[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]

You don't like rats? They're quite crispy. I like them. Is there another kind of meat we can find here?

[bloodyantivan]

No. Rats are, by strict definition, food eaten only out of desperation. They're disease ridden and the eating is poor. There are other foods available to purchase at the market. The Initiative should be sending you money, though of course you'd rather not be indebted to them, we could see if those strange-colored deer really do exist outside the city and go hunting... or do the more amusing hunting one can do inside the city. [Which is, by strict definition, stealing. Because no one should be reduced to eating rats.]

[arlathansgrace]

Oh, you can hunt inside a city? I didn't know that. Let's try that. And maybe then the deer.

[Stealing what is that.

Zevran rats are delicious you should like them too. Rat on a stick is a delicacy.]

[bloodyantivan]

[Zevran chuckles, kicking the damaged toaster out of the way of people passing through.]

We should go the market first, and see what sort of creatures are milling about. [He offers her an arm, since she seems a little bit like the type to get lost in a crowd. Plus, she's a tiny thing. Plus, cute girl. ♥]

[arlathansgrace]

[Oblivious to just about everything going on in his mind, and any telegraphing expressions or body language, she settles her staff on her back and latches happily onto his arm.]

I didn't know there was a market. Is it very large? Is it larger than Kirkwalls? Oh, right, you've not been there yet. Hm... [She searches for a comparison.] I went to Denerim once, did you? Is it larger than Denerim's market? Do you think it will have what we need?

[bloodyantivan]

[Zevran just laughs, and pats her on the shoulder.] It is big enough, friend, and it will have what we need.

[It's a fair-sized market-place, bustling with people. The smell of cooked meat wafts on the air to entice coins out of pockets, and Zevran must admit it makes him salivate a little. He hasn't eaten since breakfast.]

Now, that over there - it is nigh unrecognizable, whatever they are cooking, and yet I would still bet a sovereign it is more delicious than rat in elfroot.

[arlathansgrace]

[All the scents have Merrill staring in every direction - and trying to stare in more than one at once, to mixed results. She pulls away from Zevran to wander toward the stall he pointed out.]

A sovereign? You think so? I'm not so sure. It smells... [Her nose wrinkles.] Spicy.

[bloodyantivan]

Spice is what makes life worth living. A tiny bit of pain makes anything delicious! You must try and embrace such surprises. It makes things so much more interesting.

[Zevran is seriously beginning to understand why his mother left the Dalish.]

Do you prefer bird meat, or pig, or cow? They are sadly lacking rat, dog or horse...

[arlathansgrace]

Oh, well, I'll try it.

[She hands over her money with little consideration for it and then nibbles at the meat, brows creased in a slight frown.]

It's not so bad. Not really. [She takes another bite, making a sound of approval.] Do you think I could make this? It might be better to make something like this instead of something elvhenan. Do you think? Do you want to try?

[bloodyantivan]

[Zevran spears himself a bite with a small dagger from his sleeve, eating it slowly.] Yes, I do believe you could make something similar to this. A sweet marinade, with a bit of acid, and the proper spices.

Much better than flavoring with elfroot, I think.