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[charring]

[Charlie has a broom in her hand and she is sweeping the floor of her apartment building, frowning. The device is at an odd angle on the kitchen counter, probably haphazardly put there and she's unaware it's recording.] Jesus, it's everywhere.

[Whatever she's just swept up is swept into a dustpan, Charlie crouching and disappearing from view to do so. When she's up again, she notices the device recording and she shows the dustpan full of sand.] Really? It was in my bed this morning. And my shoes.

[A sigh, a small shake of her head and she looks at the floor again. Something makes her smile and she picks the device up, pointing it at her cats. They're playing with the sand, batting it around and rolling in it, as little as there is.] At least someone in this apartment is having fun with it.

[Feed ends.]

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[ video ]

[yourbestguysgun]

Y'should try findin' sand in your holster, that's real fun.

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[charring]

I can only imagine. The cats seem to enjoy it, though. Petrichor, especially.

[ video ]

[yourbestguysgun]

Yeah, did you get a new one? [ It shows how bad Bucky's been at paying attention lately. ]

[ video ]

[charring]

Yep! Petrichor is the small, storm-cloud looking one who keeps trying to climb Hypnos' head. [See? She's turned the camera towards the cats again. Hypnos apparently gives no fucks towards what the smaller cat is doing and is holding still.]

[withloadedguns]

It's just sand.

[You people. You have no idea.]

[charring]

Yeah, but it was in my toothbrush and my shampoo.

[Oh, just let her whine. She hardly ever goes to the beach. This is weird for her.]

[withloadedguns]

It'll come out.

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[sempreadagio]

It's showing up in the weirdest places. My mascara tube had sand in it today. Luckily, I had a spare.

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[charring]

Shampoo and toothpaste, here. I almost gagged. What a weird feeling.

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[sempreadagio]

Yeah, sand in the mouth, not cool. I wonder what's happening... like what's the end game, you know?

[video]

[ruthless_hunter]

You too, huh?

[video]

[charring]

Yep. The cats are having fun.

[video]

[ruthless_hunter]

At this rate, I'll have to start my own glass business.

[godofabs]

This curses are quite strange, Charlie.

[charring]

Just a bit, yea. I keep finding it in cups and have to rewash them over and over. This is annoying.

[godofabs]

Are there any leaks?

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[threeolives]

Sand got into the one pair of Louboutin's Pepper was wearing when she arrived and it won't come out. Therefore: shopping. As she walks from her building to the shops, she explores her device and witnesses poor Charlie's struggle. ]

I hear you on the shoes. Makes walking a real pain.

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[charring]

I have two pairs of shoes, grand total. One pair, filled with sand. The other pair are kind of falling apart. This won't end well, I can see it now.

I'm Charlie.

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[threeolives]

Well you've got my current collection doubled. [ Oh, how she misses her walk-in shoe closet back home. So many beautiful heels. ]

Pepper Potts. Sounds like you could use some retail therapy.

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[socoolbrewster]

As long as it leaves my curtains alone I don't see what the big deal is.

I think your cats think they're chinchillas.

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[charring]

You check your entire apartment, Ed? Your fridge? It's everywhere.

And I wouldn't be surprised if this were the truth about Petrichor. He's kind of an idiot.

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[socoolbrewster]

I sleep in dirt to begin with, and if anything in my fridge manages to go bad before I drink it I'll actually be surprised. The only thing I really care about on that front's the microwave anyway, and it's been doing damn good so far.

[The scenery around him changes as he starts heading across the room to check it again -- just to be sure -- except he kind of...stops for a moment before changing his path. Floor, what are you doing, why do you have a crack.]

Most people name their cats things like "Charcoal" or "Pete". Just putting that out there.

[leathered]

Just enough to itch, seems like.

[charring]

Yep. But, like I said, the cats are enjoying it so at least someone's happy with it.

[leathered]

Ill wind that blows no one any good, as they say. A bit tame, really, after this weekend.