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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[magnets]

Yeah, yeah, got it.

[ It takes him a good twenty minutes to get all his shit together, stops by the bar to pick up a couple of good stuff before he shows up at the door, raps on it with a free hand. He's got a six pack dangling from his fingers and a bottle of scotch tucked under his arm. ]

[dowhatisays]

[Charlie opens the door, looking disheveled and tousled-haired, but his eyebrows raise appreciatively at Jesse's haul. He likes you, you can stay. Forever please.]

You mades it. Kitchen's through here.

[magnets]

Yeah-huh. [ Hey, he's a man of his word. And he really does like Meyer - Charlie by association too, he supposes - so he's going to make do on showing up. He starts to follow Charlie through the house. ] You get anything started yet?

[dowhatisays]

Would of done if I fucking founds anything.

[In the middle of the table is a few cans of vegetables an half a bag of rice. It's pretty pitiful. Charlie's been staring at it for ages willing it to transform into real food.]

[magnets]

Well, whatcha got?

[ He sets the booze down on the table as well, starts picking up the cans curiously and turning them over in his hands. ] I mean, it ain't a bad haul ya got here. Pretty much all they got in soup, right? Like, veggies and shit.

[ He glances around the kitchen. ] Ya got a pot somewhere?

[dowhatisays]

Around theres.

[He points to a cupboard. Meanwhile he's going to have one of those beers. He hadn't realised it until now, but he's been on ever since he got that damn phonecall telling him Meyer had been attacked. He hadn't had any sleep, brain constantly making him check on Meyer every five seconds. And now, the first instance of someone offering to do something and he feels like collapsing into the floor.

He drops himself into a chair, legs feeling suddenly jelly-like, and takes a very long drink.]

[magnets]

Alright.

[ He starts to shrug off his jacket before he remembers- ] Oh, hey. [ And he tugs out a bottle of oxycodone - did guys from their era even have this shit? - tosses them to Charlie before he slings his leather over the back of a chair, talks to him as he starts digging around in the cupboard for an appropriate pot. ]

They're, uh, painkillers. Dug 'em outta the pharmacy a while ago, [ for his own recreational use, sure, but they're useful now, ] wasn't sure if you guys had anythin'. Figure Meyer could'a used 'em. [ He yanks out a pot, messily, and nods back at Charlie with a shrug. ] Help yourself too, man, take the edge off.

[dowhatisays]

[Charlie glances at the bottle, but fuck it it's gibberish to him. He downs one himself washing it down with beer. He'll rationalize it as making sure they aren't poison before he gives any to Meyer, but really at this point taking the edge off sounds pretty fucking good.]

Thanks. We was running out.

[They only came with so much heroine. Although he's starting to match descriptions and figures this must be the one Meyer told him he sold to. People here do seem less wound up than back home, but doesn't mean he just goes and blabs about what drugs he's got to just anyone.]

[magnets]

[ Jesse gets the pot filled with a healthy amount of water, sets it down on the table vaguely between them. Collaborative effort, right? And he'll make himself at home by cracking himself open a beer of his own, even pauses a beat or two before he takes himself a couple of those percocets too. See? Not poison. ]

Alright. [ Wait, shit, can opener - he digs around in a couple drawers until he finds one, and starts to pry open a can of- peas? Peas. Why not. He looks up at Charlie with a hopeful grin. ] This shit can't be too hard, right? Figger- I mean, I figger the rice'll cook right in the pot, this other shit too. Yeah?

[ clearly we are dealing with a master chef in the works here ]

[dowhatisays]

[Hopefully whatever they end up with won't make Meyer feel actually worse.]

We should put like salt in the water or something, right?

[Cooking rice can't be different from pasta, can it?]

[magnets]

[ Frankenstein soup is better than no soup, at least. Jesse starts unceremoniously dumping these vegetables into the pot. All of them. All the vegetables. ]

Yeah, yeah, good idea. [ He stops, to gesture at Charlie and lean in a little knowingly. ] Makes the water boil faster, actually. Chemistry, yo.

[dowhatisays]

[Oh god, not you too. Why does he surround himself with Brain People.]

Yeah? Don't reckon we got to that before sixth grade.

[magnets]

[ Get ready to have random-ass knowledge bestowed upon you every once in a while, Charlie. The Discovery Channel is Jesse's best friend. ]

Yeah? You drop out early? [ He doesn't sound too phased, just studies this bag of rice with some absolute incredulity. How the fuck you cook this shit anyway. ] Ay, Meyer said he didn't know too much about this shit either.

