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[At first, there's nothing to be heard but Charlie's voice, muffled. And a purring. This could be any one of her pets. Charlie sounds like she's enjoying what she's doing and there's the occasional clank of a pan and the sound of something sort of sticky moving and then whatever purring thing that was near the device climbs off.

There's the flash of white and gray and Phantom is trying to move the device with his mouth. It's still too big so he settles for scooting it around on the floor and there is Charlie wearing a black t-shirt, shorts, her usual sneakers and her hair is tied back and tucked away under a reddish bandanna. She's in the kitchen but everything that she had on the walls, the spice rack with more spices than anyone should have at one time and the retro clock and the pots and pans, they're all in a box on the counter.

The sticky sound? That's a paint roller moving up and down a wall, coating it in black. Charlie has faint smudges of black on her arms and face and she's concentrating. She also looks like she's enjoying herself. There's a yip from Phantom and Petrichor races by, followed by the fox kit and Charlie looks down, smiling.]

You, two. This is neither the time nor the place and---Phantom, you have chalkboard paint on your fur. Hypnos and Sonic aren't even half as crazy as you two. You should take notes from them.

[So much love and teasing in her voice when she talks to the animals. She notices the device but doesn't seem to mind that it's on,carefully setting the roller down in a tray of paint before crouching to pick the device up and raise it so the City no longer has a floor up view. She turns it to the wall for a moment.]

My landlady is awesome. She said I could do this and won't care if I suddenly vanish and it's still up. She said she has someone repaint, anyway, and has seen it all when it comes to painting the walls. Chalkboard painted walls are kind of a bucket-list thing for me, which at this point is kind of too late but whatever. This is fun.

[And the device shuts off so Charlie can keep working. She has a lot of wall to cover.]

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And how is it that, what, people, are undead?

There are a variety of Undead. There's the zombie, reanimated corpses who amble around half-rotted with an intense hunger for the flesh of the living. They only want that. Nothing else. And if you're bitten by one, you eventually become one.

There's vampires. They still retain some human qualities. They can blend in with the people around them. They're less obvious until they're about to feed and what they consume is human blood.

And then there's me. City Dead. I was murdered and I came back lacking a pulse. I also don't have to breathe or eat. I lack a temperature but past that? Not much has changed. As for how any of this works? I don't know specifically.