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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]

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

[He's been waiting.]

[matereloah]

[Well, no harm in seeing if he can, just in case, yeah? Whatever.]

Oh... cool. That's good to know.

[Super subtle y e p.]

[magnetic_magpie]

[Yeah sure.]

I can also give a really good massage.

[matereloah]

Pfft. You say that to all the girls.

[So girly. Yes.

But jeez, she'd pay good money for a massage like this if it came from someone other than her best friend.]

[magnetic_magpie]

You'd be the fifth person ever, actually.

[Honestly, but warmly, a clear invitation.]

[matereloah]

Mmmm. [She lolls her head a little, sighing for a moment.] Really? I'm honored.

[magnetic_magpie]

If you want. I'm used to this kind of work, you aren't.

[All with a quiet, smug tone.]

[matereloah]

-This is a pickup line again, isn't it?

[She's aware of the weirdness of this, of the fact that he's a little too close, that her brain is fogging over and they're talking about massage while he's touching her.

A change of subject seems appropriate.]

Let's just do the pain thing first.

[magnetic_magpie]

I don't use pickup lines unless I'm trying to be funny. And then only with people I'm actually dating.

[He was weird about it, he was aware. And yes this was odd, but he was just buzzed enough and just emotionally worn out enough, to not care.]

Sure. Where do you want me to start?

[matereloah]

I got some- uh, they're scratches?

[She pulls her hand away reluctantly and lets her sweater down her shoulders a little, exposing some of her scratches, but there are clearly more vanishing under the sweater.]

[magnetic_magpie]

[He turned, looking at them, trailing his fingers softly over her skin, gently nudging them so the ache stops.]

Feel better?

[matereloah]

[The sudden cessation of pain is almost shocking - in a good way, though - and makes her draw a breath sharply.]

Mm. Yeah.

[She rolls her shoulders contentedly, but the vicious unhealed bite under her sweater catches on a stray fiber and makes her wince. There's a lot more she isn't showing.

Still, she doesn't want to say anything. It'd mess up this- whatever.]

[magnetic_magpie]

Good.

[It's murmured, with just enough distance that he's not breathing it onto her skin.

He runs his finger tips down her spine, the cloth no impediment of his powers, coaxing.]

[matereloah]

[She shivers, eyes slipping shut. This is probably the part where she pulls away or shakes him off, but he's slipped his fingers in somewhere between the inflamed ache and the soothing relaxation-relief and she can't think of a real reason why it should stop.]

Can you even reach the rest?

[There's no reason it should stop, and he should see to the other scratches. That bite. It might get infected, and he should see it. Make the dull throbbing pain stop.]

[magnetic_magpie]

Easily, yes.

[He keeps petting her back softly, backs of his fingers gliding over her back. He knows there's more injury than what he's seeing.]

[matereloah]

You don't need to see it?

[Softly. The fingers down her spine make her shiver.]

[magnetic_magpie]

Seeing helps. Just seeing nerves and blood vessels only show so much.

[He keeps stroking along her back, leaning just a little closer.]

[matereloah]

[He's touching a lot. She wonders vaguely if he would be touching like this if she were still a guy. The answer is no, of course. But it's hard to care with the touching and the closeness and the warm veil of alcohol wrapped around them both.]

I should just- [She shrugs the sweater off at last, getting her arms out of it with some relief. It was getting too warm anyway, and she lets out a sigh of relief at having the itchy weight finally off her sensitive, healing skin. In all her movements, her long hair is falling down her back now and getting entirely in the way, the tie having come off a while ago. She just hunches a little, self-conscious about the bruises, teeth marks, scratches, and that one bite.]

[magnetic_magpie]

[He probably would be, at least right now, between being lonely and the alcohol.

He moves her hair instantly, gently combing his fingers through it, starting to braid it neatly, but not tightly and uses a washer to make clip to hold it up.]

Just relax and let me fix this.

[matereloah]

[She doesn't answer right away. Christ, having her hair brushed - braided - feels incredible. Her eyes close in relaxation, breaths coming a little slower. His knuckles brushing her skin makes her open her eyes again.]

Yeah... sure.

[magnetic_magpie]

[He's fairly talented at braiding hair - or just brushing it. Once it's secured, he trails his fingers over her skin, studying her back.

He traces the worst bite with a fingertip, slowly working the nerves to ease the pain.]

You mind if I wash this? I don't want it to get infected.

[matereloah]

Yeah. [She breathes.] Sure.

[Frankly, if he keeps doing that, he can do anything he wants. She shivers very slightly.]

[magnetic_magpie]

[He works the tap in the restroom, filling a washbasin with warm water, pulling it in, and snagging a cloth with a screwdriver, without moving from her back. He sits it on the hood of the car, picking up the washcloth and wetting it, holding it to her back.]

[matereloah]

[She bows her head forward and leans into his hand very, very slightly. The warm water still feels cool on her skin, but pleasantly so. She finds that she's extremely aware of every movement he makes, every little touch piercing the pleasant fuzz of alcohol.]

[magnetic_magpie]

[He holds it, keeping it warm without it being hot, gently stroking sore and inflamed muscles to relax, coaxing throbbing nerves to calm, letting the water and heat soft the scab enough so that he can properly clean it.]

Still feel ok? Not too hot?