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[charring]

[The video feed will show Charlie sitting on a bench in the gardens, one arm across her stomach and the other propped on the armrest, hand over her eyes. Of all the curses the girl has been hit with, this one just pushed her too far out of her comfort zone.

What exactly had she been wearing? What had she been saying?! Her entire life has been spent trying to not stand out and while it's ridiculous for her to try to continue that habit here, she still liked her jeans and t-shirts and her black AllStar sneakers and the lack of make-up. It was all her. Corsets? Not her.

Anyway, she's in Xanadu, back in her jeans and t-shirts and still feeling highly uncomfortable, like she's still showing too much skin or something. She notices the video is running and switches to audio because no. Not right now.]

I feel like, after yesterday, I should bury myself under a mountain of blankets and hide for a while because that was really ridiculous. [Way too much attention for her liking. Way too much.]

Stephen? Do you mind if I borrow a sweatshirt or something?

[Her thinking is it's twice her size and therefor perfect to hide in.]

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[charring]

It was all hideous. I ended up swaggering around town with a vampire who lives in my building and is the biggest asshole ever on my arm because he was also sexy and apparently I thought having him around made me even sexier.

Hideous, hideous day.

[totallyinaband]

Yeah... you didn't happen to go to our gig last night, did you? Because I think I might have been shirtless. And dancing. And someone was probably recording.

[charring]

I crashed another party. Because it sounded like something sexy people would do. No offense. I'd have been there otherwise.

[totallyinaband]

Don't be sorry. The fewer number of people who saw it the better. I have a feeling Curt's going to give me crap about this for a month.

[charring]

I met Curt yesterday. [Finally! A highlight! Sorta.] Hey, what are your plans for today?

[totallyinaband]

Yeah, apparently he was going around encouraging everyone to take their clothes off.

Hiding? And possibly 12 hours of Left 4 Dead and Fallout.

[charring]

Oh, jesus. That sounds like a good day. Mind some company?

[totallyinaband]

Company would be awesome. And I have to bring you that sweatshirt anyway.

[charring]

I'll be home. And thank you for the sweatshirt.

[totallyinaband]

[He shows up half an hour later with a University of Toronto sweatshirt, all zombie-killing games in their collection, a frozen pizza (homemade, of course), and a sizable tub of neopolitan. He's back in one of his over-sized flannels and ratty jeans.]

Ready to slaughter some mutants?

[charring]

[Charlie's decided baggy pajama bottoms and a large t-shirt is the way to go. She helps bring stuff in, pulls the sweatshirt on and then gives him a hug.]

Oh, absolutely. Sounds like just what we need.
Yes, I am.

[totallyinaband]

[He gives her a tight squeeze back. It looks like she needs it. And maybe he needs it a bit, too. He kicks his boots off and heads for her console.]

Do you wanna be crazy and have ice cream before pizza?

[charring]

Life is short; eat dessert first. That's totally my motto.

[She's settled on the couch, grabbing one of the blankets off of the back and wrapping herself up in it.] And you'll be happy to hear the console is sand free.

[totallyinaband]

Good.

[He tosses her a console and settles next to her, stealing a few blankets for himself.]