He glances up at the cashier and then at the camera in the corner. "Hold on, I gotta pay for this sucker." He walks over to counter and the cashier sees him and gives him a dark look but goes round the counter. The cheesy pop song screeches over the sound system morphing into a wilder song with beating drums and screaming guitars. "Oh hey, I love this station." grins Charlie.
The cashier looks confused, "I didn't..."
"Ah, right. Almost forgot, it's been so long." After he's done paying, she pays for the pretzels- entirely in coins that were seemingly all minted in the 70's and 80's- before leaving the store, waiting for him.
Charlie exits the store. Then he does so three more times. Four Charlie's now stand on the asphalt each with a different hair color. Red, Blonde, Blue, and Yellow. Only the blonde one has a lollipop in his fingers though and he is putting his baseball card in his jacket pocket. There is one other car pumping gas in the parking lot. Charlie waits for them to finish and drive off before speaking, "So, what did you want to speak to me about, Smiley? Hair dye tips?"
*The poor cashier is probably so confused lol*
"Actually, I have been considering dying my hair again- but no, I'm not here to talk about that." She starts, her mask shifting to display a question mark. "No, I'm here because I want to know what exactly you did to tick off Mr. Ocha enough for him to start a witch hunt for you and your pal Iago."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Yeah, folks'll do anything for money. And spiders are overused but that just makes it more fun to squash 'em under my boots."
'Indeed. Spiders are cliche, if people are to fear me, I want them to fear what I do and what that means, not what I look like'
"Heh exactly. I dress this way for a lot of reasons, but if people fear me because of how I look that's on them. I dress like this to scare off any snobs who wouldn't want to know a guy like me. I also do it because I like seeing other folks feel better about themselves when they see me like this." He runs his fingers through his dyed hair, "But really, this is just the most honest way I could think of appearing."
"Yeah, folks'll do anything for money. And spiders are overused but that just makes it more fun to squash 'em under my boots."
'Indeed. Spiders are cliche, if people are to fear me, I want them to fear what I do and what that means, not what I look like'
"Heh exactly. I dress this way for a lot of reasons, but if people fear me because of how I look that's on them. I dress like this to scare off any snobs who wouldn't want to know a guy like me. I also do it because I like seeing other folks feel better about themselves when they see me like this." He runs his fingers through his dyed hair, "But really, this is just the most honest way I could think of appearing."
'I appreciate an honest man. And for the folks who feel better about themselves in comparison to you, how do you show them that they're not?'
He glances up at the cashier and then at the camera in the corner. "Hold on, I gotta pay for this sucker." He walks over to counter and the cashier sees him and gives him a dark look but goes round the counter. The cheesy pop song screeches over the sound system morphing into a wilder song with beating drums and screaming guitars. "Oh hey, I love this station." grins Charlie.
The cashier looks confused, "I didn't..."
"Ah, right. Almost forgot, it's been so long." After he's done paying, she pays for the pretzels- entirely in coins that were seemingly all minted in the 70's and 80's- before leaving the store, waiting for him.
Charlie exits the store. Then he does so three more times. Four Charlie's now stand on the asphalt each with a different hair color. Red, Blonde, Blue, and Yellow. Only the blonde one has a lollipop in his fingers though and he is putting his baseball card in his jacket pocket. There is one other car pumping gas in the parking lot. Charlie waits for them to finish and drive off before speaking, "So, what did you want to speak to me about, Smiley? Hair dye tips?"
*The poor cashier is probably so confused lol*
"Actually, I have been considering dying my hair again- but no, I'm not here to talk about that." She starts, her mask shifting to display a question mark. "No, I'm here because I want to know what exactly you did to tick off Mr. Ocha enough for him to start a witch hunt for you and your pal Iago."
*Most definitely.*
The red-haired Charlie nods, "That's fair. I spilt the blood of a friend of his." The blue-haired one nods, "At the time, we thought it was murder but... well I still hurt someone innocent." The yellow-haired Charlie continues, "Mr. Ocha seems to think he's doing me some sort of favor. He could be. Honestly it seems to almost be a game for him." The blonde Charlie doesn't speak at all. He simply stares at you with the white stick of the sucker protruding from his mouth.
