audio-filtered to charlie's friends

[charring]

[There's the sound of something being chopped, a rapid thunkthunkthunkthunkthunk in the background. And the sound of something frying. And then Charlie speaks, sounding hesitant. Lacking whatever confidence she gained during her eight months here.]

So...uh...someone made a trade and...I don't want to know who just...okay, maybe I do want to know. But don't tell me yet. Just...thank you, to whoever traded for me. I owe whoever did it.

[More sounds of cooking and then the device shuts off.]


[ooc: yes, that's vague and if you're not sure if your character is friends with charlie, feel free to ask!]

Comments

[majorcrotchgrab]

A trade...?

[charring]

Someone traded something and now I'm alive again. I want to know who. At the same time, I don't and should probably just be grateful.

[majorcrotchgrab]

That is quite the trade... I'd rather not imagine what someone would have to give up for that.

[charring]

Whoever it is, I appreciate it, as alarming as a deity trade seems to me.

[majorcrotchgrab]

Well, it wasn't me. No offense or anything.

[charring]

None taken