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ACTION;
A) [In the morning, Charles can be found living up to his actual age, being an old man and setting up a chessboard in the park! Someone save him before he starts feeding pigeons and wearing sweater vests. He doesn't seem to have a partner to play with. Not until you walk by, that is, at which point he smiles and gestures to the other side of the table.]

Why don't you take a seat? Let's have a match. [SUSPICIOUS... No, he's just that bored and in a rare social mood.]

B) [Or maybe you catch him a little later on, after he's packed away his chess set and is out walking his, uh... Horace. The giant beast actually seems pretty tame, all things considered, only stopping to sniff moving things (like you, whoops!) and occasionally making gross growling noises and drooling on the ground. So majestic.

For the unfortunate citizens, these two losers can also be found in much less docile situations - Charles trying to shoo his droolbeast away from a drone it's attempting to gnaw on, or perhaps Horace lolloping down the road with a few geese in its mouth.]

PHONE;
[And carrying on with the trend of being utterly unruffled by everything that happened over the weekend, Charles will pick up his phone in the early evening with a question for the masses.]

I'd like to know your opinion on concerts. Proper orchestral performances, I mean. Who here enjoys them? If something with that sort of music happened to be available in the city, would you attend? [His little fancy cultured self is starting to feel more deprived than usual okay... Having at least one other star performer now, all that's left is to gauge the interest of a potential audience.]

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Live chess? Let me guess, it involves a collection of morons standing on a life-size chess board battling it out amongst each other until there is only one person who remains standing. [what kind of guess is that....

also giving the Doctor the white king he gets no choice]

[godcomplexed]

[Stretching out in the seat and observing the chess board.]

Life-size chess board? Don't be ridiculous, Charles!

...That's extreme chess.

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[setting up his pieces like an impatient kid...]

Extreme chess... [eyeroll!!] Do tell me what live chess is, then, and perhaps any other bizarre sort of chess games you've managed to find yourself roped into.

[godcomplexed]

It's where every piece on the chessboard is connected to a live electrical current. And you're limited to only a certain amount of moves per piece. And if you make too many, well...

They flip the current on.

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...You would be familiar with a game like that, wouldn't you. Have I ever told you that it's a miracle you've managed to make it to your horrid age? Because it truly is.

[reaching across the table to pat his arm with great pity]

[godcomplexed]

[Scowling. HE DOESN'T NEED YOUR PITY CHARLES.]

Miracle? It's no miracle. It's a result of pure genius, quick thinking, creativity, and generally long legs.

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[HE'S GETTING ALL OF IT ANYWAY now he's getting a pitying look too...]

Don't your legs hinder you more often than help you? The whole tripping clumsily around on even flat surfaces thing seems like it might not be very beneficial to swift escapes.