[dowhatisays]

When I was a kid that weren't considered early.

[At least not in the Lower East Side. He'll be helpful and open a can of mushrooms. They make things better, right? He feels like they should have some sort of seasoning in this but it's not as if they've found a basil plant anywhere yet.]

[magnets]

[ Not early? Sixth grade? Jesse looks at Charlie a little quizzically for a moment, before he goes back to what he's doing, starts dumping some rice into the pot. ] Wasn't too into school when I was comin' up either. Hell, barely made it through high school. Skin'a my teeth. [ He plops the bag of rice down again, leans against the table. ] College didn't work out too hot either.

[ Anyway. He gestures to Charlie again. ] From what I'm hearin', sounds like ya don't do too bad for yourself, though, right? Got yourself some real business shit goin' on.

[dowhatisays]

[College? Fancy.]

Yeah, wes is doing alright. Finding investers and shit, real serious.

[He's starting to feel the edges of the oxy creeping in, and man that is nice stuff.]

Meyer told you about it, did he?

[magnets]

[ He hesitates a moment, eyes going consciously to the camera in the corner of the room before he nods absently. ] Little bit. [ He sniffs and scratches a thumb at the side of his nose before he looks back at Charlie. ] Ya run the cards, I know that. [ A beat. ] Got your hands in some drug runnin' too.

He ever tell you 'bout the possibles we got in the works?

[dowhatisays]

[He follows Jesse's eyes to the camera. Then gets up and tosses a tea towel over it. Feel better?]

Some but he was being real fucking mysterious abut the details.

[Or maybe he just wants to hear it from the man himself. He always prefers first hand information if he can get it.]

[magnets]

[ Well, it can still- hear- Oh well. He'd almost like to see what the guys upstairs would have to say about this shit. ] Meth. [ He watches the covered camera for a moment before he rolls his head over to look directly at Charlie. ]

[ He figures, vaguely, that Charlie knows just about the product as Meyer does, so he summarizes as briefly as he can, ] Ya can make it. All synthetic, ain't like most'a your other dope. [ Spoon, he needs a spoon, and he snatches it briefly out of the same drawer as the can opener, stirs at the pot. ]

And I can cook it. [ He shrugs a shoulder. ] I can cook it real fuckin' good. [ Guardedly, he looks at Charlie again. ] Meyer wants to learn, says we ain't doin' anything 'less you're involved.

[dowhatisays]

[The idea of making dope, just outta thin air as far as he can tell, is a little over Charlie's head. But if he's got Meyer convinced, he'll believe it.]

'course he wants to learn. Finger in every fucking pie, that one.

[He takes another long drag on his beer, ostensibly to think.]

Sos you can make this shit here? Got everything you needs?

[magnets]

Well- [ And he drops the spoon, leans forward on the table again. ] No. Gotta lot of it. Sorta. Short supply'n all. It's the equipment that's the big problem. Ain't got none'a the cookware we need here. Need, like, the flasks, the burners, the- the respirators. That's what I'm workin' on.

Meantime, I can at least teach 'im the basics. The process, what he should be expectin' if we ever can get the cook up and movin'. [ Well. He pauses again, glances back into the house, the direction where he assumes the bedrooms are. ] Once he's ready for it, anyway.

[dowhatisays]

Yeah.

[He glances towards the back of the house, too. He'll check on him, soon. He can't go too long without double-checking he's still breathing.]

You make a list of the shit you need. I'll see what I can finds.

[magnets]

Yeah?

[ He was, after all, dubious about what kind of part Charlie would play in all this - gathering supplies, that'd be a big help, definitely pulling his share. He's hesitant to be excited about this, but it comes out in a bit of a grin. Having something to do here, it'd be more of a help than he can really gauge. And it's not going to be like home. It's quieter here. Nobody's gonna get killed over this shit, not over his dead body. ]

I'll write somethin' up for you. Market, I know that ain't exactly gonna be somethin' real big here, but it's- still somethin' possible, right? Somethin' to do.

[dowhatisays]

[Going out and talking to people has always been his contribution. It could be finding investors or moving product or in this case, pounding the pavement for whatever shit people might have in their attic. It's familiar for Charlie, something he knows he's good at. And familiar feels real fucking good in this place.]

I'm gonna check on Meyer. Keep an eye on the fucking soup, yeah?

[magnets]

Yeah, yeah, go 'head, man. I think we got this soup shit down.

Tell 'im to hang in there for me, huh? [ Even if he's a fuckin' idiot for going out in the damn woods. ]