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]
Clearly this is the best combination.
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.]
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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.
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[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.
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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.