"Heh exactly. I dress this way for a lot of reasons, but if people fear me because of how I look that's on them. I dress like this to scare off any snobs who wouldn't want to know a guy like me. I also do it because I like seeing other folks feel better about themselves when they see me like this." He runs his fingers through his dyed hair, "But really, this is just the most honest way I could think of appearing."
'I appreciate an honest man. And for the folks who feel better about themselves in comparison to you, how do you show them that they're not?'
"I don't. I feel better than them, they feel better than me. We're even. I couldn't care less about what they think, but at least I'm making someone feel good. Until I rev my engine and speed past them that is." He laughs.
"Heh exactly. I dress this way for a lot of reasons, but if people fear me because of how I look that's on them. I dress like this to scare off any snobs who wouldn't want to know a guy like me. I also do it because I like seeing other folks feel better about themselves when they see me like this." He runs his fingers through his dyed hair, "But really, this is just the most honest way I could think of appearing."
'I appreciate an honest man. And for the folks who feel better about themselves in comparison to you, how do you show them that they're not?'
"I don't. I feel better than them, they feel better than me. We're even. I couldn't care less about what they think, but at least I'm making someone feel good. Until I rev my engine and speed past them that is." He laughs.
'You've never wanted to make someone into a monster? Or, make someone realise that's what they are?'
He glances up at the cashier and then at the camera in the corner. "Hold on, I gotta pay for this sucker." He walks over to counter and the cashier sees him and gives him a dark look but goes round the counter. The cheesy pop song screeches over the sound system morphing into a wilder song with beating drums and screaming guitars. "Oh hey, I love this station." grins Charlie.
The cashier looks confused, "I didn't..."
"Ah, right. Almost forgot, it's been so long." After he's done paying, she pays for the pretzels- entirely in coins that were seemingly all minted in the 70's and 80's- before leaving the store, waiting for him.
Charlie exits the store. Then he does so three more times. Four Charlie's now stand on the asphalt each with a different hair color. Red, Blonde, Blue, and Yellow. Only the blonde one has a lollipop in his fingers though and he is putting his baseball card in his jacket pocket. There is one other car pumping gas in the parking lot. Charlie waits for them to finish and drive off before speaking, "So, what did you want to speak to me about, Smiley? Hair dye tips?"
*The poor cashier is probably so confused lol*
"Actually, I have been considering dying my hair again- but no, I'm not here to talk about that." She starts, her mask shifting to display a question mark. "No, I'm here because I want to know what exactly you did to tick off Mr. Ocha enough for him to start a witch hunt for you and your pal Iago."
*Most definitely.*
The red-haired Charlie nods, "That's fair. I spilt the blood of a friend of his." The blue-haired one nods, "At the time, we thought it was murder but... well I still hurt someone innocent." The yellow-haired Charlie continues, "Mr. Ocha seems to think he's doing me some sort of favor. He could be. Honestly it seems to almost be a game for him." The blonde Charlie doesn't speak at all. He simply stares at you with the white stick of the sucker protruding from his mouth.
"I see..." She produces her notepad with her other hand, a third arm emerging from behind her coat and writing something down before vanishing from sight again. "And how was Iago involved in all this?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Heh exactly. I dress this way for a lot of reasons, but if people fear me because of how I look that's on them. I dress like this to scare off any snobs who wouldn't want to know a guy like me. I also do it because I like seeing other folks feel better about themselves when they see me like this." He runs his fingers through his dyed hair, "But really, this is just the most honest way I could think of appearing."
'I appreciate an honest man. And for the folks who feel better about themselves in comparison to you, how do you show them that they're not?'
"I don't. I feel better than them, they feel better than me. We're even. I couldn't care less about what they think, but at least I'm making someone feel good. Until I rev my engine and speed past them that is." He laughs.
