[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

[endured]

( Hope glances to the toaster again, frowning. he doesn't even need to walk over at this point. )

I think... you might have to get another toaster at this point, to be honest.

( RIP toaster. )

[arlathansgrace]

Do I? Do you know where I can find that? A toaster? A new one? Or an old one. As long as it works.

[endured]

You might be able to find one in the shops around the city. Well, maybe, I haven't really explored all that much.

If not... maybe the people in charge would give you a new one?

[arlathansgrace]

That would be nice. I wanted to make a treat for my falon. Hmm, roommate. I'm not sure if we're friends yet, but I like to be his friend. He's one of the People, but not. Different kinds of People, I suppose.

[endured]

Well, it's definitely the thought that counts. But... um, one of the People?

[arlathansgrace]

Elvhenan. [One ear twitches.] Elves. There are lots of us here, but different kinds. Some hand smaller ears than me, but my roommate's ears are [She holds her hands about a foot apart.] They're very long and much more pointy.

So are his eyebrows.

Long, that is. Not pointy.

[endured]

Elvhenan. ( he tries to say, but an odd slip of the tongue keeps him from getting it quite as right as Hope would have liked.

still, the comments concerning eyebrows manage to get a smile out of him. ) I see, it's sort of like... how there are a lot of humans here but most of them seem to be from this Earth place. Hardly anyone else has heard of Cocoon or Gran Pulse.

[arlathansgrace]

I haven't heard of them either. Are you from there? Are they cities? Those are strange names for cities. Cocoon. Why do they call it that? Do you live in a cocoon, like caterpillars, and then come out as butterflies? You look like one with those bright colors.

[endured]

Gran Pulse is the world and Cocoon... it's sort of like a floating continent above Gran Pulse. We're not caterpillars or anything though, ( bright colors aside. ) it's more because Cocoon was built hollow, so everything is inside its shell and used to be completely closed off before the War of Transgression happened. Now there's a giant crack in the shell.