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[ Sitting with her roommate at breakfast, which she’s now not touching because one student dared another to throw eggs and hamburger meat in a blender and consume it. ]

We are the next step up in evolution, and this is what some of us do for fun.

[ Grossed our isn’t the word for how she’s feeling currently. She was all set to enjoy the batch of mixed berry overnight oats she made but no. She has to share a house with crazy people. ]

[She can't even stand to eat her Lucky Charms. The world is a cruel, cruel place.

She pushes the bowl further away from herself and leans back in her chair with a loud huff.]

Some of us are the next step, maybe. Some of them I wish I didn't share a gene pool with.

How can it possibly smell as bad as it does?

I don’t kn—

[ At this point, the person drinking the stuff makes a weird choking gagging sound and that’s enough for Charlie to flick a finger and send her breakfast right into the trash. That’s it. She’s not even bothering to put shit in the dishwasher or recycling. This is where her limits are. ]

Oh, my God. I’m gone.

[ Heading to the kitchen door, now. ]

I’m calling out of classes. I have three with that guy and I won’t be able to focus.

[She doesn't even bother trying to throw the cereal out. The gagging is not as big a bother for her as it could be, she's never been much of a sympathetic puker, but it's definitely a sign the time for breakfast has passed. She gets up to follow Charlie, only drifting briefly to dart back to the table after a couple beats to snag the apple she'd impulsively grabbed, mostly so she wouldn't have to deal with Colossus' reproving comments over skipping breakfast later.]

Come on. I'm sure you could get him to cut it out in like three seconds.

[ And at that, Charlie almost stops walking. Almost. She has a faint touch of her fathers Push, enough so that she can be intimidating. But how to use it in this situation. She turns to look at Negasonic, kinda humming thoughtfully. ]

What do you suggest?

[She gives her a very Pointed look.]

I'm sure if it turned into bugs on him he'd have a harder time with it.

Or, you know. Whatever.

And the adults around here are always pushing for people to practice their abilities. Obviously, my hands are tied.

[ Theres a facial shrug from Charlie, an expression of pure ‘cant get out of this’ that’s corrupted by the smile that’s all teeth and horrible amusement. This was going to be totally worth the missed oatmeal. She composes herself, turning into the very picture of confused concern and heads back into the kitchen. Pulling herself up onto the kitchen counter where this gross activity was still going, Charlie picks up a honey crisp apple before speaking. ]

You know that meat turned like...four days ago, right? There’s bugs all in it. And the egg was rotten, too. It’s practically black.

[ . Just a Little Push the second those two idiotic boys look her in the eyes to protest. A little shove. And then they look into the blender and it’s just chaos from there. There’s panicking and yelling and the pitcher gets dropped into the sink as both boys run out the kitchen. Charlie calmly takes a bite of her apple and watches them run, waving farewell as she starts cracking up. ]

[Looks up from the fake corpse he's currently playing inside, making believable innards for.]

Well, don't look then.

I'm not squeamish, if that's what you're thinking.

[There's a quiet huff and a little bit of a snarl to accompany, because she's got a reputation to uphold and it's not like it's the worst thing she's ever seen, its just...]

I'm just wondering why.

I'm making a movie is why and special effects just so happen to be my best skill in the film industry.

[Squish. Splurt. Ah hell, that fake intestine just slipped right out of his hands. Plop.]

Goddammit--look, I know it's a lot of effort for a five minute short but I wanted to see if I could do it.

[She hops off the desk, the better to see what he's actually doing if nothing else, and stalks over to better see it for herself.

Yes, she pokes the guts. Carefully, like she's not 100% sure what's going to happen, but she does it.]

What kind of movie?

Usually I go for horror but this time I'm thinking a teaser for a murder mytsery kind of thing. High drama but definitely grimdark. There here's the unfortunate victim.

[It's all fake. Will definitely have the kind of waxy feel that lava lamp innards have though. Wax and molded plastic. Oils. Decidedly not meaty to the touch nor does it smell like a real corpse thankfully.]

~It certainly is, but that's the point.~

[He certainly doesn't pause the film, which is old, poorly dubbed, and currently features a young woman's teeth being pushed out by fangs.]

~It's Italian.~

[It's weird, and gross, and yet she can't look away.]

Is that supposed to explain it?

~Yes. In the seventies and eighties Italy put out a bunch of horror films, and almost none of them make sense. But the gore is cool.~

[The young woman, now a demon drooling green slime, starts attacking other people inside a movie theatre.]

~I like that guy there - just some Italain director's idea of wot a New York pimp would be.~