First Smoke Signal

[charring]

[Since shortly after waking and discovering this wasn't a familiar environment at all, Charlie has been pacing in her room in a highly agitated fashion. Her lower lip is occasionally chewed on as are her fingernails. And she's watching the door for any signs of movement. Any sound outside of it and she tenses, hands dropping to her sides as though she were ready for a fight. WHen nothing happens, the pacing begins again. She wrings her hands, she chews her nails, she sucks on her lower lip and after a minute or two of this, she sits down and picks the network linking device up. She turns it to face herself, speaking in an even and semi-calm tone.]

I don't know how I got here. I don't know why I'm here and I don't like this situation at all. The last time I was in a situation like this I lost everything and burned the place to the ground without so much as a second thought. That seems like something we'll want to avoid, honestly, so if someone could please tell me where I am and how I got here and how I can leave, we can avoid any and all unpleasantness. And if this is those dumbasses from The Shop...really, guys? Really? You didn't learn from the last time you tried this on me?

[She scoffs, shaking her head.] Honestly. I'd love to see the job application and hiring process and job application to become an agent of the U.S.D.S.I.

[With that, the device is set down again and Charlie puts her face in her hands, shaking her head just slightly as she says one last thing.] This is bullshit.

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[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

[There's a tiny blonde on the screen looking a bit worried. Her pseudo-not!boyfriend here in the City manipulates fire so she takes what Charlie is saying entirely literally.]

Okay, lets go with less of the burning and more of the dealing. You haven't been kidnapped and I don't know who the shop is but you're in the City.

Video

[charring]

[Charlie turns to look at the device, noting the blonde and the look on her face. It's not one she's used to so she sort of pauses a moment.] Be glad you don't know who the Shop is.

[Though, seriously, that makes no sense since they're kind of a Big Thing where she's from] They're assholes that like to kidnap people.

[Another worried glance at the door before she looks at Buffy again.] Where did you say I am?

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[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

A place called the City. It's got deity assholes that like to...not exactly kidnap people.

Where are you? I'll come be explainy.

Video

[charring]

I'm not sure. Uh...where would I find that out? I kind of just woke up here so...no clue.

[An explanation would be amazing as would someone to talk to about the City.]

Re: Video

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

That door, open it. I don't think it'll be locked and then if there's a hall go down it and so on until you come to something that gives us both more ideas about where you are.

Video

[charring]

Oh. For the love of...now I feel relatively stupid. Back in a bit.

[Blame stress, Buffy. Blame lots of stress. She's usually brighter than this. She's up and out the door and down the hall and a few minute's later, she's back to rattle off her location.]

So...can I get your name?

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[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

[Buffy doesn't blame her. She did some shock and stupid when arriving here.]

On my way. Oh, sorry, I'm Buffy Summers. What's your name?

[valentineluke.livejournal.com]

'Burned' as in 'arson'?

[charring]

Burned as in they pissed off a pyrokinetic in a big way.

[valentineluke.livejournal.com]

Are you a mutant?

that was for a different thread *Facepalm*

[charring]

If that's the term for me, yes.

[valentineluke.livejournal.com]

Are there other mutants in your world?

[charring]

Why do you ask?

[inmyothertights]

Yeah lets avoid any burning down of stuff, thanks.

[charring]

I don't want to burn anything. [And despite what she said a little bit ago, she really doesn't.] I just don't much care for being kidnapped.

[inmyothertights]

No one does. Sorry about this.

[charring]

Don't be.

What's your name?

[inmyothertights]

Billy Kaplan. Yours?

[charring]

Charlie McGee.

so backdated it hurts I'm sorry

[orangetoughguy]

Are you makin' some kind of threat?

fff backdating, handwave and slowtime are some of my favorite words. don't worry.

[charring]

Depends on who's listening. If it's the Shop, certainly.

[She doesn't sound convinced of this, though. She just sounds tired and stressed and worried. Hardly the voice of someone about to do anything. If this is the Shop, they probably want something from her. She just wants to know what. So far, though, she's not actually sure.]

OH YAY 8)

[orangetoughguy]

We got a lot of shops here. You wanna help a guy help you out by gettin' just a little more specific?

[He sounds casual and calm so far but Orange is digging through his film culture memory bank.]

[charring]

The Shop is a nickname for the U.S Department of Scientific Intelligence, though I don't think I can vouch for the 'intelligence' part. They're a bunch of idiots who can't get a damn thing right. They're fond of tampering with things that shouldn't be tampered with.

[orangetoughguy]

Oh. [Oh.] Still never heard of'em but now I'll know if they move into town.

[charring]

If a one eyed man named John Rainbird shows, don't trust him if he's trying to be your friend. He's an ass and a liar. And especially don't trust a man named Hollister. He's also worth avoiding.