o1. video / optional action

[overclocking]

[Today, two unforgivable errors were made: the first, he let Rosette use the kitchen.

The second: He let Rosette use the kitchen.

When the feed blinks to life, the serenity of the figure facing the camera is directly at odds with the thunderous cacophony in the background. Chrono just smiles blandly at his unseen audience as a terrible burst of sparks makes itself visible in—is his back to the apartment's kitchen?]

I just had a quick question. [He might as well dive right into it, as a crash echoes around the apartment. He doesn't even flinch.] Does anyone here know how to repair electronics? A microwave, specifically? I think apartment number 304 could use your services.

[It's here that Rosette comes into view, hurdling around the corner as smoke billows in her wake; if Chrono were actually looking, he might think it seems appropriate for Rosette's definition of an entrance. It's unclear whether she's addressing Chrono or the tablet (even realizes he's talking to the tablet) when she bellows FIRE! THAT'S A FIRE! It's very likely the former based on how the serenity of Chrono's smile twitches into something that speaks silent danger for someone.]

Quickly, if it isn't too much trouble? [The feed doesn't cut off; evidently, his quiet fury is such that he completely forgets to turn off the tablet before hurling it across the room to go perform some manner of intervention.

It lands facing a ceiling that is growing increasingly smokey.]



action.

[Anyone who actually approaches apartment #304 will find an impressive cloud of black smoke billowing out of the open door that smells distinctly of burnt electronics and scorched metal. Rosette's voice will make itself known second, shouting about how the kitchen is out to get her and this isn't her fault.

If one actually ventures into the abyss (which speaks volumes toward a capacity for bad decisions, by the way), they'll find a frantic teenage girl and a long-suffering little kid trying to determine the best way to put out an impressive electrical fire.]

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[overclocking]

[He doesn't flinch, cringe, make faces, or give any other indication that he's in any pain. They both know he's had far, far worse than this; it's not even a paper cut, in the scheme of things.

But he's smart enough to realize that she's probably beating herself up over the circumstances surrounding this bout of injuries, so he opts to save any quips for later.]

Better. Thank you.

[soul_sister]

[After a quick application of the soothing gel, she motions for his other hand.]

I'll change the dressings tomorrow.

[overclocking]

You'll have to get up extra early if you want to do it before I leave in the morning.

[SURELY THIS WILL DISSUADE HER...]

[soul_sister]

How early is extra early?

[overclocking]

The-sun-isn't-quite-up-yet early.

[HANDWAVES.]

It's not like I can't change a few bandages! Don't worry about it.

[soul_sister]

[That's horrible why would you do that.]

It'll only be a day or two, right? [She dismisses it with a wave.] I'll get it after you get back.

[overclocking]

[Dammit.

Approaching desperation, he opts for switching tactics.]

Well, if you insist, but-

Geez, Rosette, I've never known you to be so caring and concerned before.

[soul_sister]

[TWITCH. She grabs a pointy tip of his ear and pulls up on it.]

Ehh, what's that? START BY WRAPPING OVER YOUR MOUTH?

[overclocking]

Ow, ow, hey-

[He bends under her fingers, attempting to minimize the cruel and unusual ear pain.]

Stop that!!

[soul_sister]

Fortunately, you're being tended to by a beautiful and caring angel of mercy. [The beautiful and caring angel of mercy tugs for emphasis on choice words.]

So when you wake me up tomorrow, I will begin to prove it to you.

[overclocking]

[He opts for swatting at her, because something something self-defense of the injured.

Fat chance he actually is going to wake her up tomorrow, because the moment she sees unhealed burns, she's going to crack the seal on that watch.]

That's funny, I don't see any angels here!

[soul_sister]

Exactly, you need healing! [She does let his ear go, and attempts to catch his wrist to tie off the other arms worth of bandages.]

[overclocking]

[He allows this, grumbling all the while, and reaches around with the other hand to rub his sore ear.]

Honestly...

[soul_sister]

[She settles as well with a huff. The motions of finishing the wrap and tending the lesser burns is at least soothing.]

Just be careful with these.

[overclocking]

I will, I will.

[WOULD HE LIE TO YOU, ROSETTE. (This is a rhetorical question please don't answer it)]

I think your five minutes is up, though.

[soul_sister]

What? No! There were minutes left when you woke me up. I'm entitled to those minutes!

[overclocking]

I'd actually given you twenty minutes in the first place.

Technically you owe me fifteen.

[soul_sister]

I...

I never agreed to that!

Those minutes were free! You can't take them back.

[overclocking]

[Reaches around for the mop.




Hands it to her.]

[soul_sister]

[She opens her mouth to argue and seems to realize, for once, that this is as good of a deal as she is going to get.

With a deeply put upon air, she gets up, taking the mop.]