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  <title> Woodchips, they should have given me someting harder.</title>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 17 Jan 2012 22:35:47 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>A music meme that&apos;s not relevant to a damn thing</title>
  <author>char_he_mcgee</author>
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  <description>So, here&apos;s how this works. Put your iTunes on shuffle. The first ten (or however many) songs that pop up, list here with links to videos in case people haven&apos;t heard them. Let others pick a song and write a ficlet for it. And be sure to let me know if you want your character in it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YFEDTtKaFzU&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hZjRMa7Pmj4&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Stand In The Rain by Superchick&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xvwrCIkjwv4&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Falling by Iwan Rheon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DTTxtneonq8&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;War by Sick Puppies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: Starlight by Muse&lt;br /&gt;6: Something I Can Never Have by NIN (Flyleaf cover)&lt;br /&gt;7: The Cave by Mumford and Sons&lt;br /&gt;8: Turning Tables by Adele&lt;br /&gt;9: I Don&apos;t Wanna Miss A Thing by Aerosmith (Pomplamoose Cover)&lt;br /&gt;10: Party Rock Anthem by LMFAO (but it&apos;s an awesome cover with a violin so shh...)</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 06 Jan 2012 01:04:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>36: action</title>
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  <description>&lt;i&gt;[Charlie was in a very paranoid mood considering how quiet things were in the City. Paranoid enough to need a huge distraction. Something to help her de-stress. The weather was still nice enough for her to go out in but she wanted company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Charlie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabbing her device, she sent out a quick text to any female she knows. All it said was &lt;font face=&quot;courier&quot;&gt;&quot;Girls night out y/n?&quot; &lt;/font&gt; with directions to the bar she was heading to. She just hoped people showed up and if anyone wants to smack her for wearing plain jeans and a t-shirt to a girls night out, do so. She really has no idea how this works.]&lt;/i&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2011 18:24:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>35 [action]</title>
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  <description>&lt;i&gt;[Barbecue pits at the beach were probably one of the most amazing things ever. They were enough to draw Charlie out of her apartment, at the very least. Honestly, she hated the beach. She hated water. Couldn&apos;t be in it for long without feeling suffocated. This was why she had a barbecue pit claimed in the name of &apos;she fucking said so&apos; as far from the water as she could get while still remaining on the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was going. It was currently just heating and she &lt;b&gt;could&lt;/b&gt; help the process along. But she was content to sit on a bench nearby, large cooler nearby with most of the food in it and a book in her hands. She is completely dressed for a day at the beach, t-shirts and shorts over swimwear she will not be swimming in, thankyouverymuch, and a pair of sandals she found in the back of her closet. And she&apos;s completely botherable.]&lt;/i&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 29 Dec 2011 01:13:51 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>34 - text </title>
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  <description>&lt;font face=&quot;courier&quot;&gt; Eat better. Seriously. Not that I want to lose weight. I&apos;ve just been eating too much junk lately.&lt;br /&gt;Exercise more. I&apos;ve been getting lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Use Buffy&apos;s Christmas gift.&lt;br /&gt;Socialize more.&lt;br /&gt;Help Rapunzel with her business plans.&lt;br /&gt;Work on my ability.&lt;br /&gt;Try to not let some of the curses bother me so much. &lt;s&gt;Like suddenly having family.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 26 Dec 2011 18:12:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>33: [accidental audio]</title>
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  <description>&lt;i&gt;[There is a purring sound. It&apos;s Hypnos, lying on the device again. Charlie&apos;s voice is muffled but she&apos;s seen enough of today&apos;s special bullshit to have a few words about it. And she doesn&apos;t know she&apos;s being recorded.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are the craziest curses on days when I have shit to do? &lt;i&gt;[A pause. Her voice gradually gets closer to the device.]&lt;/i&gt; Hypnos, would you stop lying on th--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[There is a hiss, probably one of the angriest sounds this cat has ever mustered and Charlie&apos;s swearing. Her tone is flat when she speaks again.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...cute. The cat is cursed. That&apos;s fucking wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Hypnos growls again, only slightly lazier than before.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep it! Whatever. See if I care. &lt;i&gt;[Except she sounds a bit annoyed, too. There is a shuffling sound, the cat probably playing with the Device or at least moving it and during the three seconds the video flickers on, it&apos;s obvious the cat took it to the cat tower. And then the feed ends.]&lt;/i&gt;</description>
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  <category>what: video</category>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 25 Dec 2011 22:00:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>32: [action-ish]</title>
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  <description>&lt;i&gt;[This holiday season, Charlie realized that she was actually terrible at gift giving. Mainly because she hadn&apos;t had anyone to give gifts to in a while. So she took the lazy way out. She spent the last couple weeks making candy in her free time. And cookies. And brownies. For each of her friends, (And if you&apos;re not sure if you count or not, just ask. you probably do) there is a box at your door of the various sweets Charlie&apos;s made. For some of you, she&apos;s even gone with themes. For the rest, she apologizes but that just turned into a lot to do and she promises to make it up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose Tyler and James Wilson will find that a few of their cookies are &lt;a href=&quot;http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5248/5333830253_64e826cf34.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;&apos;Angry Bird&apos;&lt;/a&gt; themed. Wilson even has a couple &lt;a href=&quot;http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrmeftmSPB1qfpcnio1_500.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt; of these.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve, your box will have &lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6_2SiqjE64/TjgP9rkCr9I/AAAAAAAAAvg/t178tFxAmgE/s1600/268404_2044889616004_1657294181_1910725_7797280_n+%25281%2529.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony gets a box of home-made donuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aang gets cookies made with his vegetarian preferences in mind. As does Stephen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, everyone she considers important gets home made foodstuffs and if you&apos;re not sure if you&apos;re on that list, just ask. Feel free to catch her dropping stuff off. Or contact her to thank her. She&apos;ll be running around town, giving things out and will then retreat home to curl up under a blanket with a book and some hot tea.]&lt;/i&gt;</description>
