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A rather dull weekend over Webflix

Who: Charlise and anyone who happens upon the game room.
What: Lazy, rainy weekend.
Where: Game room
When: Weekend 7/11 - 7/12
Warnings: It's Kitty. That's warning enough.

Ever since returning to Smash, Kitty had felt sort of distant. Not in the way she had felt before, but more in the way of being confused and without purpose. She already knew she felt alone due to the lack of having some of the very few people she got close to. Even if she'd never tell them, she did feel lost without them, her team. A glimmer of silver was the fact that, while under her own problems and stress, Evve was still around. And she had heard that the ketchup meathead was still around too as well as her old roommate. But alas, they had their things, their friends and their lives to live. Kitty had... well, Kitty had fuckall.

She had made her way down to the front, and had packed a bag with treats in hopes that maybe an outting in the woods that she used to haunt would give her some answer and as soon as she opened the damned doors a fucking downpour decided to break lose. You know what they say about summer rains? Well fuck them.

She looked back and saw that the game room lobby was empty, probably because everyone was out and about having a blast during summer <s>unbeknownst to Kitty of the crazy shit happening around the school</s>. Making her way to the couch, she dropped down, set her bag besides her and loaded up Webflix on the widescreen. Maybe it was just a movie day...

Or days... cause Kitty just lost track of time while marathoning movies and series. You'll find her through two days worth of movies and random shows, nibbling on her snacks as she rearranges herself every so often. The genres vary but you'll generally find her watching depressing shit, horror movies, suspense, sci-fi, thrillers, psychological and that sort of thing.

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Porn is too fun for Joel. Joel doesn't know what fun is any more.

"Like what. What is so great on the internet that you can't find a better version of it in the real world?" he asked, slapping the couch to emphasize the real world. Because. Y'know. It's a real couch. You can't lie down on an Internet with your dirty work boots on the arm rest.

"How about, everything." she stated simply.

"The real world fucking sucks dude. You made it pretty clear already that you pretty much share that sentiment. Don't go prattling about shit just cause you don't know how to work the magic that is the interwebs."

"Uh-uh. Hold on now, Miss." Joel replied, turning his head to look at her. "I didn't say nothin' about the world. I was talkin' about people. People are crappy. A lot of 'em, anyway. The world is great. Things are great. You build a house out of real materials and labor and it's a wonderful thing. Go for a hike. The world is great. It's when you get too many people in it, that's when you get problems."

He shrugged. "And I know how to work it just fine. I know how to use Google. YouTube. Whatever. Type shit in, find things to look at. It ain't rocket science. It just ain't as marvelous as you seem t'think it is."

"If that's all you use it for, then bro, you're totally missing out. It's a lot more complicated than that. But I guess if you wana be an ingnorant fuck, be my guest." Kitty shrugged.

"Honestly, the world's just as fucked up as the people in it, but I think you're right, maybe it just needs less people."

"So what do YOU use it for that's so amazin'?" he asked, actually kind of curious.

"The world is just fine. This one, anyway. I got no clue where you're from or what it's like there. Except apparently folks where you're from can walk through walls."

"Porn, what the fuck else is needed?" she partially joked. "Get any info you want. Control things. Find out stuff you shouldn't. Shit, like I said, if you know how to use it, there's very little you can't do with the net." Not that she was the savvy one, but she did listen in on some of Chihiro's talks about using that kind of tech.

"I guess this place is alright, though I have a feeling ya ain't been here long enough. Just give it some time."

"Alright. Well, I'll leave that to you. Doesn't sound like somethin' I'd be real interested in."

Finding out things he shouldn't know? Controlling things? Nah. He was hardly the James Bond type.

"I been here roughly five months. It's a huge step up from where I used to live. Weird as all get-out but not bad. Never thought I'd get to unload a shotgun into the stomach of a giant robot monkey."

"Five months? Yeah, you ain't seen shit yet about how fucked up this place can be." She'd know...

Charlise shrugged and went back to the movie.

