic_magpie]

[He laughs, scooting and turning halfway to look over the hood at her, giving her the most innocent look ever. Except for that impish gleam in his eyes.]

Oh really now? At me?

[matereloah]

[As soon as she's up properly, Chuck spies that look and instinctively draws her legs closer, out of his reach. Ish. Never mind that, pay more attention to the sarcasm all over her face.]

Yeah. Maybe. I don't know, I think I could take you.

[magnetic_magpie]

[Oh come on. Don't you trust him?]

Doubt it.

[matereloah]

[NO.]

I can drink you right under the table. That means I'm awesome at fighting, too.

[magnetic_magpie]

[BUT WHY.

Also: laughing.]

No it doesn't.

[matereloah]

Didn't anyone tell you the rules of drunk?

[ d u h this is simple stuff]

[magnetic_magpie]

I think Europe has different rules.

[Utterly mock serious.]

[matereloah]

Well, if you count Imperial pints and gays on scooters.

[magnetic_magpie]

I'm more thinking those who brew beer which is a suitable replacement for food.

[matereloah]

[She shrugs and waves her hand dismissively, clearly rejecting the very idea of Europe.]

As great as that sounds, Europe is way the hell out there.

[magnetic_magpie]

[He reaches over, flicking her foot.]

It's Canada. More European than American.

[matereloah]

[She backs up a few inches.]

This place hasn't talked to Europe since the Garfield Administration.

[magnetic_magpie]

[He snags a lace loop with his thumb, making a tutting sound.]

Are we really going to take timelines and connections to the wider planet? Because I have math and I can hut you with it.

[matereloah]

[She gives him a slightly odd look, raising an eyebrow. And of course, snark.]

Man, math's the reason I failed out of Starfleet. Do we have to?

[Pulling her foot away from him and scooting up the hood a good ten inches.]

[magnetic_magpie]

[Whaaaaaaaaaat?]

You brought it up.

[He just scoots up a bit, leaning on the hood more.]

[matereloah]

[Chuck resolves this by backing up to the windshield so she can rest her ass comfortably against some kind of incline, and sitting Indian-style.]

I'm sorry, but all statements must be submitted in writing.

[magnetic_magpie]

[Fine, powers work anyway. He can magnetize shoes to the car. Good luck moving those feet.]

I abolished paperwork on Genosha and as a foreign ruler you need to respect my customs.