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  <category>christmas is about eating</category>
  <category>charlie loves to cook</category>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 17 Dec 2011 13:09:15 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>31: (grab bag weekend) [video/action for Tony Stark]</title>
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  <description>&lt;i&gt;[It was their usual. Charlie&apos;d head over to make dinner, help where she could whenever he needed a little extra heat for something and just generally goof off with Tony. She kept the workspace relatively clean, didn&apos;t touch a scrap of metal or a piece of wire or anything she thought he might need and even delayed going home by picking up a magazine to read while he worked. She looked at the clock at one point, noting it was around one AM. Neither of them had moved much in the past couple hours. He was tinkering and the magazine she&apos;d been reading had kept her attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She should probably head home, though. Didn&apos;t want to be annoying or too much a pain in the ass. She stood, prepared to sneak out as she usually did. Charlie only had to take two steps before she realized something was wrong. There was a tug on her wrist and she glanced down, a bit alarmed to see the handcuffs. The other end was around Tony&apos;s wrist. She turned her arm slightly, trying to find some sort of release. There wasn&apos;t even a spot for a key.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony, if you really wanted me to stay, you could have just asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Yes, Tony. She thinks you did this.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;(ooc: video in case anyone wants to laugh at her/be as confused as she is/whatever.)&lt;/small&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 14 Dec 2011 15:50:00 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>30: text/audio</title>
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  <description>&lt;font face=&quot;courier&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Naughty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When I was seven, I pulled a girls hair at school because she grabbed the better crayons.&lt;br /&gt;-Also when I was seven, set fire to my mothers oven mitts out of anger when she told me to go to bed. Her hands were still in them.&lt;br /&gt;-Started lying about who I was, what I was doing and where I was going when I was ten. &lt;br /&gt;-Set fire to a bunch of government agents. &lt;br /&gt;-Set fire to the person that killed my dad.&lt;br /&gt;-Set fire to 200 plus acres of private government property.&lt;br /&gt;-Stole food.&lt;br /&gt;-Stole an apple from a pig. (That didn&apos;t end well)&lt;br /&gt;-Gave my green beans to the dog. &lt;br /&gt;-Got back into the habit of lying about my name/life/pretty much every damn thing when I was sixteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Punched a farm-hand that was trying to rob my grandparents blind. Twice. And then kicked him when he tried to swing at me. I was 15. He was 37.&lt;br /&gt;-Refrained from torching him. That counts as something, right?&lt;br /&gt;-Stopped lying since I got to the City.&lt;br /&gt;-Helped my landlady put her tree up.&lt;br /&gt;-helped her rethread her sewing machine.&lt;br /&gt;-Brought her dinner.&lt;br /&gt;-Made sure Tony&apos;s workshop was free of take out boxes and trash.&lt;br /&gt;-Made him dinner when he was busy.&lt;br /&gt;-Let someone awesome move into my apartment.&lt;br /&gt;-Didn&apos;t set Nathan on fire for grabbing my ass during the mistletoe curse.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...this should just be one big &quot;Stuff that Happened&quot; list. Hardy any of it can be considered flat out naughty or flat out nice. &lt;i&gt;[Not in her opinion, anyway. And since it&apos;s a curse, she just...goes with it, swearing slightly before the feed cuts off.]&lt;/i&gt;</description>
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  <category>this is just...*facepalm*</category>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 13 Dec 2011 03:08:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>29 [audio/action]</title>
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  <description>&lt;i&gt;[Yeah. It&apos;s audio for once. She&apos;s only slightly paranoid people are still affected by yesterday&apos;s curse and will want to seek her out. Silly, right?]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Yesterday certainly was something, wasn&apos;t it? Made some interesting new friends. &lt;i&gt;[Pause.]&lt;/i&gt; I don&apos;t know that I want to meet new people like that again. I prefer my introductions significantly less physical and awkward. However, like I said. New friends. And that&apos;s always good. Most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[There is the sound of a page turning, maybe even a breeze and the feed shuts off. For anyone that knows Charlie well enough, it&apos;s a day off and she&apos;s probably at the park with lunch and a book. Or...y&apos;know...just run into her there.]&lt;/i&gt;</description>
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  <category>what: day after a curse</category>
  <category>what: audio</category>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 12 Dec 2011 20:29:25 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>ooc: CR Charts</title>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Engravers MT&quot; size=&quot;4&quot; color=&quot;#1d1b1b&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;R E L A T I O N S H I P S&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=&quot;50%&quot; cellspacing=&quot;10&quot; cellpadding=&quot;15&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height=&quot;160&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;table height=&quot;140&quot; width=&quot;140&quot; cellpadding=&quot;5&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#40a5a5&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;10px&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; ljaddtriggersobjectstatus=&quot;mouseout&quot; bordercolor=&quot;#000&quot; src=&quot;https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/107930285/34279468&quot; _fcksavedurl=&quot;http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/107930285/34279468&quot; fetchpriority=&quot;high&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background=&quot;https://imgprx.livejournal.net/fa752aee2bf5b1a4f3862d7e9f02c07907f3c3467264c563cf157d2563bcfbe0/P2WlxyVijxKvg29q8MZTVEMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:Bi0Ezh9eP1Z-JQmg6WIAvg&quot; border=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Engravers MT&quot; size=&quot;2&quot; color=&quot;#1d1b1b&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nathan Young (Misfits)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot;&gt;&quot;Charlie first met Nathan during a curse. The City had gone to the fifties, she was a carhop and he was some wanna-be punk with a &lt;s&gt;stolen&lt;/s&gt; motorcycle. He asked her for a blowjob and the only thing that prevented her from dumping fries and milkshake all over him was she liked her job at the time. Even after the curse was lifted, she still found his moments of perverted behavior mildly frustrating. However, that has yet to prevent her from talking to him. She&apos;s pretty sure they&apos;re friends and hopes it continues, even if he does blame her for shooting himself in the foot.