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Well.

I went out today to see if I could help with the fact that there's no sun, and I saw this man making lightning and cutting himself, and he was terrorizing the entrance to the underground, so I told him to cut it out. He cut himself and tried to hit me with lightning, but I blocked it, and after I managed to get him somewhere safe where he couldn't hurt anyone else, I noticed that my shield feels right again!

So I guess it just had to be hit by lightning. But the fact that it feels normal makes me a whole lot calmer about this whole thing.

[Pause]

But really, try to use these powers for good, okay? Especially if you have to something terrible to make them work.

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I've been there. Very briefly when I was ten. And it was more a drive through than a visit.

So no lasting impression, I guess.

I remember it being kind of crowded. And I wanted to stop and look around but my grandfather and I were on a mission of sorts.

I plan on visiting, though. If---when I get home.

What kind of mission?

Nothing exciting. [Except that it is.] I had to tell a very important story to an impartial newspaper in hopes of getting some awful people out of my life and in serious trouble.

It didn't work.

What happened? Do you mind telling me?

It's a very long story. Think I can meet you somewhere sometime to tell you? I'm not sure I trust the network to not advertise everything.

[There was this whole bad Memory Theater incident last week.]

Sure thing. You know where Xanadu is?

Yes. Yes, I do.

[And really, the only reason she's even considered telling him is she fears the Memory Theater curse will occur again. That and this guy is ridiculously nice. Which isn't fair. It's hard to not trust someone if they're being polite and nice.]

I'll meet you at the entrance, all right?

[Well, there's no one better to trust, really]

[This is very true and if she ever read comic books, which she didn't, she'd know this right off.]

You got it, Steve. Be there soon.

[Steve is wearing a button up and a pair of slacks, and he's eating a hot dog while he waits, because he gets hungry all the time.]

[Charlie understands that, perfectly. She has a crazy metabolism, too. She arrives shortly after Steve, hair for once not died back, wearing an off-white long sleeve shirt and a pair of jeans. Nothing flashy whatsoever.][She smiles slightly, hoping she remembered what he looked like properly and holy crap. He's very tall. And just ...big in general.]

[He smiles when he sees her.]

Hi, are you Charlie?

The one and only. [She grins in return, holding her hand out.] It's a pleasure to meet you in person.

[He shakes her hand]

Pleasure's mine. Would you like to take a walk?

I would. [She points towards the gardens.] Have you ever been in there?

Once or twice. Lead the way.

[She heads in, eying the different paths to take before heading down the rose path.]

Hope this one's okay. I've actually never set foot in here, before.

[He's taking a glance over the entire garden, out of habit]

Sometimes I walk around just to get a feel for the place.

Yeah? [Charlie's looking around as well, taking in small details and stopping on occasion. A mass of pale, purple roses catch her attention for a moment.] I haven't seen these in a while. My grandmother used to grow them.

Did your grandparents raise you, Charlie?

Yes. And, genetically speaking, they weren't my grandparents. Just a pair of kind people who saw an orphaned girl that needed taking care of. [She pauses, turning to face Steve with a mildly nervous look on her face.] It's a long story and a lot to take in. I'll tell you if you want to hear it.

[He tilts his head]

I was an orphan, too.

[He looks very thoughtful, here]

I'll listen if you want to tell me.

Yeah? [Steve, she likes you just a bit more because of that, even if it is just because it's something to relate to.]

Okay. I mean, the City broadcast some of my worst memories a week ago. I figure, if it's going to do that again, I'd rather have at least some people prepared for it.

[First thing she does? Study her sneakers for a moment. They're fascinating when she's nervous. Second thing she does, she finally looks up and starts talking.]

My parents, back when they were broke college students and well before they had me, were part of this experimental drug program. They were told it was for a hallucinogenic pain-killer but what it ended up doing was changing them. This stuff, they called it Lot Six, altered part of their minds and suddenly, my mother was a telekinetic and my father could make people do and see whatever he wanted to.

[And this is where she's pretty damn sure he thinks she's crazy so she waits a bit for a reaction before continuing.]

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