'You've never wanted to make someone into a monster? Or, make someone realise that's what they are?'
"Not your sort of monster, no. I can serve as a reminder that the monstrous ain't too far away. But I don't see any point in making other people do terrible things."
"Heh exactly. I dress this way for a lot of reasons, but if people fear me because of how I look that's on them. I dress like this to scare off any snobs who wouldn't want to know a guy like me. I also do it because I like seeing other folks feel better about themselves when they see me like this." He runs his fingers through his dyed hair, "But really, this is just the most honest way I could think of appearing."
'I appreciate an honest man. And for the folks who feel better about themselves in comparison to you, how do you show them that they're not?'
"I don't. I feel better than them, they feel better than me. We're even. I couldn't care less about what they think, but at least I'm making someone feel good. Until I rev my engine and speed past them that is." He laughs.
'You've never wanted to make someone into a monster? Or, make someone realise that's what they are?'
"Not your sort of monster, no. I can serve as a reminder that the monstrous ain't too far away. But I don't see any point in making other people do terrible things."
'I suppose we have different jobs here. You take what is yours, and I take mine. At least we're both real Nightmares'
He glances up at the cashier and then at the camera in the corner. "Hold on, I gotta pay for this sucker." He walks over to counter and the cashier sees him and gives him a dark look but goes round the counter. The cheesy pop song screeches over the sound system morphing into a wilder song with beating drums and screaming guitars. "Oh hey, I love this station." grins Charlie.
The cashier looks confused, "I didn't..."
"Ah, right. Almost forgot, it's been so long." After he's done paying, she pays for the pretzels- entirely in coins that were seemingly all minted in the 70's and 80's- before leaving the store, waiting for him.
Charlie exits the store. Then he does so three more times. Four Charlie's now stand on the asphalt each with a different hair color. Red, Blonde, Blue, and Yellow. Only the blonde one has a lollipop in his fingers though and he is putting his baseball card in his jacket pocket. There is one other car pumping gas in the parking lot. Charlie waits for them to finish and drive off before speaking, "So, what did you want to speak to me about, Smiley? Hair dye tips?"
*The poor cashier is probably so confused lol*
"Actually, I have been considering dying my hair again- but no, I'm not here to talk about that." She starts, her mask shifting to display a question mark. "No, I'm here because I want to know what exactly you did to tick off Mr. Ocha enough for him to start a witch hunt for you and your pal Iago."
*Most definitely.*
The red-haired Charlie nods, "That's fair. I spilt the blood of a friend of his." The blue-haired one nods, "At the time, we thought it was murder but... well I still hurt someone innocent." The yellow-haired Charlie continues, "Mr. Ocha seems to think he's doing me some sort of favor. He could be. Honestly it seems to almost be a game for him." The blonde Charlie doesn't speak at all. He simply stares at you with the white stick of the sucker protruding from his mouth.
"I see..." She produces her notepad with her other hand, a third arm emerging from behind her coat and writing something down before vanishing from sight again. "And how was Iago involved in all this?"
All four Charlie's have serious expressions on their faces, "Iago... he's a dirtbag. Definitely deserves what's coming to him. Not that I don't... but... there's a difference." The blonde Charlie pulls the sucker out and speaks, "The dude I hurt, I thought he was a monster. I wouldn't have beat him up if I knew what was really going on. Iago knew who he was though. Iago actually wanted to kill him, despite him being innocent."
"Not your sort of monster, no. I can serve as a reminder that the monstrous ain't too far away. But I don't see any point in making other people do terrible things."
'I suppose we have different jobs here. You take what is yours, and I take mine. At least we're both real Nightmares'
He considers this and then smiles, "...I guess that's a good way to look at it. But I don't ever want to have a job. You're right though. We're realer than a lot of other Nightmares."
"Not your sort of monster, no. I can serve as a reminder that the monstrous ain't too far away. But I don't see any point in making other people do terrible things."
