exsilium | Entry II

[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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I'll try asking some people I know from my world. They've been here a while, and some of them are from times--[Wait.]--places with more technology than where I'm from.

[He'll turn the knob that she had turned earlier to thoroughly douse the smouldering mess that was dinner. He can throw it out once it stops sizzling...and smoking...and presenting another fire hazard.]

Someone should be able to show us a thing or two around here. In this place, technology seems like it's so normal they probably didn't think about it. [He is too calm about this.] We should probably be careful with this stuff. [Including himself of course, because he wouldn't put starting a fire on accident beyond his skill--or lack thereof.

...hang on wait what.] ...the belt of what?

Good thinking. I've also reached out to the few people I know here for help. Hopefully between all of them we'll manage not to burn the house to ruins. [She notes he mentions time before correcting himself, but lets it slide. Planar travel, from what she understands, can often take one not just to a different place, but time as well.

She presses the cloth harder to her face as the water makes the smell worse. Stupid elven senses.]

Very likely. I've met a few master mages who have no concept of how people without magic live, and they have far less of an excuse than those here. [Not that she feels any less annoyed, she just admits it's not entirely rational annoyance] I'll have to start treating it like I would a unknown magical item.

[She sighs] Word of advice? Never put on magical belts you got off a random Ogre in the woods without identifying it first. My friend had a very interesting week.

I hope we can manage that. I don't think our neighbors would appreciate it much. [Or their other roommate but the neighbors are unrelated to this room so...

Oh yeah wow that smells foul. But Noel keeps on until the sizzling and popping...and the smoke stop. No matter how distasteful it is, water is still the best way to stop the smouldering.]

People who could use magic lived the same way as everyone else, where I come from. [A beat.] But I'm not against treating this place like unknown...something.

[...letting that sink in. The belt literally did what. Well! Different worlds, Noel can deal.] Back where I'm from, we mostly made our own clothes, or they were made by people we knew. But I'll keep that in mind. I don't think I want to experience this belt.

[She waves a hand] The neighbors are the least of my worries. I haven't gone a week without camping in at least three years, I'm going to hold onto a roof and running water with all my might. [ She's mostly kidding. She has no desire to render anyone homeless]

Most do where I am as well. Only the wealthiest and most powerful can allow themselves to grow lazy and complacent in their use of magic. [her tone implies there's more of those than she's happy about.] Living here is like sticking your arm into a series of holes, never knowing which one has the trap.

[Magic man. D&D magic can pull some truly mindbogglingly weird stuff] Again, that is true of my home, most folk don't have the means to buy clothes when they can make perfectly serviceable garments themselves, though admittedly not as [Pause] bright as yours. Enchanted clothes, however, are a bit harder to create, and therefore you're subject to the whims of mages who aren't always sane. [She grins] Can't say I blame you, though, if you ever change your mind, I can temporarily simulate the experience.

I think I'll start to like this place. [After the smoke smell goes away, at any rate, but he'll cast a look about the room. Really it's quite nice, if unfamiliar.] Having a roof over your head at least sounds like something to hold on to. I could get used to the unfamiliar things too, eventually.

I'm not that familiar with wealthy or powerful people. Where I grew up, magic was a tool we used to survive day to day, not something used for convenience. [How physically fit he is shows that surviving day to day was hard enough.]

[D&D has terrifying things, and Noel will be very happy for their lack where he is.] There wasn't much color where I grew up, so people made clothes as colorful as possible. Like a way to add life to the place. [He shakes his head as if to banish those thoughts. Because...enchanted?] I ah... think I'll stay the way I am. [He wont fault her amusement of course, but the experience is such an awkward thought.]

Just wait until you try the water spray. [Showers! Why do they not have hot showers where she's from? Beats the pants off ice cold rivers. She nods, lowering her cloth and leaning back against the counter] Adaptability is a good skill to hone.

I'm all too familiar with them myself. [She wrinkles her nose. One too many nobles with their swords up their asses and not in their hands thinking that throwing gold at her makes her their pet.] Magic is meant to preserve and enrich life, not wipe a grown man's arse for him. [Despite how small and thin she seems, she's actually in amazing shape, though not as obviously as he is]

[Oh he has no idea how deep the rabbit hole really goes.] That makes sense. I grew up surrounded by brown and green. [She grins wickedly] No fun at all.

Water spray? [There's a bit of a curious look in his eye, maybe it's something he'll find soon. Though part of him has a hope it's got something to do with bathing.] You have to adapt if you want to survive, so I agree with you.

[Well! His eyebrows raise just a little, if people use magic for things that have no need for magic, he can see where the distaste comes from.] If it's that bad, I should be glad I haven't met any.

[The rabbit hole probably goes to Wonderland. Complete with a crazy Queen. Ignorance is bliss in this case.] Most of the world was covered in crystal sand, it all seemed a little colorless. [But with a quick shake of his head and a quiet laugh he's over it.] Maybe I'll learn a new definition of 'fun', living here.

It's like artificial rain from a faucet, only you can control the temperature. [IT IS THE BEST THING.] You'll find agreeing with me is often a wise choice. [She's clearly kidding. She knows a lot of her ideas suck]

They are just like any other men with too much power and free time, and far too little sense.

[Oh no, this is D&D, it goes to Wonderland with a giant sentient queen chess piece that's also a half dragon. In fact, that might be a module.] Your home sounds like the deserts of Anaroch back home. Suddenly Candlekeep does not seem so bad a place. [Impish smile] Don't worry, I can promise you that you will never be bored as long as I am around.

Entry II | Video

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I keep forgetting to mention Noel's clothes are fascinating, so have a link!

They really are, though Reya's robes are pretty absurd as well.

Clearly this is the best combination.

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