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Entry II | Video
[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]
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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[She's generally careful about what goes in her mouth]
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[If only all those monks at Candlekeep who'd striven to teach her to be a lady could see her now]
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