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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]

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.

[matereloah]

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?

[magnetic_magpie]

Ok. Because if you were, I could help.

[Just saying.]

I suppose it wouldn't be any different than someone who has an ear fetish.

[matereloah]

You could? What, with your mind powers?

[magnetic_magpie]

[Snort.]

Something like that. Here,

[He held his arm out.]

Put you hand on my forearm, at the muscle.

[matereloah]

Okay.

[She reaches out slowly, feeling distinctly weird as her hand rests on his arm. She half expects to be offered tickets to a gun show- but it's him, so no.]

[magnetic_magpie]

[Under her hand the muscles twitch, quickly but painless - just like what physical therapy TENS units dud to her leg when it was broken.]

Reliefs pain and stiffness, like a massage.

[matereloah]

[She melts a little, slumping forward against her knees.]

Oh my god, that feels awesome. That's like sex.

[It doesn't take care of all her pain - or even close to half - but it's nice.]

[magnetic_magpie]

[He laughs a little.]

Glad I could help. Anywhere else?

[matereloah]

Uh- nope. No, I'm okay.

[She's braces her hand against the hood for support.]

I don't have anything else that needs any... mind healing. It's fine.

[magnetic_magpie]

If I keep repeating it's not psychic will it stick?

[He's mostly teasing, though he does shift a little to plop his head in her lap.]

Let me have your hand.

[matereloah]

Why?

[magnetic_magpie]

I like hands. They are neat to look at, the way they are put together.

[He's just a little drunk himself.]

[matereloah]

Well, at least that makes sense.

[Judging u.

And also giving him her hand.]

[magnetic_magpie]

It does. Did you hold a flashlight under your hand as a kid, to see the bones?

[He starts running one finger over her hand, over the fine bones and back, playing over the nerves like the world's best hand massage, his touch soothing and warm.]

[matereloah]

[That would be. Melting. Give her a second to words.]

Uh- um. Holy crap, that feels good.

[magnetic_magpie]

[He likes that reaction. He likes it a lot. Magneto takes her hand in both of his, adding strokes with his thumbs or little circles of gentle pressure, to what he's doing with his powers.]

You're welcome.

[matereloah]

[It isn't until Chuck feels him circling his thumbs that she realizes he wasn't using them before. She snaps her head up.]

Whoa, you were doing that with your powers?

...I can definitely see how that'd come in... handy.

[U n d e r s t a t e m e n t.]

[magnetic_magpie]

No, I wasn't.

[A soft smirk.]

I find it useful.

[Not that he's lessening his attention on her hand.]

[matereloah]

Yeah, I bet.

[She just lets her head flop, a soft sound of enjoyment slipping out. It's kind of ridiculous, how good this feels.]

[magnetic_magpie]

You should kick around in a heels for a day and then see what I can do.

[He keeps working her hands, moving slowly to her wrist.]

[matereloah]

Mmmmm. [The happiest moan in the world.] Can you do headaches?

[magnetic_magpie]

[He really likes that sound.]

Oh yes. Quite easily.

[matereloah]

...Can you do other kinds of pain?

[She's juuuust tipsy enough to ask before remembering that she's embarrassed about this, ugh.]

[magnetic_magpie]

Yes. Pretty much all types though some is more difficult.

[He's been waiting.]