[There is a purring sound. It's Hypnos, lying on the device again. Charlie's voice is muffled but she's seen enough of today's special bullshit to have a few words about it. And she doesn't know she's being recorded.]

Why are the craziest curses on days when I have shit to do? [A pause. Her voice gradually gets closer to the device.] Hypnos, would ( Read more... )

[Charlie really only has three words regarding yesterdays curse.]

That...was bullshit.

[She's frowning, head on her arms. And she doesn't even know the device is on. If she did, she probably wouldn't have sworn. Or continued swearing, fingers lacing anxiously through her hair. When she's finished with probably the most creative string of swears ( Read more... )

[The feed kicks on, the device clearly on a table but not the one in Charlie's apartment. This would be a diner table and Charlie'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's the sound of a door opening and Charlie turns, watching whoever it is that enters the ( Read more... )

[Charlie'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 ( Read more... )

[Hello, city. Look at your food. Now back to Charlie's. Now back to yours. Now back to Charlie's ( Read more... )

First and foremost, being stuck in one exact moment in time for 24 hours really sucks. I lost an entire day and didn't even realize it. Someone had to tell me and then I had to check a calendar ( Read more... )

[Charlie's making breakfast. The waffle iron is on, there is bacon frying in a pan and coffee brewing in the pot nearby. This is unusual because Charlie doesn't typically eat breakfast. However, she's noticed people on the device acting strangely. THey've forgotten things, as far as she can tell, and she wanted to make sure she hadn't ( Read more... )