&quot;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height=&quot;160&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;table height=&quot;140&quot; width=&quot;140&quot; cellpadding=&quot;5&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#40a5a5&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;10px&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; ljaddtriggersobjectstatus=&quot;mouseout&quot; bordercolor=&quot;#000&quot; src=&quot;https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/111191768/37178432&quot; _fcksavedurl=&quot;http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/111191768/37178432&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background=&quot;https://imgprx.livejournal.net/fa752aee2bf5b1a4f3862d7e9f02c07907f3c3467264c563cf157d2563bcfbe0/P2WlxyVijxKvg29q8MZTVEMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:Bi0Ezh9eP1Z-JQmg6WIAvg&quot; border=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Engravers MT&quot; size=&quot;2&quot; color=&quot;#1d1b1b&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dulcie (Going Bovine)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot;&gt;&quot;In Charlie&apos;s opinion, Dulcie is that friend she&apos;d be lost without. This is something she can say about very few people. Dulcie is a free spirit and Charlie admires her for it. The angel once propositioned Charlie for sex which was a bit of an ego boost. And then, during a mistletoe-related curse, gave Charlie quite the kiss and told her she was talented at it. This was also a bit of an ego boost. Plus, she can brag she made out with an Angel. Charlie feels as though she can easily turn to Dulcie if she needs someone to vent to, she just has her reservations about doing so, afraid of being a pain in the ass or a burden. She values Duclie and her friendship and is likely to defend her to the death.&quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height=&quot;160&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;table height=&quot;140&quot; width=&quot;140&quot; cellpadding=&quot;5&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#40a5a5&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;10px&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; ljaddtriggersobjectstatus=&quot;mouseout&quot; bordercolor=&quot;#000&quot; src=&quot;https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/104766622/29986674&quot; _fcksavedurl=&quot;http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/104766622/29986674&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background=&quot;https://imgprx.livejournal.net/fa752aee2bf5b1a4f3862d7e9f02c07907f3c3467264c563cf157d2563bcfbe0/P2WlxyVijxKvg29q8MZTVEMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:Bi0Ezh9eP1Z-JQmg6WIAvg&quot; border=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Engravers MT&quot; size=&quot;2&quot; color=&quot;#1d1b1b&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Toph Bei Fong (Avatar: The Last Airbender)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot;&gt;&quot;Toph Bei Fong is one of the toughest kids she knows. She reminds Charlie a lot of herself, to a point. Charlie showered more. No offense, Toph. Beyond that, though, Toph has the same ballsy never-back-down attitude that Charlie had at that age. She loves working with her at The Jasmine Dragon and gives no fucks when it comes to Tophs age. It&apos;s irrelevant and if anyone injured Toph or harmed her in any way, they&apos;d be ash faster than they could blink.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height=&quot;160&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;table height=&quot;140&quot; width=&quot;140&quot; cellpadding=&quot;5&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#40a5a5&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;10px&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; ljaddtriggersobjectstatus=&quot;mouseout&quot; bordercolor=&quot;#000&quot; src=&quot;https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/109480849/36583546&quot; _fcksavedurl=&quot;http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/109480849/36583546&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background=&quot;https://imgprx.livejournal.net/fa752aee2bf5b1a4f3862d7e9f02c07907f3c3467264c563cf157d2563bcfbe0/P2WlxyVijxKvg29q8MZTVEMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:Bi0Ezh9eP1Z-JQmg6WIAvg&quot; border=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Engravers MT&quot; size=&quot;2&quot; color=&quot;#1d1b1b&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sam Winchester (Supernatural)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot;&gt;&quot;Sometimes, it really doesn&apos;t take much for Charlie to like someone. Sam Winchester is one of those people. Charlie has highly enjoyed the few conversations she&apos;s had with him, as short as some of them were. She once offered to teach him to cook and the offer still stands. She even looks forward to it.   &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height=&quot;160&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;table height=&quot;140&quot; width=&quot;140&quot; cellpadding=&quot;5&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#40a5a5&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;10px&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; ljaddtriggersobjectstatus=&quot;mouseout&quot; bordercolor=&quot;#000&quot; src=&quot;https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/114198383/43227764&quot; _fcksavedurl=&quot;http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/114198383/43227764&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background=&quot;https://imgprx.livejournal.net/fa752aee2bf5b1a4f3862d7e9f02c07907f3c3467264c563cf157d2563bcfbe0/P2WlxyVijxKvg29q8MZTVEMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:Bi0Ezh9eP1Z-JQmg6WIAvg&quot; border=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Engravers MT&quot; size=&quot;2&quot; color=&quot;#1d1b1b&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tony Stark (Iron Man Movies)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot;&gt;&quot;Oh, lordy. How to explain this one? The first time they talked, it was through the networking device. She told him she&apos;d never heard of him and he did the only thing that made sense. He asked her out to dinner to rectify the situation and to get to know the City better. It wasn&apos;t necessarily a date, and the several lunches and dinners out after probably weren&apos;t entirely dates either but Charlie did develop a little crush. A crush that wasn&apos;t helped at all when she returned from being kidnapped by Weeping Angels because upon her return, she found out that Tony had spent most of the time looking for her. He flew her home, a fantastic and kind of romantic flight over the City which ended in a kiss. She&apos;s not sure what to make of any of what&apos;s going on and at present, doesn&apos;t really mind.&quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height=&quot;160&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;table height=&quot;140&quot; width=&quot;140&quot; cellpadding=&quot;5&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#40a5a5&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;10px&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; ljaddtriggersobjectstatus=&quot;mouseout&quot; bordercolor=&quot;#000&quot; src=&quot;https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/109900864/18241034&quot; _fcksavedurl=&quot;http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/109900864/18241034&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background=&quot;https://imgprx.livejournal.net/fa752aee2bf5b1a4f3862d7e9f02c07907f3c3467264c563cf157d2563bcfbe0/P2WlxyVijxKvg29q8MZTVEMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:Bi0Ezh9eP1Z-JQmg6WIAvg&quot; border=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Engravers MT&quot; size=&quot;2&quot; color=&quot;#1d1b1b&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;James Wilson (House)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot;&gt;&quot;First off, it helps that he likes Plants vs Zombies, something that is entirely her fault and she will take credit for. It also helps that when Angry Birds were taking over the City, he came and helped her knock over the structures the green pigs were building. This makes perfect sense, be quiet. Another thing that helps is, Wilson is smart. And as far as she can tell, kind. These, especially the intelligence, are qualities Charlie adores in a person. She enjoys talking to him quite a lot. He&apos;s one of the growing list of people she&apos;d miss dearly if he vanished from the City.&quot;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height=&quot;160&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;table height=&quot;140&quot; width=&quot;140&quot; cellpadding=&quot;5&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#40a5a5&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;10px&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; ljaddtriggersobjectstatus=&quot;mouseout&quot; bordercolor=&quot;#000&quot; src=&quot;ICONURL&quot; _fcksavedurl=&quot;ICONURL&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background=&quot;https://imgprx.livejournal.net/fa752aee2bf5b1a4f3862d7e9f02c07907f3c3467264c563cf157d2563bcfbe0/P2WlxyVijxKvg29q8MZTVEMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:Bi0Ezh9eP1Z-JQmg6WIAvg&quot; border=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Engravers MT&quot; size=&quot;2&quot; color=&quot;#1d1b1b&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;NAME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot;&gt;&quot;But I must explain to you how all this mistaken idea of denouncing pleasure and praising pain was born and I will give you a complete account of the system, and expound the actual teachings of the great explorer of the truth, the master-builder of human happiness. No one rejects, dislikes, or avoids pleasure itself, because it is pleasure, but because those who do not know how to pursue pleasure rationally encounter consequences that are extremely painful. Nor again is there anyone who loves or pursues or desires to obtain pain of itself, because it is pain, but because occasionally circumstances occur in which toil and pain can procure him some great pleasure.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height=&quot;160&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;table height=&quot;140&quot; width=&quot;140&quot; cellpadding=&quot;5&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#40a5a5&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;10px&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; ljaddtriggersobjectstatus=&quot;mouseout&quot; bordercolor=&quot;#000&quot; src=&quot;ICONURL&quot; _fcksavedurl=&quot;ICONURL&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background=&quot;https://imgprx.livejournal.net/fa752aee2bf5b1a4f3862d7e9f02c07907f3c3467264c563cf157d2563bcfbe0/P2WlxyVijxKvg29q8MZTVEMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:Bi0Ezh9eP1Z-JQmg6WIAvg&quot; border=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Engravers MT&quot; size=&quot;2&quot; color=&quot;#1d1b1b&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;NAME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot;&gt;&quot;But I must explain to you how all this mistaken idea of denouncing pleasure and praising pain was born and I will give you a complete account of the system, and expound the actual teachings of the great explorer of the truth, the master-builder of human happiness. No one rejects, dislikes, or avoids pleasure itself, because it is pleasure, but because those who do not know how to pursue pleasure rationally encounter consequences that are extremely painful. Nor again is there anyone who loves or pursues or desires to obtain pain of itself, because it is pain, but because occasionally circumstances occur in which toil and pain can procure him some great pleasure.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height=&quot;160&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;table height=&quot;140&quot; width=&quot;140&quot; cellpadding=&quot;5&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#40a5a5&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;10px&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; ljaddtriggersobjectstatus=&quot;mouseout&quot; bordercolor=&quot;#000&quot; src=&quot;ICONURL&quot; _fcksavedurl=&quot;ICONURL&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background=&quot;https://imgprx.livejournal.net/fa752aee2bf5b1a4f3862d7e9f02c07907f3c3467264c563cf157d2563bcfbe0/P2WlxyVijxKvg29q8MZTVEMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:Bi0Ezh9eP1Z-JQmg6WIAvg&quot; border=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Engravers MT&quot; size=&quot;2&quot; color=&quot;#1d1b1b&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;NAME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot;&gt;&quot;But I must explain to you how all this mistaken idea of denouncing pleasure and praising pain was born and I will give you a complete account of the system, and expound the actual teachings of the great explorer of the truth, the master-builder of human happiness. No one rejects, dislikes, or avoids pleasure itself, because it is pleasure, but because those who do not know how to pursue pleasure rationally encounter consequences that are extremely painful. Nor again is there anyone who loves or pursues or desires to obtain pain of itself, because it is pain, but because occasionally circumstances occur in which toil and pain can procure him some great pleasure.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height=&quot;160&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;table height=&quot;140&quot; width=&quot;140&quot; cellpadding=&quot;5&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#40a5a5&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;10px&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; ljaddtriggersobjectstatus=&quot;mouseout&quot; bordercolor=&quot;#000&quot; src=&quot;ICONURL&quot; _fcksavedurl=&quot;ICONURL&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background=&quot;https://imgprx.livejournal.net/fa752aee2bf5b1a4f3862d7e9f02c07907f3c3467264c563cf157d2563bcfbe0/P2WlxyVijxKvg29q8MZTVEMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:Bi0Ezh9eP1Z-JQmg6WIAvg&quot; border=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Engravers MT&quot; size=&quot;2&quot; color=&quot;#1d1b1b&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;NAME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot;&gt;&quot;But I must explain to you how all this mistaken idea of denouncing pleasure and praising pain was born and I will give you a complete account of the system, and expound the actual teachings of the great explorer of the truth, the master-builder of human happiness. No one rejects, dislikes, or avoids pleasure itself, because it is pleasure, but because those who do not know how to pursue pleasure rationally encounter consequences that are extremely painful. Nor again is there anyone who loves or pursues or desires to obtain pain of itself, because it is pain, but because occasionally circumstances occur in which toil and pain can procure him some great pleasure.