[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

[arlathansgrace]

Well, you're supposed to cook them in something. So they soak up the flavor. Elfroot, a few mushrooms... [She pauses to think.] A spice. Parsley?

Then you dress rats, cook them, and wrap them in the leaves. It's very good.

[celestial_wizard]

[ Thinking about it, she supposed it was no different from lettuce, really. Except Lucy didn't think she could ever bring herself to eat leaves. Or... rats. ]

I-I see. But wait, if you're supposed to cook leaves to soak up flavor - that toasters not a good appliance for that kind of thing. You'd need a pot.

[arlathansgrace]

A pot? Oh, yes, of course! But I don't have a pot. Do you? Do you know where I could find one? I never worried about pots before.

[celestial_wizard]

Well... I have a pot in my apartment, but I think that's mainly because the boys probably got one before I arrived. But normally you can get them at a store that sells cookware.

[arlathansgrace]

Then I'll have to find one of those. Do you know where I ought to look? I suppose I could go wandering... [She trails off, rolling her staff thoughtfully between her palms.]

[celestial_wizard]

If you like I can show you to one of the stores that sells them. I have to get some things anyway.

[ Besides, she's a little concerned that Merrill might get lost if she up and wanders. She seemed a little...strange. But she offers a hand with a smile. ]

I'm Lucy.

[arlathansgrace]

Oh, that would be lovely!

[Merrill beams at Lucy, her excitement barely contained.] Merrill. Oh, do I shake it? [She takes Lucy's hand tentatively.] Like this?

[celestial_wizard]

[ Lucy grins, Merrill's excitement infectuous. ]

Ah - yes, that's right. [ She gives Merrill's hand a gentle shake. ]

Come on, the store isn't far. [ Beckoning with a hand - though the thought occurs to her. ]

How do you greet people where you're from?

[arlathansgrace]

Oh, not with handshakes. That's rude. You never know what someone's hiding in their hands.

[She holds up her own, wiggling her wrists as if to say "See, no hidden knives."]

Most people just bow. The People do. And we say andaran atish'an. It means hello.

[celestial_wizard]

Rude? [ ... she didn't think about it that way. ]

Sorry, I didn't mean any offense. So ... An..daran -- Andaran Atish'an, is that it? [ She grins. ]

Andaran Atish'an, Merrill. [ There, now hopefully she didn't mangle the pronounciation and say something like "I will eat your soul, Merrill" that would be embarrassing. ]

When you say 'The People' do you mean ... your kind? [ Cuz she looks somewhat human, but different enough to be another race entirely. Or it could just be a weeping generalization. ]

[arlathansgrace]

Oh, that was rather well done. Most humans are no good at the pronunciation. [She beams.

Also most humans in her world would cut off her ears and wear them as trophies on a necklace before utterly a lick of Dalish.]

Hm? Yes, we call ourselves that. Well, we call ourselves elvhenan, which means "place of our people" but since we have no place really anymore, it means home is where we are. We are our own home.

[celestial_wizard]

[ Lucy smiles brightly at the praise. Don't worry Merill, the idea of chopping someone's ears off and wear them is really really horrifying to her. ]

You are your own home... [ She nods enthusiastically. ]

I can understand that. It's a lot like Fairy Tail - that guild is our home, especially for people who haven't anywhere else.