"Though, I guess if you still manage to like it after a longer stay than you are either hella fuckin' dumb, or your world musta ssssuuuuucked."

"Oh, my world sucks pretty bad." he replied with a shrug. "We don't have zombies, but we got somethin' pretty close. Twenty years ago, civilization went to shit. Can't even get a good cup of coffee in my world."

...speaking of which, the student lounge had a coffee station. Don't mind if I do.

He got up and started making himself a cup.

"You want one?"

"Sounds like a fuckin' paradise dude." Kitty remarked sarcastically.

"Yeah, sure... whatever..." she paused.

"7 sugars... milk, no creamer."

"Seven sugars? Jesus." he replied, though, he dutifully spooned in seven sugars.

"Paradise it ain't. I dunno. A girl who can move through walls might have an easier time of it than most folks." he said, adding milk and carefully handing her the cup.

What can she say, she has one helluva sweet tooth.

She took the cup without a lick of thanks besides a shifted, almost uncomfortable nod as she averted her gaze quick. "Yeah, well I'm sure there's plenty of ways to survive that shit. I mean, you're here and you look like you got dragged through that fuckery for a while."

Joel shrugged. "Twenty years, give or take."

He sat back down with his own cup of coffee and blew on it a little.

"You learn to survive real quick or you... don't. Being able to just walk out of a building without needin' to find a door would be a real useful skill to have. Real useful."

"Sounds like you did more running away than anything else in your world." Which kind of seems like a bummer. Charlise likes permanent spots. It meant she got to keep her stash of stolen goodies where she wanted it. You can't be a mobile packrat! Unless you had a mobile home or flying fortress or something.

"Travel is just part of the lifestyle." Joel replied. He wouldn't really call it 'running'. Sometimes it was, sometimes it wasn't.

"I found places to stay for a while. But you go where there's opportunity. One place dries up, you move on when you can. I figure that's not too much different to every day life in any other world."

"Hm..." If you really looked at it that way, it really was like that on any given world. Mostly anyways... You dried up a place unless you had renewable resources and moved on... much like parasites, at least most humans were.

Charlise shrugged, "Yeah, I guess." And left it at that. You didn't need to add to Kitty's dislike of people as it was, better not to dwell on that too.

"So. What brings you here?" he asked. "You don't seem like the studious type. I don't picture you sittin' down to a mountain of homework. What's your angle? Or are you stuck here like a bunch of us seem to be?"

Charlise shrugged, "I ask myself that every now and then." she said a bit gloomily. "I guess it just is." Which was only partial truth. She didn't want to talk about how she originally had been on a team and that they brough her here and that things were pretty awesome back then...

And that now she dind't have them or anyone for that matter.

"Nowhere else you'd rather be?"

Because the question seemed to dampen her spirits a little. And he wanted to know why. Because sometimes Joel was just nosy.

"At the moment? Not fucking really..." The outside world sucked... it had put so much hurt in her that this place sometimes seemed like paradise.

"Fair enough, I guess. Free room and board, free food. Oh, and your free Internet."

Heck. He got PAID to live here, eat here, and use the internet. For stuff that Kitty thought was boring but whatever.

"Can't say I blame you."

"Yeah, there's that. But I guess it's also pretty entertaining with all the crazy random fuckery that happens around here with the Hands in charge. Can't say you'll ever get bored." she shrugged, finishing her drink and putting it aside.

Joel was still nursing his coffee.

"The Hands..." he repeated. "What was your first impression when you met 'em?"

Charlise relaxed back, pulling a nearby coffee table and placing her feet on it before looking back up at the ceiling.

"Honestly? I didn't really care much for them. Just another weird ass Pokemon in my head. I had... more pressing matters on the day I arrived."

"So, you're a Pokémon? Figures." Joel replied, taking another sip. No normal Human being could do what she did. Between that and her seeming dislike of Humankind, it made sense to him she was something else. And Pokémon seemed like a popular choice.

"Yeah? More important stuff? You arrive here without meanin' to?"

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