Charles nodded looking around, "And there are a lot of them to. Do you see the shimmer when they move?" he asked, pointing out one particular jogger.

Violet tilted her head a little and narrowed her eyes, "I...I think so...Are you telling me these people aren't really here?"

"Correct" Charles replied, "I never thought there would be so many. Where did they all come from?" he wondered. It wasn't as thought Genosha had been around for very long, although it had certainly had it's tragedies.

"This is weird..." She wrapped her arm around Charles, "This hasn't happened before... I don't think they're all from Genosha. That guy has a Canadian Maple leafs shirt on." She pointed out.

"Or perhaps you've only never noticed" Charles suggested as they continued to walk along, "What do you think brought them here?"

"Maybe... I haven't a clue what brought them all here... Maybe they're in a dense alternative plane of existence." She shrugged. "Oh, here we are. You still up for this?"

"By all means" Charles agreed.

((Which of us should play Moira?))

((Probably you. I don't really know anything about her.))

They sat down and ordered some spring rolls, some dumplings, miso soup, house salad... Violet enjoyed the Miso Soup and the dressing on the house salad, making a mental note to look up the recipe when she got home.

It really helped to have Charles connected to her, so they could figure out who was there and who wasn't. It became sort of a game, finding someone and deciding if they were dead of alive.

On the way home something caught Charles' eye and he stopped, looking off down the street.

"Hmm? What's wrong Charles?" She asked, looking down the road as well.

"I... I thought I saw..." he shook his head and turned back the way they were going, "For a moment I thought I saw someone I knew... I suppose not"

"Hmmm..." Violet looked back in the direction but didn't think on it for long.

When they arrived at Violet's door, she point blanked asked, "Do you not want to kiss me, Charles?"

Charles blinked, "I-well-yes-but-do you want me to kiss you?" he asked, rather taken aback.

She crossed her arms and smirked a little bit, "Hun, I have been giving you signals, left right and centre. Gods you make me all light headed and you won't make a move... well, I guess I should understand since I threw you over the kitchen table and the whole ghost thing happened when you tried to but I'm a woman damn it! And lately you've been acting all... teacher like... like we're not dating..."

Charles blinked, "I... wow... I suppose I have" he scratched his head as he thought about it, "I'm so used to having the two things so separated I suppose... heh ^_^; sorry."

She crossed her arms behind her back, " Well you should be sorry. A Lady does not like being kept waiting."

"Oh, how rude of me" Charles smiled at her and stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Violet and leaning in to kiss her.

She pushed herself up against the door and put a finger to his lips, "But now I'm expecting it." She reached behind her and opened the door, "...Oh hell." She wrapped an arm around the back of his head and pressed her lips against his.

((lawl, such a tease))

And they kissed

((You could say the same for Charles.))

Violet hummed along to a tune in her head as she pulled weeds out of the garden, a blue tooth in one ear.

A woman with short brown hair, wearing somewhat outdated clothing, was leaning on the fence and watching Violet tend the garden.

Violet didn't notice the woman for several mins.

"Hmm?" She looked up, brushing the dust off of her hands, "Can I help you miss?" She asked getting up and wiping her brow.

"... what is your name?" the woman asked, tilting her head to the side.

Violet paused, "Oh. I'm Violet. What's yours?"

"Moira" she greeted, standing upright and offering her hand in greeting, "Moira McHale"