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Mickey plus three ([info]plusthree) wrote in [info]we_float,
@ 2010-05-15 20:41:00

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Entry tags:character: charlotte meadows, character: ganesh surendar, character: mickey o'hare

Who: Char and Ganesh
When: Saturday afternoon, May 15, 2096
Where: the group house
What: meetings
Rating: likely PG
Status: private/incomplete

New clothes were bliss. Music outside her own head was bliss. Waking up in a warm bed that didn't have bugs and being able to take a hot shower was absolute bliss. And the best part was that most of them time, they were completely alone here while everyone else worked things out. When she'd woken up, she'd gone through the notes the others had left, put away the mess Andy had left and aired the room out from smoke, then went down into the common room to crank the music.

She danced cheerily as she sang, a hairbrush held up like a microphone as she belted out the lyrics to a favorite pop song, her voice soaring with the music, letting it override the noise inside her mind. Loud as it was, she didn't hear when the door opened, and someone else came in.



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[info]itsticking
2010-05-16 04:49 pm UTC (link)
"You know, I don't remember seeing you at the meeting," Ganesh said, hopping up on the table and sitting on it, his legs swinging. "So Mickey brought you?"

He wondered whether they'd been selected because they were a guaranteed yes. He still hadn't worked out what his role in this all was. Then again, Ganesh thought. You haven't got much reason to say no.

He looked at her features more carefully, trying to determine if he remembered her from the soup kitchen on Pike Street. Most of those he served food to were jokers but once in a while, someone who looked like a nat slipped through.

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[info]plusthree
2010-05-16 11:38 pm UTC (link)
"You didn't see me, but I was there." Char grinned, because this part of things was just a bit fun sometimes. Just a little bit. "Mickey can't help but bring me along; I'm a part of the bargain, just like Jimmy, Andy, and the entire online world. I'm the nicest of us, but I might be biased."

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[info]itsticking
2010-05-16 11:48 pm UTC (link)
He laughed at that, legs swinging just a little higher. "Mickey did seem a little... distracted but that happens." With aces, Ganesh meant.

He glanced down, noticing how neatly she kept her nails. Strangely, it was that which triggered his memory of her--a tiny girl in a bulky jacket. Mickey's jacket.

"So tell me about yourself." He didn't like lumping in people and their partners. It was dishonest, to assume someone was nothing more than another's shadow.

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[info]plusthree
2010-05-16 11:54 pm UTC (link)
"About me? There's not much to tell." Char shrugged, falling back onto the sofa and letting her legs stretch out. "Once upon a time I was a music major at a college in Albany, then Mickey fell into my life," she giggled, because oh, that was quite literal, "and then I started waking up in random places and eventually we were here. It's been eight years since then, and I've been dirtier and hungrier than ever, and I can't go see my family, and I'm not entirely sure, but Mickey might want to kill me. Not that I'll let him." Charlotte's tone was frank, because she had no intention of being erased.

"I work when I can, usually secretarial. I'm hoping to get more time out." She leaned forward and said, quite intently, "Mickey's always distracted. He gets the worst of it, but it's not his fault. I think he needs help."

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