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height=&quot;160&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;table height=&quot;140&quot; width=&quot;140&quot; cellpadding=&quot;5&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#40a5a5&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;10px&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; ljaddtriggersobjectstatus=&quot;mouseout&quot; bordercolor=&quot;#000&quot; src=&quot;ICONURL&quot; _fcksavedurl=&quot;ICONURL&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background=&quot;https://imgprx.livejournal.net/fa752aee2bf5b1a4f3862d7e9f02c07907f3c3467264c563cf157d2563bcfbe0/P2WlxyVijxKvg29q8MZTVEMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:Bi0Ezh9eP1Z-JQmg6WIAvg&quot; border=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Engravers MT&quot; size=&quot;2&quot; color=&quot;#1d1b1b&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;NAME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot;&gt;&quot;But I must explain to you how all this mistaken idea of denouncing pleasure and praising pain was born and I will give you a complete account of the system, and expound the actual teachings of the great explorer of the truth, the master-builder of human happiness. No one rejects, dislikes, or avoids pleasure itself, because it is pleasure, but because those who do not know how to pursue pleasure rationally encounter consequences that are extremely painful. Nor again is there anyone who loves or pursues or desires to obtain pain of itself, because it is pain, but because occasionally circumstances occur in which toil and pain can procure him some great pleasure.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height=&quot;160&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;table height=&quot;140&quot; width=&quot;140&quot; cellpadding=&quot;5&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#40a5a5&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;10px&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; ljaddtriggersobjectstatus=&quot;mouseout&quot; bordercolor=&quot;#000&quot; src=&quot;ICONURL&quot; _fcksavedurl=&quot;ICONURL&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background=&quot;https://imgprx.livejournal.net/fa752aee2bf5b1a4f3862d7e9f02c07907f3c3467264c563cf157d2563bcfbe0/P2WlxyVijxKvg29q8MZTVEMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:Bi0Ezh9eP1Z-JQmg6WIAvg&quot; border=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Engravers MT&quot; size=&quot;2&quot; color=&quot;#1d1b1b&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;NAME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot;&gt;&quot;But I must explain to you how all this mistaken idea of denouncing pleasure and praising pain was born and I will give you a complete account of the system, and expound the actual teachings of the great explorer of the truth, the master-builder of human happiness. No one rejects, dislikes, or avoids pleasure itself, because it is pleasure, but because those who do not know how to pursue pleasure rationally encounter consequences that are extremely painful. Nor again is there anyone who loves or pursues or desires to obtain pain of itself, because it is pain, but because occasionally circumstances occur in which toil and pain can procure him some great pleasure.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height=&quot;160&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;table height=&quot;140&quot; width=&quot;140&quot; cellpadding=&quot;5&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#40a5a5&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;10px&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; ljaddtriggersobjectstatus=&quot;mouseout&quot; bordercolor=&quot;#000&quot; src=&quot;ICONURL&quot; _fcksavedurl=&quot;ICONURL&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background=&quot;https://imgprx.livejournal.net/fa752aee2bf5b1a4f3862d7e9f02c07907f3c3467264c563cf157d2563bcfbe0/P2WlxyVijxKvg29q8MZTVEMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:Bi0Ezh9eP1Z-JQmg6WIAvg&quot; border=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Engravers MT&quot; size=&quot;2&quot; color=&quot;#1d1b1b&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;NAME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot;&gt;&quot;But I must explain to you how all this mistaken idea of denouncing pleasure and praising pain was born and I will give you a complete account of the system, and expound the actual teachings of the great explorer of the truth, the master-builder of human happiness. No one rejects, dislikes, or avoids pleasure itself, because it is pleasure, but because those who do not know how to pursue pleasure rationally encounter consequences that are extremely painful. Nor again is there anyone who loves or pursues or desires to obtain pain of itself, because it is pain, but because occasionally circumstances occur in which toil and pain can procure him some great pleasure.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;


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  <category>nathan young</category>
  <category>ooc</category>
  <category>sam winchester</category>
  <category>tony stark</category>
  <category>dulcie</category>
  <category>toph bei fong</category>
  <category>people charlie likes</category>
  <category>james wilson</category>
  <category>cr chart</category>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 11 Dec 2011 13:24:26 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>28 [action]</title>
  <author>char_he_mcgee</author>
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  <description>&lt;i&gt;[Hello, Citizens of the City! Here we have one Charlie McGee, eying the mistletoe with mild suspicion but otherwise unbothered. She has no clue what the deal is with it and is on her way to work, trying to sidestep the majority of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun with her, won&apos;t you?]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;(ooc: okay. if it takes me a while to get back to your tags, just understand I&apos;m flailing like an idiot and have turned into a 12 year old mentally over this whole thing.)&lt;/small&gt;</description>
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  <category>what: action</category>
  <category>curse: mistletoe</category>
  <category>charlie is cursed</category>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 10 Dec 2011 20:03:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>27 [video]</title>
  <author>char_he_mcgee</author>
