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.]

Comments

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[overclocking]

You can help on the condition that there's no more laughing!

video -> action!

[onehundredswords]

Alright, alright, I'll approach it with the utmost seriousness.

[As if.

But he does eventually make his way over to 304 to...well, help is a very strong word.

He'll see what he can do.]

Action

[soul_sister]

[It's less a matter of luck, and certainly no matter of skill or competency, but by the time time Gin arrives someone has literally eaten the fire... allowing him to walk into a scene of ash, haphazardly thrown around wet towels, misfires of a fire extinguishers, the shattered remains of the microwave and... a teenaged nun and a child fighting about who actually was responsible for cleaning.]

I'm not responsible for possessed appliances!

Action

[overclocking]

[The child in question is currently using some of those wet towels to mop up the haphazard white foam, despite swearing up and down that he wasn't going to clean any of this.

And bitching. A lot of that.]

If it was possessed you should have exorcised it! All you're doing is admitting you're bad at your job!

Re: Action

[soul_sister]

You took all three of my guns! How was I supposed to?!

[Except she spots Gin right at that moment...]

Oh good! YOU! Get the mop!

[onehundredswords]

[...he's really trying to hold back his laughter here.

Maybe there's a loose snicker or two, but aside that he maintains his composure rather well, although-]

Ah, I came here to help with puttin' out the fire, not play cleanup.

But it seems ya' did that yer'selves already.

[soul_sister]

Oh, the fire's not out yet. The fire is what will happen if we don't clean up before Mitsuru gets home.

So you're in time.

[overclocking]

[He appreciates the effort, at least.]

... She isn't going to let you escape now that you're here.

[onehundredswords]

...ah, geez.

[HE WILL GET OUT OF THIS or at least try his damnedest.

Realistically he could just leave but where's the fun in that.]

Look look, tell ya' what - you guys clean an' I'll finally make good on that offer to cook for ya', how about that?

[C'MON ROSETTE.

FOOD.

DON'T YOU WANT FOOD.]

[soul_sister]

[That is a SIREN CALL, as she didn't even get her damned potato......

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....]


WELL! Cleaning IS hard work.

[soul_sister]

But one rule! No future food!

Hunger is no laughing matter.

[overclocking]

[OKAY BUT, here's the thing. Someone in this room is mildly traumatized when it comes to other people cooking, or attempting to cook, or even existing in the same metaphysical, syntactical realm as the word "cook".

He completely ignores Rosette in favor of scrutinizing Gin closely (what offer to cook for her?? Who are you, mister.)]

—How good are you at cooking?

[onehundredswords]

[Don't be like that Chrono, look at this trustworthy face.]

Pretty good! Cooked for myself my whole life, so...

I ain't about to set your apartment on fire or anything.

[soul_sister]

That was a fluke!

[overclocking]

[No face that wants to use his kitchen is trustworthy.

But then, their dinner has also become a burnt, flaming projectile.]

... Fine.

But if you break it, you pay for it!

LATEST IM SO SORRY

[onehundredswords]

Relax, relax. I know what I'm doin'.

I gotta run out an' grab a few things though, so if ya' could at least clear yer' kitchen before I get back that'd be great.

[At which points he starts heading towards the exit.]

[soul_sister]

[It's terrible, what passes by Rosette and what she seems to have iron clad perception of.

It may not even be RIGHT... but she reaches out to snag the retreating collar.]

Oh no you don't!

[overclocking]

[He gives Gin something akin to a pitying look. He told you so.]

[onehundredswords]

Ah-

[Damn.

He halts as soon as he feels himself being held back.]

...didn't you already destroy all your ingredients though?

[soul_sister]

We can work with what's left.