'I suppose we have different jobs here. You take what is yours, and I take mine. At least we're both real Nightmares'
He considers this and then smiles, "...I guess that's a good way to look at it. But I don't ever want to have a job. You're right though. We're realer than a lot of other Nightmares."
'Yeah. And a lot more dangerous than spiders' Iago laughs
He glances up at the cashier and then at the camera in the corner. "Hold on, I gotta pay for this sucker." He walks over to counter and the cashier sees him and gives him a dark look but goes round the counter. The cheesy pop song screeches over the sound system morphing into a wilder song with beating drums and screaming guitars. "Oh hey, I love this station." grins Charlie.
The cashier looks confused, "I didn't..."
"Ah, right. Almost forgot, it's been so long." After he's done paying, she pays for the pretzels- entirely in coins that were seemingly all minted in the 70's and 80's- before leaving the store, waiting for him.
Charlie exits the store. Then he does so three more times. Four Charlie's now stand on the asphalt each with a different hair color. Red, Blonde, Blue, and Yellow. Only the blonde one has a lollipop in his fingers though and he is putting his baseball card in his jacket pocket. There is one other car pumping gas in the parking lot. Charlie waits for them to finish and drive off before speaking, "So, what did you want to speak to me about, Smiley? Hair dye tips?"
*The poor cashier is probably so confused lol*
"Actually, I have been considering dying my hair again- but no, I'm not here to talk about that." She starts, her mask shifting to display a question mark. "No, I'm here because I want to know what exactly you did to tick off Mr. Ocha enough for him to start a witch hunt for you and your pal Iago."
*Most definitely.*
The red-haired Charlie nods, "That's fair. I spilt the blood of a friend of his." The blue-haired one nods, "At the time, we thought it was murder but... well I still hurt someone innocent." The yellow-haired Charlie continues, "Mr. Ocha seems to think he's doing me some sort of favor. He could be. Honestly it seems to almost be a game for him." The blonde Charlie doesn't speak at all. He simply stares at you with the white stick of the sucker protruding from his mouth.
"I see..." She produces her notepad with her other hand, a third arm emerging from behind her coat and writing something down before vanishing from sight again. "And how was Iago involved in all this?"
All four Charlie's have serious expressions on their faces, "Iago... he's a dirtbag. Definitely deserves what's coming to him. Not that I don't... but... there's a difference." The blonde Charlie pulls the sucker out and speaks, "The dude I hurt, I thought he was a monster. I wouldn't have beat him up if I knew what was really going on. Iago knew who he was though. Iago actually wanted to kill him, despite him being innocent."
Her mask shifts to her neutral expression as she continues to take notes. "Tell you what, if you can help me find wherever he is, I'll focus all my tormenting towards him and be out of your hair for the rest of the hunt. How's that sound?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He considers this and then smiles, "...I guess that's a good way to look at it. But I don't ever want to have a job. You're right though. We're realer than a lot of other Nightmares."
'Yeah. And a lot more dangerous than spiders' Iago laughs
He laughs, "I like to think so. The truth is often scarier than creepy legs or itchy venom."
All four Charlie's have serious expressions on their faces, "Iago... he's a dirtbag. Definitely deserves what's coming to him. Not that I don't... but... there's a difference." The blonde Charlie pulls the sucker out and speaks, "The dude I hurt, I thought he was a monster. I wouldn't have beat him up if I knew what was really going on. Iago knew who he was though. Iago actually wanted to kill him, despite him being innocent."
Her mask shifts to her neutral expression as she continues to take notes. "Tell you what, if you can help me find wherever he is, I'll focus all my tormenting towards him and be out of your hair for the rest of the hunt. How's that sound?"
He considers this, "You're asking me to betray the only... friend I have right now?"
He considers this and then smiles, "...I guess that's a good way to look at it. But I don't ever want to have a job. You're right though. We're realer than a lot of other Nightmares."
'Yeah. And a lot more dangerous than spiders' Iago laughs
He laughs, "I like to think so. The truth is often scarier than creepy legs or itchy venom."
