video || Day 83

[dowhatisays]

[Charlie doesn't look so good right now. Seems to be a theme with him when he's desperate enough to actually post on this thing. But the welled up anger and frustration about this whole situation is itching under his skin to do something. Like subject the whole town to his dark-circled eyes and ridiculous curly haystack of hair. You're welcome.]

Anyone got a fucking soup recipe or some shit? Like we even got anything to fucking cook with.

I got shit to trade for it if you do got any.

[He gives the camera a glare, clearly seeing if he has any other reason to say anything. Apparently not. The feed ends.]


[ooc: After the 'Meyer getting attacked by a tiger' plot. Charlie is home with the sicky and not happy about it.]

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[voliere]

I can see what I can find. [ She looks worried, though. ] Are you alright?

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[dowhatisays]

'course I'm alright.

[He leans back in his chair, huffing a little and not pouting nope.]

[voliere]

[ >C Charlie, you don't look alright. That gets a pout from Elizabeth in return. ] Where would I be able to find you, if I collected together the ingredients for soup?

[dowhatisays]

House 19. We're near the water.

[voliere]

You can expect me around later, then. [ She says firmly, and then she shuts the communicator off. Or tries to. It still takes a second try, since she's so not even used to how this stupid technology works.

In any case, about an hour from the conversation she's heading to house 19, carrying a bag full of canned vegetables and one small can of chicken stock that she'd found in her house, as well as one of the packs of cigarettes that she'd been keeping just in case she needed to trade for something. She doesn't smoke, but she knows the currency pretty well by now - and besides, this is just as a gift.

She knocks on the door in that same firm fashion, set to deal with the big scary gangsters and make them accept her help. So there. ]

[dowhatisays]

[When he discovers about the cigarettes you will be his new favourite person ever, Elizabeth.

The Charlie who opens the door is markedly different from the one flirting with her on the day of her arrival. He looks tired, and like he hasn't combed his hair in days. Which for him is very dramatic. His usual suit is swapped out for jeans and a t-shirt.]

Oh. You're here.

[Charming.]

Did you want to come in?

[Maybe heavily implying that he's rather if she didn't]

[voliere]

[ Determined, she nods. ] Yes.

I've not much experience in making soup, but I can do it, I'm sure. It can't be hard. [ And she'll brush right past and head to the kitchen. If Charlie follows her, she'll be pulling things out of the bag, setting them down - and holding onto the cigarettes so she can offer them to him. ]

[dowhatisays]

[Dammit. He always underestimates how determined dames are when they got an idea in their mind.

With a dramatic groan he follows her into the kitchen.]

I can't be that easy, thoughs, or else I'da figured it out by now.

[voliere]

You don't have that ladies' touch. [ She says dryly, turning to look at him with her hands on her hips. ] I will do my best, if you'll let me know why you need it. [ Oh, and - she offers him the pack of cigarettes, with a small smile. ] These are for you and Meyer. Where is he, anyway? Does he not live here?

[dowhatisays]

[Charlie stares at the cigarettes in her hand for a minute. Elizabeth, he could kiss you right now. His face cracks into a smile - the first one in days.]

You just saved my fucking life, you know that?

[Without pause, he rips into the package and sticks a cigarette in the corner of his mouth. Then he's riffling through drawers until he finds matches. There's a visible slump to his shoulders as he takes that first drag, leaning back into the counter with a look of bliss on his face. It even takes him a few moments to register the question.]

Yeah, he lives here. He's still sleeping.

[voliere]

[ She looks amused at that, because that's a little how Booker responds when she hands him things. Maybe not quite so much with the smiling, but hey, she takes what she can get, and his seeming gratitude makes Elizabeth very happy. ]

I'm glad I could help, at least. [ She goes back to trying to figure out how to open the cans, because - well. Canned stuff. Canned vegetables, she's never even heard of such a thing. How do you get into these cans? How is this efficient? Elizabeth holds the can of stock in her hands and stares at it, brow furrowed just slightly. ]

Is he okay? Is he the one who is sick?

[dowhatisays]

He got attacked. In the woods.

[He sticks the cigarette in the corner of his mouth again so his hands are free, and then walks over with the can-opener, silently showing her how it works on a tin of peas.]

[voliere]

He - what? [ ... Charlie, you can't just say that and be so calm! Elizabeth registers how to use the can-opener but she's also distracted by the fact that Meyer is apparently laid up from being attacked. She pushes the can away impatiently. ] How is he? Where is he? Is he alright?

[dowhatisays]

He's sleeping, I told yous. He's alright.

[He isn't. But Charlie's looking after him. That's his job.]

It was one of them tigers.

[voliere]

[ She grips at her skirt with a pouty sort of frown. ] And why was he out around the tigers? I thought they were mostly of the woods. [ A beat. ] May I see him? I can wait until he's awake.

[dowhatisays]

Looks like some of thems is moving closer.

[Charlie gives her an odd look. He's slightly confused about all these people wanting to see Meyer. Don't they believe him that he's fine?]

Why you wanna do that?

[voliere]

Because he happens to be my friend, that's why. [ She says stubbornly, hands on her hips. ] Do you have a problem with that?

[dowhatisays]

Didn't know he was being so fucking friendly heres.

[Pause.]

If you don't care about waiting. Dunno when he's coming to.

[voliere]

I don't. [ And she'll grab that can and turn to start making that soup. ] If you're going to stay and give me that sour look, you might as well help me out with this.

[dowhatisays]

I ain't-

[He stops himself, because he knows he is in a bad mood. Normally he couldn't give less of a fuck about who he takes it out on, but he feels bad about doing it to a broad. So he closes his mouth and walks over to the cupboard, pulling out more ingredients.]

We don't got much.

[voliere]

[ The fact that he makes an effort is nice, anyway. She was fully prepared for him to yell at her. ]

I've brought along some things. We just need a pot, and then we can - hm. Throw things in there and heat it. It can't be too hard. [ ... yes that's definitely how you make soup. ] Do you have a pot?

[dowhatisays]

Yeah. More'n one. Go crazy.

[He gestures vaguely to a cupboard as he keeps digging, working out if they have any spices at all in this house.]