day 58

[charring]

Who: Charlie-pire and OTA
What:
Where: House 11 for housemates/guests, elsewhere for anyone else
When: Duration of the event.
Warnings: None for now but if things change, I'll edit this.
Notes: If you want hideousness, please feel free to plot with me!




Well, this sure was some bullshit. Charlie couldn't go out when the sun was up unless she stuffed herself in the clothes Tony brought her. As awkward as it was, Charlie did it because she had people to check on and a dumb town to patrol. She wanted an explanation as to what was going on and why and her stubbornness made it difficult to accept the fact that she just wasn't going to find it.

She can be found almost anywhere.

When the sun goes down, she'll be home long enough to drop her extra clothing off and check on her roommates. Eventually, she'll wander back out and be found almost anywhere in town. She won't be poking around people's homes unless she knows them and even then, she'll be nice enough to knock carefully.

She did knock a small hole in her house's bathroom door by accident, earlier.

[ooc: yep charlie's wandering around town. she's getting kinda hungry but won't attack anyone with quite a load of difficulty. find her anywhere in town.]

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[charring]

Charlie's feeling only somewhat better about her situation. She finally found a way to go out in the sun, provided she become a clothing monster. Goodwill Golem, that's what she thinks she looks like. But it keeps her unburned for the most part and that's a blessing.

The scent triggers memories she'd rather not talk about ever. At most, she'll say she can in fact create fire. Which she told her roommates because it's only fair. And then avoided any and all questions about it by changing the subject. She's touchy about it.

And at present, she almost misses that ability. As much as she wants it gone, some warning would have been nice. Now she just feels cold and occasionally lost which is why she's not going far from the house.

The scent of fire catches her attention and she almost wonders if it's Brigid. But it's off somehow. Different.

She tracks it, solid black eyes looking everywhere and head tilted to focus on the sound. When she spots Oliver, she straightens and gives him a worried and almost sympathetic look. Said look is probably completely ruined by pale skin, too sharp teeth, features that are slightly oddly proportioned and completely black eyes but she's trying.

"Oh, Oliver. You, too?"

[bonesandskin]

While Charlie may have shared her abilities with her roommates (a thing which is both appreciated and respected, in so far as no questions are asked from his arena), Oliver has not had to be too terribly open with his own. After all, the fact that there usually isn't a single machine in the house that doesn't glitch in his presence tends to make the point for him and he avoids any clocks in the household for both personal reasons and as a sheer point of courtesy. All together, those facts make the idea of his being a machine himself-- Well, his housemates will be welcome to judge that one on their own.

There's a spark as the sudden and unexpected sound of a voice nearby thrusts the ticking out of sync for just a second and Oliver squeezes his eyes shut for an instant, realigning and very carefully not letting his thoughts set him off again.

"Hello, Charlie." It's not an answer. The slightly disjointed motion of pulling his face into a half-hearted expression of anything remotely pleasant works better for that. "I see you've acquire an- ah- interesting new look, as well."

[charring]

"Yeah. Whoever runs this lovely vacation spot thought I needed a make-over. Gotta say, I don't like it." There's a wrinkle of her nose and a shake of her head. No, she's not impressed with this. She's lacking her own fire and part of her wonders if it went to her room-mates somehow. She wouldn't be surprised. This place and the people who run it seem entirely capable of anything. They also seem dumb and that's a bad combination.

"So...what are you?" She really can't place what he is at all. She just knows he smells of metal and smoke and heat. It's strange. She's used to the last two being a constant around her.

"Did you see Brigid, yet? She's made of fire."

[bonesandskin]

Oliver almost laughs. Almost. Instead, his expression settles a bit more wry, edging toward bitter. "'I don't like it' seems a very good summation of this entire situation." This change is just an extremely uncomfortable reminder of many things, most specifically his past and the complete lack of control he seems to have over his present.

"I haven't seen Brigid, no," he adds after a moment, temporarily side-stepping the first question. "Given your description, however, I'm beginning to think our ever so gracious hosts may have begun taking bets on how long before they get one of us to burn the house down."

Which just leaves the question of what is he to be answered. The fingers of one hand find their way into his hair, making no attempt to hide his combined anxiety and discomfort as he looks down at his own bare chest and the grating and gears that have taken over there. "I, myself, seem to have become something a bit too reminiscent of home. Not quite the same as the monsters I fought, no, but a bit too close for my liking."