He considers this and then smiles, "...I guess that's a good way to look at it. But I don't ever want to have a job. You're right though. We're realer than a lot of other Nightmares."
'Yeah. And a lot more dangerous than spiders' Iago laughs
He laughs, "I like to think so. The truth is often scarier than creepy legs or itchy venom."
He considers this and then smiles, "...I guess that's a good way to look at it. But I don't ever want to have a job. You're right though. We're realer than a lot of other Nightmares."
'Yeah. And a lot more dangerous than spiders' Iago laughs
He laughs, "I like to think so. The truth is often scarier than creepy legs or itchy venom."
All four Charlie's have serious expressions on their faces, "Iago... he's a dirtbag. Definitely deserves what's coming to him. Not that I don't... but... there's a difference." The blonde Charlie pulls the sucker out and speaks, "The dude I hurt, I thought he was a monster. I wouldn't have beat him up if I knew what was really going on. Iago knew who he was though. Iago actually wanted to kill him, despite him being innocent."
Her mask shifts to her neutral expression as she continues to take notes. "Tell you what, if you can help me find wherever he is, I'll focus all my tormenting towards him and be out of your hair for the rest of the hunt. How's that sound?"
He considers this, "You're asking me to betray the only... friend I have right now?"
"I mean, he's the one who deserves this the most out of you two, right? He wanted to kill someone he knew was innocent and knew who they were. That sounds like a dangerous 'friend' to keep around- what makes you think you're not at risk?" She responds, her mask splitting into a vertical maw as she eats the pretzels she bought- packaging and all- in a single bite before her mask snaps shut again.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
All four Charlie's have serious expressions on their faces, "Iago... he's a dirtbag. Definitely deserves what's coming to him. Not that I don't... but... there's a difference." The blonde Charlie pulls the sucker out and speaks, "The dude I hurt, I thought he was a monster. I wouldn't have beat him up if I knew what was really going on. Iago knew who he was though. Iago actually wanted to kill him, despite him being innocent."
Her mask shifts to her neutral expression as she continues to take notes. "Tell you what, if you can help me find wherever he is, I'll focus all my tormenting towards him and be out of your hair for the rest of the hunt. How's that sound?"
He considers this, "You're asking me to betray the only... friend I have right now?"
"I mean, he's the one who deserves this the most out of you two, right? He wanted to kill someone he knew was innocent and knew who they were. That sounds like a dangerous 'friend' to keep around- what makes you think you're not at risk?" She responds, her mask splitting into a vertical maw as she eats the pretzels she bought- packaging and all- in a single bite before her mask snaps shut again.
"I fell for his deception. I ran headfirst into a fight and allowed myself to be made a fool of. And I hurt someone innocent. I deserve to be hunted." A furious fire seems to burn behind the eyes of the Charlies. Eight windows into souls caught on fire. "I can handle myself. I'm not going to let him use me again." But then his lips part into wide smiles and the fire inside him takes on a very different light. It leaps and licks at the air with glee. "Iago does need to be taken down. But... I can't do it. Not right now." All four Charlies move to his car. They each get in through a different door and the car roars to life. The blonde Charlie looks at you from behind the wheel, "I can't... tell you where he is." Music begins to play over his radio. "But I think you'll be able to find him." The car then slides out of the parking spot as the singing begins in the song: SOMETHING SURE IS HAPPENING! SOMETHING'S GOING DOWN! SOMETHING SURE IS HAPPENING! SOMEONE NEW'S IN TOWN! WHERE SHOULD THE FAMILY MEET?! HOW ARE WE GONNA LOSE SOME?! THE PARTY'S AT 66, 5TH STREET! LET ME KNOW WHEN YOU COME!
*The poor cashier is probably so confused lol*
"Actually, I have been considering dying my hair again- but no, I'm not here to talk about that." She starts, her mask shifting to display a question mark. "No, I'm here because I want to know what exactly you did to tick off Mr. Ocha enough for him to start a witch hunt for you and your pal Iago."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Heh exactly. I dress this way for a lot of reasons, but if people fear me because of how I look that's on them. I dress like this to scare off any snobs who wouldn't want to know a guy like me. I also do it because I like seeing other folks feel better about themselves when they see me like this." He runs his fingers through his dyed hair, "But really, this is just the most honest way I could think of appearing."
