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[kickassqueen]

Who: Charlie and anyone!
Where: Throughout the mansion
When: Feb 2nd & 3rd.
Rating: M
Summary:After the first day, Charlie ventures out of her room.
The Story:

Once she took one step outside her room, she immediately regretted it. There's a longing look over her shoulder at her door, but she inhales and moves down the hallway.

See, staying in her room, keeping to herself, that's the way to stay safe. It just feels wrong, leaving everyone else to the whims of the mansion and not even trying to help. During the 'armor adventure', as she likes to refer to it, she'd just locked herself up and rode out the event.

Armed with nothing but her brains (and maybe a handgun she asked her closet for - just in case, you know), she sneaks through the halls, looking for anyone else or, even better, a group of people she can stick with.

Strength in numbers and all that.

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[kickassqueen]

"I guess that means if you're here long enough you probably forget everything." Probably years down the line, but from what she can summarize being here for years isn't that far fetched of a thought. "What's this place need with words?"

There's plenty of sayings about words and the power of them, but to literally take them? That's a new one to her.

[seekinghome]

Ed frowns a little as he thinks. "I think that's something people are still working out. The why, I mean. The forgetting everything is an unpleasant thought that's occurred to a lot of us, if not most."

[kickassqueen]

It's ugly business, that's for sure, and Charlie pauses as they reach the door to the library.

"Maybe if someone's here long enough they'd want to forget." It's a little depressing to think about. "Living here for years, not knowing when you'll be able to go home and even then you won't remember anything of this place? There's gotta be some kind of damage to someone's psyche or something."

Not that she's an expert about this stuff.

[seekinghome]

"And then there's the damage caused by knowing that you're forgetting things you used to know, some of which may be friends or family," Ed points out as he carefully looks for Weeping Angels within the part of the library near the door.

[kickassqueen]

Here she thought it couldn't get any worse. Looks like she was all kinds of wrong.

"Fantastic." She says a little wearily, glancing behind them as they enter the library. She closes the door tight before turning around and scanning the area real quick for any signs of statues with intent in their....stone.

"Guess now we've got to search this whole place just to be sure. I don't hear anyone else in here, do you?"

[seekinghome]

Ed's occasionally good at finding and pointing out the depressing stuff.

"I don't either." He looks around the library. "And this place is big enough we could be playing hide and seek and not know it."

[kickassqueen]

She ponders on that one for a moment before deciding splitting up to search would be a Very Bad Idea.

"Okay, how about we take it a row at a time? Just peek down, see if the coast is clear."

It shouldn't take too long - just forever. Better to be safe than an old lady, though.

[seekinghome]

"Sounds good to me," Ed agrees before moving forwards to check the first row.

[kickassqueen]

Charlie trails behind him, always keeping an eye behind her, or trying to at least. Maybe she needs to look for a closet in here, find a mirror.

"See anything?" She whispers this, even if moments ago they were talking at a normal level.

[seekinghome]

"Yes. Lots and lots of books," Ed says, entirely deadpan.

She may hit him now.

[kickassqueen]

She snorts at that, making a face at him before taking a peeking around him down the aisle. He wasn't kidding, which works out aces for them!

"Okay, smartypants. I'm gonna look down the next one."

And it might take her a minute or so to build up her courage, but she manages a look down the next row. "Safe here!"

[seekinghome]

"Good to know," he says, heading to check the next one. "All clear here."

[kickassqueen]

She gives him a nod before checking another row, giving him a thumbs up.

And for a bit, she keeps quiet, relaxing as they check more rows and come up with nada. That's always good news.

"Oh, hey." She spins around to look at him. "If you see a closet in here or anything, let me know. I wanna grab a couple of mirrors and see if I can rig up something by the door. Just in case."

[seekinghome]

"There should be at least one around here. I used one before. Generally when I needed something to drink and didn't want to leave whatever I was working on."

Ed checks the next row and has to choke off a startled curse when he comes almost nose to nose with a Weeping Angel. "Uh."

[kickassqueen]

She's looking around instead of straight in front of her when he comes to a sudden stop. Bouncing off his back, she stumbles a few steps before righting herself.

"Uh, you okay?" It's out before she sees the statue and by then her eyes are already wide with fear. "Crap. Crap! Okay, strategy time."

And she edges around Edward, keeping her eyes on the angel as she creeps by it to get behind the thing.

"Ideas?" Her eyes are starting to burn from the effort to keep from blinking.

[seekinghome]

"Yes, actually." Ed keeps his eyes focused on it as he slowly presses his hands together before reaching to the side to touch the bookcase. Blue alchemical energy immediately races down to the floor and makes a mirror emerge in front of the Weeping Angel, forcing it to look at its reflection. "I do that."

[kickassqueen]

Charlie looks stunned, mouth dropping open when the mirror appears. The angel doesn't move, and she's not sure if she can stop looking now or what.

"Okay, wow. How'd you do that?" It seemed so familiar, the motions and the energy shooting down to the floor. "Are you some kind of wizard and didn't tell me?"

She needs to start a poll around here - who can do the magic and who can't.

[seekinghome]

"It's alchemy, not magic," Ed says crabbily, side-stepping the Angel and its mirror to look for more of the things. "Before I ended up here, I didn't believe in that magic crap."

Or angels--normal ones--, or various other things.

[kickassqueen]

"Alchemy..." She says this to herself as her mind starts to race. The puzzle pieces are coming together and she snaps her fingers, pointing at him.

"I know who you are!" Which is a silly statement considering, yes, she's known him since her first day here. "Not from Wonderland, but before. Home. Fullmetal Alchemist!"

[seekinghome]

Ed raises an eyebrow. "I take it that you're like Xander in that I'm from some show in your world? Anyway, I haven't gone by Fullmetal for a couple of years."

[kickassqueen]

"A show, a manga, some video games and even a movie or two." She's a little relieved he's already run into this. Recognizing folks is one thing, but after a while she's learned that sometimes it's better to keep that kind of thing to herself. "It's been a while since I've checked into it all, so I'm kinda rusty."

Charlie had her animanga craze days when she was younger - usually she focuses on LARPing and video games as the years have gone by.

[seekinghome]

Ed blinks at all of that. It was far more than what he was expecting. "Uh, what? He didn't mention all that."

He's not even sure what a couple of those things were.

[kickassqueen]

"It has a huge fanbase." She's inspecting the angel a bit warily as she talks to him, just sort of rambling off the top of her head. "All kinds of figurines and stuff are sold, too. It was pretty popular a few years ago, but the craze has died a little. Probably a good thing, big fandoms usually tend to get super ugly about things."

She's spent some time in fandom circles. She knows.

[seekinghome]

He smirks a little. "As much as old time alchemists writing rebuttals to each other and printing pamphlets with said rebuttals to get their opinions known far and wide? Reading that stuff is kinda funny, even if the things they get wrong makes me wince sometimes."

[kickassqueen]

"No kidding?" She grins at this, happy to hear that fandom hasn't changed that much from forever ago. "Sounds like what happens nowadays, except it's more shipping wars than anything."

Those get ugly. Deciding that the angel isn't going to bother them anytime soon, she turns her full attention on Edward.

"Before you ask what it is - trust me. You're better off not knowing." Unless he does know, and then she'll just have to give him a sympathetic pat on the back. That stuff is rough.