poly_chromatic | audio-filtered to charlie's friends

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firestarter - charlie mcgee

audio-filtered to charlie's friends

[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!]

Threaded | Flat

[Trade, huh? So that's how it was possible. Ken's going to look up more on trades in his own time, rather than ask Charlie about it.]

I want to thank whoever did it as well. That was very kind of them.

And you seem to be making the most of it. [Yeah, he hears the familiar noises.]

[Trade...

Oh.]

You're cooking.

[Which is basically his way of saying oh, you're back to normal.]

So, if I told you it was me, what would I get?

Someone traded you, a person, as if you were a baseball card or a draft pick or something? Ohmigod is there an underground slave trade thing going on here because I was just thinking this might be a pretty cool place and now... ohmigod.

You alright there, pretty girl?

[So she knows, yeah, she's not hearing things.]

That's awesome. But one thing, what do you mean by trade? What's this trade stuff?

[ She found you dead. But, she's found the dead before. She's killed. She's surrounded by death. So, she's not going to talk about that, ask if Charlie's alright or anything of the sort. Instead, she's going to focus on that chopping. ]

What's for lunch?