[open] the elf and the smoking toaster

[arlathansgrace]

Date & Time: November 27th, Midday
Location: Outside the transport housing
Characters: Merrill and YOU
Summary: Merrill lights a toaster on fire and has generally terrible luck with technology.
Warnings: Depends on whatchu bring yo



[Having decided she will do her best to fit in, Merrill is taking action. She's not going to do something as crazy and wearing shoes, that's just ludicrous and hardly comfortable, but technology is something she's willing to tackle. If she can figure out how to live in a human city, surely human technology can't be so bad.

She is, of course, quite terribly wrong, and her being so wrong is the primary reason she stands outside transport housing staring at the still smoking toaster on the pavement in front of her.

It belches a lick of flame, clearly to torment her a little more. With a distressed sound, she paces in a circle around it.]

I'm sorry, but I don't know how to fix you.

[Genuine distress laces her voice.]

You're not like the Eluvian, oh, this is a disaster. I should have stuck with building fire pits, oh-- [She makes another nervous circuit of the toaster, and something inside it makes a grinding noise. Shrieking, she jumps back, summoning her magic at the same time. A stone fist punches upward from the ground beneath the toaster, shooting the offending bit of technology some feet into the air. It crashes to the ground and bounces twice.

Defiantly, it continues smoking.]

Comments

omg i can't *giggling* x.x

[celestial_wizard]

[ Lucy, meanwhile, is on her way out for a walk, in pretty high spirits considering. As she opens the door, a toaster falls in frot of her, bouncing and smoking. ]

What the..!~

[ Is it raining toasters? Or maybe it fell out of someone's window? Either way that was close! ]

[arlathansgrace]

Oh, I'm sorry, look out? It's a bit late for that... I'm sorry, are you hurt?

[Merrill rushes up to her, knocking the toaster aside with the end of her staff, a concerned look on her face.]

[celestial_wizard]

No it's okay,I'm all right! [ Lucy grins sheepishly, watching Merrill knock the toaster aside. ]

But what happened? It looks like it was on fire or something, that toaster.

[bloodyantivan]

[Zevran's headed back from training today, dressed in light, dark clothes that cling to his body in the right way, but still manage to hide a lot of knives, probably.

He's drawn to the spot where he's seen a toaster shoot directly in the air, and is amused to find Merrill at the other end of that disaster.]

...Were you trying to make toast outside, pet?

[arlathansgrace]

Is that what you make with this?

[Merrill pokes at the toaster, still smoking, with her staff and frowns.] I wasn't sure. I put a few leaves in it when I realized it got hot, but then everything went very wrong.

Do you what this is?

[shelkethetransparent]

[Shelke was just stepping out of the apartments when the fist of stone sent a toaster hurdling into the air, and instinctively she vanished, fading into invisible even as her eyes went a bit wide. Was that a toaster?]

[Silent footsteps carry her towards it, until she notices the elf girl nearby. The one who apparently had gotten lost on her first day, and was she...talking to the appliance? Hmm.

[After a few seconds, she fades back into view, one eyebrow raised.]

...Are you having problems?

[arlathansgrace]

[Startled, Merrill stumbles back, large eyes wide with surprise.]

Oh, hello, I didn't see you there. You were... invisible? I didn't know mages could do that. Are you a mage?

[She considers Shelke for a moment.]

You look familiar, have we met? Maybe on that lovely communication stone. Device. Thing. It's like pigeons, but faster.

[nonedible]

[Guess who else doesn't understand much technology, this plant...lady...thing. Sylvari, there we go.

Guess who also happens to be passing by just in time to almost be hit by said toaster. If you guess this sylvari, you'd be right.

The toaster lands in front of Taicea, prompting a shriek and her almost falling on her rear. She stares at the smoking toaster for a moment before looking around to see where it might have come from.]

My fronds...

[arlathansgrace]

[It's a plant.

That is alive.

Merrill is borderline thrilled by this, I will have you know. Also eee Sylvari :>]

Fronds? What do fronds have to do with it? I suppose you must have them. Since you're a plant.

Creators.

You're a plant.

Is that odd? Do you have roots?

[alwaysforhim]

Hang on!

[He'd seen the magic, the way the flaming metal object had leapt up-- and for a moment, he'd forgotten that magic was legal here.]

Don't do that, you're in public!

[arlathansgrace]

Do what?

[She's surprised, poking the toaster with her staff as she looks at him.]

Is this not how you use one of these? Do you know? I'm not sure I understand it. At all. Do you?

[charming_jerk]

[Oh wow okay. Sure.]

...Toasters don't talk. If they did, I'm pretty sure this one'd be way past dead anyway.

