Charlie
You know I talk too much
honey, come put your lips on mine & shut me up
honey, come put your lips on mine & shut me up
What is revealed is nothing short of a work of art.
If you've any familiarity with Rube Goldberg machines, what Charlie has built around the shrine will make a bit of sense, at least initially. Glass pendulums, gears, wires, levers, and all sorts of other pressure-sensitive devices have been installed around the shrine, connected to one another in wildly complex ways that aren't even worth describing. Suffice it to say, Dr. Suess would have been proud.
No sooner has the cord been pulled and the curtain drops, Asta will behold ahead of him and to his left a station that is clearly meant for making tea. The release of the curtain has set off a series of small balls that roll down glass pathways, and where in traditional rube-goldberg machines nothing more would happen to them, in Charlie's version, everything touched and used immediately shatters, thus beginning the start of a wonderful cacophony of chaos.
Should Asta follow the lines of the balls as they drop and fall along the gears and mechanisms, he'll see that eventually his tea will be heated via a small flame that's presently burning through a wire, which, once severed, will drop a spoonful of honey into a small black teacup.
For Charlie's portion, the priestess dances to the opposite side of the shrine, before shrugging her dress over her head and letting it fall to the floor. With only a pair of black lacy underwear, should the butcher look her way, he'll notice that the complex machinery that's still shattering and breaking all around them as it completes its programming will have long feathers moving up and down at the perfect height to softly tickle the priestess's bare back.
It's pure orchestrated chaos, which will have the end result of a perfectly brewed cup of tea for the butcher, and decadent back touches for the priestess.
If you've any familiarity with Rube Goldberg machines, what Charlie has built around the shrine will make a bit of sense, at least initially. Glass pendulums, gears, wires, levers, and all sorts of other pressure-sensitive devices have been installed around the shrine, connected to one another in wildly complex ways that aren't even worth describing. Suffice it to say, Dr. Suess would have been proud.
No sooner has the cord been pulled and the curtain drops, Asta will behold ahead of him and to his left a station that is clearly meant for making tea. The release of the curtain has set off a series of small balls that roll down glass pathways, and where in traditional rube-goldberg machines nothing more would happen to them, in Charlie's version, everything touched and used immediately shatters, thus beginning the start of a wonderful cacophony of chaos.
Should Asta follow the lines of the balls as they drop and fall along the gears and mechanisms, he'll see that eventually his tea will be heated via a small flame that's presently burning through a wire, which, once severed, will drop a spoonful of honey into a small black teacup.
For Charlie's portion, the priestess dances to the opposite side of the shrine, before shrugging her dress over her head and letting it fall to the floor. With only a pair of black lacy underwear, should the butcher look her way, he'll notice that the complex machinery that's still shattering and breaking all around them as it completes its programming will have long feathers moving up and down at the perfect height to softly tickle the priestess's bare back.
It's pure orchestrated chaos, which will have the end result of a perfectly brewed cup of tea for the butcher, and decadent back touches for the priestess.
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