'I appreciate an honest man. And for the folks who feel better about themselves in comparison to you, how do you show them that they're not?'
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*Most definitely.*
The red-haired Charlie nods, "That's fair. I spilt the blood of a friend of his." The blue-haired one nods, "At the time, we thought it was murder but... well I still hurt someone innocent." The yellow-haired Charlie continues, "Mr. Ocha seems to think he's doing me some sort of favor. He could be. Honestly it seems to almost be a game for him." The blonde Charlie doesn't speak at all. He simply stares at you with the white stick of the sucker protruding from his mouth.
"I don't. I feel better than them, they feel better than me. We're even. I couldn't care less about what they think, but at least I'm making someone feel good. Until I rev my engine and speed past them that is." He laughs.
'You've never wanted to make someone into a monster? Or, make someone realise that's what they are?'
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"I see..." She produces her notepad with her other hand, a third arm emerging from behind her coat and writing something down before vanishing from sight again. "And how was Iago involved in all this?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Not your sort of monster, no. I can serve as a reminder that the monstrous ain't too far away. But I don't see any point in making other people do terrible things."
'I suppose we have different jobs here. You take what is yours, and I take mine. At least we're both real Nightmares'
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All four Charlie's have serious expressions on their faces, "Iago... he's a dirtbag. Definitely deserves what's coming to him. Not that I don't... but... there's a difference." The blonde Charlie pulls the sucker out and speaks, "The dude I hurt, I thought he was a monster. I wouldn't have beat him up if I knew what was really going on. Iago knew who he was though. Iago actually wanted to kill him, despite him being innocent."
He considers this and then smiles, "...I guess that's a good way to look at it. But I don't ever want to have a job. You're right though. We're realer than a lot of other Nightmares."
'Yeah. And a lot more dangerous than spiders' Iago laughs
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Her mask shifts to her neutral expression as she continues to take notes. "Tell you what, if you can help me find wherever he is, I'll focus all my tormenting towards him and be out of your hair for the rest of the hunt. How's that sound?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He laughs, "I like to think so. The truth is often scarier than creepy legs or itchy venom."
He considers this, "You're asking me to betray the only... friend I have right now?"
'Now that is something we can agree on'
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*Sounds like a good place to end on?*
*sure*
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"I mean, he's the one who deserves this the most out of you two, right? He wanted to kill someone he knew was innocent and knew who they were. That sounds like a dangerous 'friend' to keep around- what makes you think you're not at risk?" She responds, her mask splitting into a vertical maw as she eats the pretzels she bought- packaging and all- in a single bite before her mask snaps shut again.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"I fell for his deception. I ran headfirst into a fight and allowed myself to be made a fool of. And I hurt someone innocent. I deserve to be hunted." A furious fire seems to burn behind the eyes of the Charlies. Eight windows into souls caught on fire. "I can handle myself. I'm not going to let him use me again." But then his lips part into wide smiles and the fire inside him takes on a very different light. It leaps and licks at the air with glee. "Iago does need to be taken down. But... I can't do it. Not right now." All four Charlies move to his car. They each get in through a different door and the car roars to life. The blonde Charlie looks at you from behind the wheel, "I can't... tell you where he is." Music begins to play over his radio. "But I think you'll be able to find him." The car then slides out of the parking spot as the singing begins in the song: SOMETHING SURE IS HAPPENING! SOMETHING'S GOING DOWN! SOMETHING SURE IS HAPPENING! SOMEONE NEW'S IN TOWN! WHERE SHOULD THE FAMILY MEET?! HOW ARE WE GONNA LOSE SOME?! THE PARTY'S AT 66, 5TH STREET! LET ME KNOW WHEN YOU COME!