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  <description>&lt;i&gt;[Charlie really only has three words regarding yesterdays curse.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That...was &lt;i&gt;bullshit&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[She&apos;s frowning, head on her arms. And she doesn&apos;t even know the device is on. If she did, she probably wouldn&apos;t have sworn. Or continued swearing, fingers lacing anxiously through her hair. When she&apos;s finished with probably the most creative string of swears she&apos;s ever said, she sighs. Hypnos, who had been seated nearby, decides it&apos;s the best time to climb into the hood of the sweatshirt Charlie was wearing, meowing loudly and resting her head on Charlie&apos;s shoulder.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...at least the owners of the book store understood it was a curse. All I have to do is pay for the camera I destroyed. &lt;i&gt;[pause...more swearing. Charlie sits up long enough to notice the feed is running and, closing her eyes, she thumps her head back onto her arms.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who else was cursed to rob people?</description>
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  <category>what: video</category>
  <category>what: day after a curse</category>
  <category>charlie is not cursed</category>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 09 Dec 2011 12:44:16 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>26 [action] </title>
  <author>char_he_mcgee</author>
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  <description>&lt;i&gt;[There were many things wrong with what was going on. So many things. For starters, the way Charlie was &lt;a href=&quot;http://eyeconicclothing.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/rihanna-on-snl.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;dressed&lt;/a&gt; &lt;s&gt;minus the pink hair&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyone that knew her, knew that she hated guns but somehow she got ahold of a Tommy gun and had it in her gloved hands. The last thing wrong with her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was robbing a bookstore. She and Nathan had burst into the cafe just a few moments ago, Charlie launching a ball of fire at the security camera. The baristas and employees had given Charlie a very baffled look. She was one of their best customers! What was going on? And then, Charlie began to sing. At least she could sing better than she lets on, right? Gun pointed at the people at the register, Charlie says:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, hands in the air. It&apos;s a stick up, stick up.&lt;br /&gt;No funny business or you get lit up, lit up.&lt;br /&gt;You test I, I. You gonna die, die.&lt;br /&gt;And at the funeral, your momma&apos;s gonna cry.&lt;br /&gt;Now customers, hit the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Barista&apos;s open cash drawers slow.&lt;br /&gt;If you don&apos;t want to end up dead, &lt;br /&gt;You&apos;ll do everything Shy Nathan says. Tell&apos;em, Nathan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Nathan, don&apos;t let her down.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[ooc: Charlie won&apos;t actually harm anyone. And I feel like I&apos;m going to hell for this, for some reason.  My apologies to Rhianna, Andy, Akiva and Jorma. Feel free to tag in. Don&apos;t try to stop her though, please. She&apos;s going to get so frustrated with Shy Nathan that she&apos;ll just leave empty handed, anyway.]&amp;lt;/i&amp;gt;&lt;/small&gt;</description>
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  <category>oh god why her</category>
  <category>curse: good luck shy ronnie</category>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 07 Dec 2011 15:17:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>25-[text]</title>
  <author>char_he_mcgee</author>
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  <description>&lt;font face=&quot;courier&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I get that the last time I wrote to you, I was nine. It&apos;s quite some time later but whatever. This is important so pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I would love a new television. The one I have now came with the apartment and it&apos;s dying. I can&apos;t play video games on it because the screen keeps flickering from color to black and white. And the sound is going. It&apos;s making enjoying the games I bought very difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, and I know you can do this one because you&apos;re Santa and therefor magic, my horse. I want my horse, Necromancer. And okay, so he actually belonged to the Shop but screw technicalities. Necromancer was the best horse in the entire world. He was gentle, careful and I think I trusted that horse more than I trusted most people at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, since we&apos;re on the topic of the Shop and Things I Want From Them. Rumor has it there is  a second location. I want to know where it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. If you can&apos;t find it in your jolly soul to get me that information on The Shop, can you at least find a way to get me to Bucky and Steve&apos;s version of Earth? I hear it&apos;s safer there and entirely Shop free. That would also be amazing.&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <category>curse: dear santa</category>
  <category>charlie is cursed</category>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 04 Dec 2011 12:42:21 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>24 - video</title>
  <author>char_he_mcgee</author>
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  <description>&lt;i&gt;[The video feed kicks on and Charlie has quite successfully knocked over a majority of one of the strange structures with the help of a rather large, rather red bird. Quite clearly impressed with what she&apos;s done, both fists shoot in the air and a very jubilant &lt;/i&gt;YES!&lt;i&gt; is heard, followed by the rarest of things from Charlie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughs. Picking up a yellow bird who had hopped up next to her (there was a line of odd birds, actually, in a variety of colors and the yellow bird doesn&apos;t seem to mind being picked up) she speaks. She&apos;s not aware the device is on.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is quite possibly the best day for this kind of curse to happen. The absolute best day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;ooc: it&apos;s her birthday, not that anyone past steve and bucky know. this is her favorite game on her iTouch, too.&lt;/small&gt;</description>
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  <category>curse: angry birds</category>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 02 Dec 2011 19:57:47 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>23-audio</title>
  <author>char_he_mcgee</author>
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  <description>You know, I thought nothing could be more obnoxious than seeing Christmas stuff out alongside Halloween costumes. I was wrong. Trying to get ready for the day while the song &apos;Baby, It&apos;s cold outside&apos; comes out of every faucet in my bathroom? Not fun. In fact, it was actually really creepy at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it&apos;s just annoying me to no end. Toph? Is there anything like this going on at work?</description>
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  <category>charlie just hates the holidays</category>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 01 Dec 2011 18:25:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>22 - Regrouping (video: action for Bucky. Backdated to post weeping angel BS)</title>
  <author>char_he_mcgee</author>
