Entry II | Video

[andhishat]

[The sight that appears on your device's screens is that of a wall of smoke, and hopefully you had the speakers turned down because the fire alarms they use here aren't exactly pleasant on the ears. For a minute that's all there is, smoke obscuring vague shapes and the sound of the alarm screeching its head off, but if you stick with it you soon see a shape start moving in through the black clouds, the sound of coughing audible under the alarm. Finally, Reya emerges from the smoke, her hand over her mouth.]

Enough!

[She gestures and shoots two little red orbs off in different directions. There's a loud crack and the sound of glass breaking, and suddenly the alarm disintegrates into static, and the smoke starts to lessen, just slightly. A gust of magically conjured wind speeds it along.]

May Ithilids starve themselves on the brains of whatever sadist designed these infernal machines!

[She turns back to the camera, wiping soot from her cheek.]

I'm certain the one who wrote the instructions on the back of our food is either long dead or not very concerned with my plight, but I would like to inform those providing it that not every world uses whatever absurd system you people have for measuring the passage of time.

[Coughing as she tries to take a calming breath]

Since I find myself with the choice of continually risking burning down my residence, starvation, or throwing myself upon the kindness of others, I am hoping some among you might be willing to explain 'minutes' and 'seconds' to me, as well as the proper use of this 'mi-crow-wave' device?

Also, to those living with me, I apologize for the mess, [She glances over her shoulder] and the window. I'll clean it up as soon as I'm able.

[OOC: Basically, Reya tried to use the microwave, and coming from a world where time measurement is based on people's best guess she made a botch job of it. Roommates feel free to action tag]

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[toprotect]

[And he was just heading to his room, too. Well, he caught the video on his way so at least he knows what to expect. That and at least now he knows what those alarms were for.

He'll just slip in and close the door before the smoke can get out through the door. Broken window is a better way for that to go.]

Don't worry about the mess, and I'll help clean up the window. Are you all right?

[Sup stranger, one of your your roommates is showing genuine concern.]

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[andhishat]

[She's got a cloth to her mouth now, urging more of the smoke to clear when the young man who had moved in recently entered the kitchen.

This was not the sort of good impression she had hoped to make]

I have to be, because if I've survived dragons, mad sorcerers, and godlings only to be killed by my own inability to cook, I think my soul would have to destroy itself in sheer shame.

[She smiles gratefully]

Thank you, but I can fix it.

[toprotect]

[Don't worry, as he's glancing around the kitchen, he has a feeling he might've made the same mistake because none of this is familiar.

Well, except the knives and that sort of thing but the technology part? Nope.]

Stranger things have happened, I guess. [A pause to cough a little on the smoke before he takes up a cloth himself.] For what it's worth, I can cook most meats...but I don't know about cooking in a place like this.

[Maybe they could figure out the modern kitchen together and not blow up the whole building.]

So what happened? [He can see the smoke, but the source is still a bit of a cloud.]

[andhishat]

[She ties her hair back while he looks around, knowing she'll be washing it for hours after this. Heading over to the sink now that the smoke has begun to clear, she pours some water in her hand and splashes her face, pleased she remembered which knob doesn't scald her skin.]

That's probably the right attitude to have when living with me. [She chuckles under her mask, which provokes more coughing] That's good to hear. Maybe we should just deem the kitchen a loss and cook with a proper fire outside.

[If just using the microwave did all this, she's almost afraid of what the other appliances might do. The future is weird.]

That, [She gestures toward the microwave, its door open and interior caked in black soot, the remains of a microwavable meal, charred past the point of recognition, sitting forlornly in the center.]

The instructions said to place the meal the my-crow-wave, and then set it to a certain time. I had to ask several people before I could even piece together what it was, and then after I finally figured out how to enter the time I left to finish washing up, and returned to find the whole room filled with smoke and that accursed alarm deafening me.

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[onemoredeath]

Do you need a hand with cooking? [ Safe bet is that he can cook rather well so long as you do not ask him about red meat. ]

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[andhishat]

Evidently I do. Maybe this is why no one ever seemed to want to try my rabbit stew...

[She's generally careful about what goes in her mouth]

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[onemoredeath]

Rabbit can be a particular meat to cook or so I have heard. I never tried it myself. I have some small skills in the kitchen, if you wish for some lessons.

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[woahwoahawkward]

[..sudden concern!]

Maker! Are you all right?

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[andhishat]

Oh yes, smoke inhalation builds character I'm told.

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[woahwoahawkward]

As well as burns to the hands and face.

[whatsupcroc]

The weird thing is that's a piece of technology I can actually help you with. How about taking people on a rotation!

[andhishat]

It seems here you are the master, and I the apprentice. That is a grand idea, I could use the benefit of a broad range of experience in this case.

[whatsupcroc]

Plus it means you'll never be short on company when you eat! Yeah, let me know when it's my turn.

[draconic_historian]

[Only one thing out of that stuck with him.]

You know what ilithids are?

[andhishat]

Of course, I've certainly killed enough of them to justify learning what to call them.

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Wait, you know what ilithids are? Are you from Toril?

He's from a generic D&Desqe setting, so...

[draconic_historian]

Slimy fellows, tentacles, humanoid, eat brains? Never heard of Toril, though.

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[bratworth]

There are sixty seconds in a minute and sixty minutes in an hour.

[Really, woman, what world are you from?]

How long did you set the timer for?

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[andhishat]

I...see. And how does this transfer to the machine's controls?

[A world that measures time more abstractly. We don't all have modern watches Edgeworth]

I punched in 42-00 as it said.

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[bratworth]

Depending on the the type of microwave oven...

What were you heating that needed to be warmed for 42 minutes?

[deadelfwalking]

You may wish to ask for assistance prior to the explosion, next time.

[andhishat]

But that makes for such a less interesting story afterward.

[deadelfwalking]

I'm certain your roommates would prefer the boring version.

[acemedium]

Y-You don't know how to use a microwave? But it's an essential in any living environment!

[andhishat]

Evidently not, as I am still alive, as is everyone else where I am from.

Well, except the undead.

[acemedium]

You must be an exception!

Or... [PAUSE FOR EFFECT] are you undead too?!