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

[hyanaimne]

[she raises an eyebrow at him, then grins, faintly]

Move out of the way, then.

[when he does, she kneels down, eyeing the mess on the floor. She holds out a hand, palm flat, then murmurs something quietly - it isn't in English, nor is it any language that Chrono may know; it's sing-songy, a lilting tone that seems pleasant on the ears. A moment later, a breeze blows through the kitchen, gentle at first, blowing all the debris into the corner. A second breeze follows, a bit stronger, to get whatever the first missed.

Satisfied, she dusts off her hands, as if she did actual work, and stands back up]

[overclocking]

[He watches this blankly for a moment, frowning when the magic touches his senses again (it's so odd), and-

lifts a hand to stifle the inevitable coughing fit from the ash that's churned up by the wind.]

Is this how you normally clean?

[hyanaimne]

When I wish to be efficient, yes.

[She looks, underneath the hood, the tiniest bit smug]

[overclocking]

... It seems more like cheating to me...

[The kettle has been successfully washed, but a perfunctory glance at the stove shows that... it, too, is quite thoroughly buried under debris.]

Can you also heat a tea kettle, by any chance?

[hyanaimne]

[she ignores the cheating comment and grins, wider]

Fire is my specialty, so yes, I can.

[overclocking]

[... Fire specialty.

The look on his face probably effectively communicates just how distinctly unpleasant that sounds right now.]

[hyanaimne]

. . . oh, for—

Yes, I can heat your bloody kettle, without causing any damage or harm.

[overclocking]

[He relents and holds the kettle out. Warily.]

Fine, but I'm holding you to that.

[hyanaimne]

I am no novice, boy. I am a master of my art.

[she snatches the kettle from him with a scowl and holds it in the palm of her hand, much like a waitress would hold her tray. She doesn't murmur anything this time, and there's no signs of fire, but . . . soon, the water in the kettle starts to heat, wisps of heat coming out of the spout]

[overclocking]

[He seems indifferent to her magical muscle-flexing, more interested in supervising. When no flames seem forthcoming, he turns to go fetch some mugs from one of the cabinets. Fortunately they don't reside in the cabinet that fell.]

[hyanaimne]

[she stands there and holds the kettle out in her palm while Chrono does that, looking slightly less annoyed and now bored that the excitement was gone. She reaches up with her free hand to tug the hood back a bit so she can watch him better]

[overclocking]

[He fishes in the cabinet until he finds the mugs (has to hop a few times to reach the shelf, shut the fuck up), but when he pulls them down and inspects them, he's relieved to find that their cabinet shelter has spared them the ash-facial everything else in the apartment has received.

He turns back to her, mugs in hand, and... tries really hard not to look around, actually.]

... Maybe we should go in the living room.

[hyanaimne]

[she's still standing there. She almost resembles one of those models you'd see in old-fashioned commercials, holding objects in the palm of their hands and smiling like while the announcer would describe it's wonders.

Only she looks bemused, if anything]

It is up to you.