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  <description>&lt;i&gt;[The feed kicks on, the device clearly on a table but not the one in Charlie&apos;s apartment. This would be a diner table and Charlie&apos;s very half heartedly looking through a menu. She still looks a bit tired and a bit stressed. She should be fine soon, though. There&apos;s the sound of a door opening and Charlie turns, watching whoever it is that enters the place a bit anxiously. And then, she frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She&apos;s waiting for someone and that wasn&apos;t them. Oh, well. At least this time when she&apos;s waiting for someone at a restaurant, the &lt;s&gt;npc&lt;/s&gt; waitress is nicer. The one at Hymns had been kind of obnoxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also a big bag next to her, the name of a local video game store on the side. Apparently, she&apos;d been shopping. Impulse buys were the perfect post-curse therapy, okay?]&lt;/i&gt;</description>
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  <category>what: video</category>
  <category>what: action</category>
  <category>ptsd and you!</category>
  <category>bucky barnes</category>
  <category>charlie is not cursed</category>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 29 Nov 2011 05:41:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Twenty One -Really someone should have told her about the whole no blinking thing.</title>
  <author>char_he_mcgee</author>
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  <description>&lt;i&gt;[Heading home from yet another evening spent with Tony Stark, eating dinner (That she probably cooked) as usual, Charlie had the device in her hands and had it set to private. She didn&apos;t want to advertise the conversation to the Network. Not that it was bad. A bit flirty from both of them, a bit goofy on occasion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was her and Tony&apos;s conversation. Not her, Tony and Everyone Else Ever in the City.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really? The robot&apos;s name is &apos;Dummy&apos;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yeah. Trust me. The name fits him perfectly.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Charlie just laughed, head thrown back slightly before turning her eyes back to the device.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s awf--&lt;i&gt;[Charlie paused, eyes looking elsewhere. She was kind of confused at something. Turning the device towards what &lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YpvWimzMT5M/S9L87rXji1I/AAAAAAAAAXI/b-Rj0FW-dkw/s1600/weeping-angel.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;she was looking at&lt;/a&gt; and when she spoke, there was the faintest hint of worry in her voice.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long has that been there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[For all she knew, she missed it, but Charlie was now and would always be hyper aware of her surroundings. She turned the device back to herself, hearing Tony let out a slightly tense  &quot;huh&quot;. And then the power went off around her, hardly any light showing at all. Instantly, she was on high alert, tense and watching everything. Something wasn&apos;t right at all. She glanced down at him for a second, eyes flitting back up and she startled, the device hitting the ground and the camera lense on her end splitting The feed also switches to public and what happens from here to the end is visible for all.]&lt;/i&gt; God. It moved. I don&apos;t like this at all. &lt;i&gt;[And if the flash of red-orange-yellow light were any indication, Charlie had under-stated her dislike of this situation. When she spoke again, it was an odd mix of anger and panic and despite her best effots to not let that fear show through, she probably failed at it..]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the fuck? How did that not work? I hit it with everything and--&lt;i&gt;shit!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[This is where she stops speaking because the statue moved again. There&apos;s a flickering orange light, Charlie&apos;s shadow on the wall suddenly joined by one of an angel, arms outstretched towards her. Her sneaker, turned to run from the statue was in front of the screen for just a second before simply vanishing in another flicker of a nearby fire (one Charlie may have accidentally started in a trash-can when she used her ability). The shadows vanished and everything went quiet, the picture from her device flickering out with the sound of static.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ooc: slightly early post is slightly early (by about 20 minutes, my time tony used with permission. Charlie will return tomorrow night. Her uncursed luck had to run out eventually, right? feel free to at least see the flash of light or something but the busted device is Tony&apos;s till Charlie gets back.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;</description>
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  <category>where: the city</category>
  <category>what: statues fucking suck</category>
  <category>what: cursed</category>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 22 Nov 2011 15:09:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Smoke Signal Twenty [accidental audio]</title>
  <author>char_he_mcgee</author>
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  <description>&lt;i&gt;[There is the sound of paper rustling and a faint scratching sound, possibly pen on the aforementioned paper. And Charlie&apos;s muttering to herself.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...okay, so...&lt;i&gt;[pause]&lt;/i&gt; No clue what I&apos;m doing. Shoulda paid better attention to Norma when she cooked thanksgiving dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[There is a thump, pages being turned and more of that scratching-on-paper sound.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...don&apos;t even like the holidays that much. And this shopping list is getting ridiculously long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...damn.</description>
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  <category>what: charlie is cooking</category>
  <category>what: audio</category>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 20 Nov 2011 16:13:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Smoke Signal 19: [action/video]</title>
  <author>char_he_mcgee</author>
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  <description>&lt;i&gt;[Charlie&apos;d pretty much taken to ignoring the Network since yesterday when all of the very...weird stories started popping up. And the chatter about ships (what the fuck was that?) and pairings and other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, the story curse they had a couple weeks ago was significantly better. This? She had no clue what kind of curse this was and was very glad she had nothing to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She&apos;ll just be sitting outside the Jasmine Dragon, on break for the next twenty minutes. She has her iTouch and is playing &lt;i&gt;Plants vs Zombies&lt;/i&gt;. Her network device is sitting nearby, turned on in case anyone not writing weird fiction wants to get ahold of her.]&lt;/i&gt;</description>
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  <category>where: the jasmine dragon</category>
  <category>charlie is not cursed</category>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 18 Nov 2011 02:49:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Smoke Signal 18 [action/very much so accidental video.]</title>
  <author>char_he_mcgee</author>