[arlathansgrace]

Is that what it is? A toaster? I didn't know it was called that. Of course it doesn't talk, why would it?

[With wide eyes, she regards first the toaster, then him.]

Do things talk here? Like people? [Because the logical conclusion to be drawn from "toaster don't talk" is that some things do.]

[endured]

( well, Hope had been leaving the housing block with the thought of heading to the Hold for training. needless to say, by the time he reaches the first floor and hears a shriek before he notices a toaster flying upwards out of the corner of his eye... he has to pause and wonder.

of course, everything is answered (no, its not) when he reaches the ground floor and sees Merrill. )

Hey, are you okay? ( a careful glance toward where the toaster crashed into the ground, and frowning. ) Well, at least you seem in better shape than the toaster.

[arlathansgrace]

I'm fine, yes, thank you. But I don't think the--the toaster? I don't think it is.

I may have broken it. Do you think that's a problem?

[Merrill. Sweetie.

You didn't break the toaster. You macerated it.]

See keywords?

[unlikelyrebel]

[They never really bother explaining what sort of technology Rinoa's world has, but if they have computers of a sort and hot dogs? They probably have toasters.]

[Seeing a toaster isn't too big of a surprise, but seeing a toaster mid-air while it's smoking? That's a new one, even for her. She'd help, but Rinoa's got an armload of books right now, so there's not exactly a whole lot she really can do.]

That's almost what happened the last time I tried to make toast.

[Oh hey, this lady has really pointy ears and big eyes. That's new. Pretty sure there aren't any elves where she's from. So she might stare just a tiny bit, sorry Merril.]

[arlathansgrace]

[Merrill, rather used to getting dirty looks, is oblivious to the staring.]

Really? Good. They seem so common here I thought no one but me would have trouble. I'm glad I'm not alone in that...

Now I need to find a place to build a fire instead.

[punk_cute]

[Kanji has no idea what he's looking at, except if it's on fire that can't be good.]

What the hell--?!

[So he rushes in and then realizes he doesn't have anything to smother flames. There's a moment of awkward staring at the toaster before he turns to Merrill.]

...You okay? What happened?

[arlathansgrace]

I was just trying to make a snack. I couldn't make a fire pit, and I found out this made things warm, so I was going to make some leaves and then some meat. But it didn't work.

[sacrificar]

[Halibel was just passing by. You know, minding her own business like usual. She's pretty good at that, until suddenly...

Broken toaster. Punched high into the sky, only to come crashing back down.

Sure is smoking something fierce.

She just sort of... stares at it, and the girl nearby.

What just happened.]

[arlathansgrace]

[Merrill waves, smiling cheerfully.]

Hello! Watch for falling objects, please, this area is a bit dangerous right now.

[She nudges the toaster with the end of her staff, half expecting it to grow legs and attack her.]

[theconsummateconman]

[It's been days since Sully's last seen Nathan Drake, his best friend. In truth, Sully hasn't seen much of him since his arrival. But Victor thinks maybe he'll find the guy snooping around on the streets, itching for work to keep his palms greased. He's about to give it a rest and head back to his assigned housing when he hears a shriek and sees a shining fireball shoot into the air before coming back down with a satisfying crash.]

What in the HELL?!

[We're not getting bombed again are we? He heads down the street and turns a corner to find a girl standing with a scorched and dented toaster at her feet. Victor almost laughs at the image before him, definitely not what he expected. He manages to stifle it and approaches the girl to check that she's alright. He gives her the up-down, taking in her appearance. Bare feet and strange clothes... long pointy ears. Well, she's not a blue hedgehog, so this is actually refreshing. She has an endearing quality about her that he can't ignore. He nods toward the toaster wreckage before giving her a warm smile.]

You know... I didn't pass Home Ec. either, but I never took it out on the appliances. What happened here? Did this monster burn your Eggo?

[arlathansgrace]

[Merrill gawks at him for a moment. There are so many humans in this place, and she has little idea what to make of that. Though there were a lot of humans in Kirkwall, too. Still, not this many, and so few elves.

She smiles at him anyway.]

I wanted to make a snack. For my falon. Roommate? Friend.

But when I tried, everything started burning, and I don't know any ice spells, so this is what happened. It lit on fire. I think I killed it.

[deathwalker]

[So Lance doesn't know much about toasters and their mystical ways but he's pretty sure that's not how you use one.]

Did you try asking someone to help you with that rather than mauling it?

[arlathansgrace]

[Merrill looks up, wide eyed and uncertain.]

Um.

No?

My roommate doesn't know how to use one either. I don't think. So I tried on my own, but I'm afraid I killed it.