lottecal

[lottecal]

"Oh, I missed my birthday this year."

"Whatever."

[lottecal]

"I'm trans and I'll kick your ass. Again."

[lottecal]

"I'm trans and I'll kick your ass."

[lottecal]

Happy birthday charlotte yippee!!!!

[lottecal]

"Alright, I'm up. I'm up. I didn't forget."

"...But I think everyone that's been even vaguely involved in my life in some manner has forgotten, so it's back to work for me."

[lottecal]

Checking the calendar... oh. Already?

"...huh. Well, my birthday's in a week. It isn't like it'll be any different from any other day, but still."

[lottecal]

Walks in. Wipes dust off of the table.

Leaves.

[lottecal]

"...It's been quiet lately." Charlotte says, openly and rather stupidly talking to the air. He stares emptily at a few blueprints stapled to the drywall.

After a few minutes, he tears them down and throws them away. He wanders into a different room of his laboratory and shuts the door behind him.

[lottecal]

sorry for the abrupt month-long absence! needless to say pizza tower has me in a vice grip and i'm not totally sure when activity will return

[lottecal]

Gay peepo! before i sleep!

[lottecal]

△ — worst childhood memory?

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Discomfort rating: 10/10.

Charlotte really does not want to answer this question. That fact is plain on his features. But he has to, of course.

He sits there silently for several minutes, wringing his hands over his mouth.

"...when I was younger. Maybe 7 or so. I was with my parents at a large science fair. It was for a different school, so I wasn't participating. But... somehow, I ended up getting separated from them. I became panicked, and being around all of those people and things was overwhelming, so I hid in one of the bathrooms."

"I was very upset. But my mother eventually found me. She... she could see how upset I was. Then, she said..."

"..."

"Sorry, but I'm not going to finish that. I don't want to, and it's something no one else needs to know. I don't care if I "have to," I'm not going to say anything else because it's unnecessary. I'm going to leave now. Goodbye."

[lottecal]

The Anderson Laboratory. It was an impressive building that took up roughly a quarter of a block, and it wasn't shy about flaunting its scientific purposes. It was a stark white and had a limited number of windows, all of which were above ground level, and sported a large observatory with an advanced telescope. It would be hard to believe that only one scientist resided there.

But, of course, when a child’s parents had access to all the money in the world, they didn’t make exceptions. Wherever money could solve problems, anyway.

Charlotte has had to deal with the nosiness of the public before. Usually, simply disregarding letters and knocks on the entrance were enough to keep them at bay. But every once in a while, someone was especially persistent with their endeavors to discover just what mysteries laid within the building.

Above the windowless door, a security camera emerges from a previously sealed hole with the intent to make its presence known. It focuses directly on its “visitor,” and a fuzzy speaker transmits the sole inhabitant’s voice.

“Look. I don’t know why you want to come in so badly, but this place isn’t open for tours. I’d appreciate it if you stopped standing there for the sake of my paranoia.”

[lottecal]

△ - Are you happy with yourself?

send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character

Discomfort rating: 5/10.

"...No. Absolutely not. I'm supposed to be this incredible genius, but I stress over the littlest things and can't think straight half of the time."

"I could go on and on about everything that's wrong, but — but the most important thing is that they don't know. I have to bury it and look the part, because that's just how it is."

[lottecal]

Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character

They’ll have to:

Rate on a scale of 1-10 how much they don’t want to answer that question.

Answer that question.

[lottecal]

Damn it. What was he doing? The logical course of action would have been to apologize, leave, and be on his way, but he's hitting a brick wall every time he tries to think. So much for being a genius.

And now someone who works here is expecting an answer out of him. This is a very, very unideal situation, but he has to handle it whether he wants to or not.

"...Hello." he says, his tone intentionally flat. His next words are delayed just slightly too long, but he's going to take that over stuttering or making any other noticeable slip-ups.

"May I have a look at your menu?"

Peppino couldn't help but glance up from the newspaper he was reading from. He was mostly side-eying headlines about him to try to predict when he'd suddenly get a flood of new customers. He tries not to stare-- Trust him, he's realized how obvious he could be with it, but.

...Huh? He's gotten so used to people coming directly to him to order that he never considered the fact that. Right, some people sat down and waited to be served. This was still... Partly a dine-in restaurant, right? Delivery and to-go orientated or not... Given there really wasn't anybody else in here, well. He eventually grabbed a notepad and made his way to the other.

"Hello there," He managed in a casual but still 'customer-service' tone, "How can I help-a you today?"

[lottecal]

To say the least, he didn't buy that for himself.

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@emptyzone (peppino)

This is the last place Charlotte would expect to find himself in. But... today is one of those days. Some set of circumstances have led him here, but he'd been too lost in his own headspace to remember how. Somehow, somehow, he's ended up standing in the entryway of a pizza parlor.

"..."

He takes the nearest seat, fists shoved into his coat pockets.