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  <description>&lt;i&gt;[Charlie&apos;s home from work but if anyone were to look at the device, they wouldn&apos;t be able to tell. &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.demandrd.com/photostream/photobank/funny-picture-cats.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is in the way of the camera and there are faint huffing sounds as it sniffs the device. Charlie scoops the feline up who makes no move to protest. Just turns her striped head to look at Charlie, meowing and purring loudly before head-butting the redhead on the chin. With one hand, Charlie digs around the paper bag sitting on the counter, pulling open a pouch of cat food and setting it down. Two seconds later, it&apos;s joined by an off white cat bowl. And then another. The first one is soon filled with the contents of the pouch of cat food. The other is filled with water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After setting the feline down, who is so very fascinated by what Charlie is doing, Charlie gets the bowls and puts them in front of the cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaning her back against the wall and sitting on her heels, she watches the animal a moment. And she&apos;s kind of smiling. She turns, checking the clock before speaking.]&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz! Come see what followed me home from work!</description>
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  <category>what: video</category>
  <category>liz parker</category>
  <category>hypnos the cat</category>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 17 Nov 2011 03:42:43 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Smoke Signal 18 [accidental video because the device hates her.]</title>
  <author>char_he_mcgee</author>
  <link>https://char-he-mcgee.livejournal.com/5510.html</link>
  <description>&lt;i&gt;[Hello, city. Look at your food. Now back to Charlie&apos;s. Now back to yours. Now back to Charlie&apos;s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, it isn&apos;t Charlie&apos;s ice cream, but at midnight when the curse stops, it could be ice cream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look down, now back up. Where are you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don&apos;t know but it&apos;s probably with a bunch of bread. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What&apos;s in your hand? It&apos;s probably something bread-like instead of that food you love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still bread. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything is possible when you&apos;re in the City and cursed.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;ooc: no clue what made me do this i am so sorry. i should not watch &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=owGykVbfgUE&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;old spice commercials&lt;/a&gt; when i&apos;m tired.&lt;/small&gt;</description>
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  <category>what: video</category>
  <category>old spice smells bad anyway</category>
  <category>charlie is not cursed</category>
  <category>the city hates her</category>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 16 Nov 2011 01:28:19 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Smoke Signal 17: [Audio]</title>
  <author>char_he_mcgee</author>
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  <description>First and foremost, being stuck in one exact moment in time for 24 hours really sucks. I lost an entire day and didn&apos;t even realize it. Someone had to tell me and then I had to check a calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. It&apos;s no big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I&apos;m really hoping I get a break from being cursed so often. This was a nightmare of a weekend. For the people that were concerned with my well-being on Monday, thank you. And thanks for fixing the door so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, sorry about the broken door, Liz. My friends were worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Aang? Have you been to Xanadu yet?</description>
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  <category>where: polychromatic</category>
  <category>what: day after a curse</category>
  <category>charlie is not cursed</category>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 14 Nov 2011 16:07:00 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Smoke Signal 16: [video]</title>
  <author>char_he_mcgee</author>
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  <description>&lt;i&gt;[Sometime before midnight, A proper-aged Charlie was suffering from a case of insomnia. It happens. It was just a thing with her so she decided to get a book and a cup of tea and read for a while. She&apos;s unaware the device is recording her seated on her bed in her gray tank-top and black pajama bottoms, book propped on her knees. And that&apos;s really all she&apos;s doing. Just...sitting and reading and drinking her tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, she stands, probably to put something away or get a new book since the one she was reading was just finished. Her hip catches the cup of tea she&apos;d been drinking, sending it falling off of the nightstand she&apos;d set it on and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything stops. Everything. Charlie is frozen in mid crouch as she moved to catch the tea cup. The contents of the cup stopped just above her hands. The cup itself has stopped in mid air. Even her hair and clothes stopped in mid-motion and the look on her face one of &quot;oh-shit&quot;, a reaction to knocking the tea over. The device sits on this image for a good fifteen minutes, nothing moving at all until it flickers out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck trying to get Charlie&apos;s attention, guys. She won&apos;t be saying a word.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[ooc: i fully encourage threadjacking in this post. fully encourage and will probably be so amused if it happens.]&lt;/small&gt;</description>
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  <category>what: video</category>
  <category>where: polychromatic</category>
  <category>cursed: dulcie blew up the carousel</category>
  <category>that was her favorite teacup too</category>
  <category>what: cursed</category>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 12 Nov 2011 13:31:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>smoke signal 15: video</title>
  <author>char_he_mcgee</author>
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  <description>This was the last thing I expected when I woke up this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[There is a girl about 11 years old staring into the video with an annoyed look on her face. For anyone that&apos;s known Charlie long enough, they &lt;/i&gt;might&lt;i&gt; recognize the big blue eyes or at least think they were familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the child speaking is outside somewhere. Possibly wandering Xanadu like she&apos;s searching for something important. And she looks worried.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope this is just a physical change and not a mental one. &lt;i&gt;[It is just a bit, but not the way she&apos;s thinking.]&lt;/i&gt; Otherwise, oh man is this going to be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[A pause.]&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;small&gt;I almost wish my dad was here. This is kinda scary.&lt;/small&gt;</description>
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  <category>grab-bag weekend: de-aged</category>
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