HHH — III (
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eachdraidh2014-10-15 06:38 pm
( 2ND Snowy Flight — video, both courts )
[ Smoke is seen billowing as the locket's owner shoves a door open, coughing and waving a hand. This is broadcasting from the Station, evidently, with the modern-day look of things behind only mildly scorched around one side of the kitchen. Hiccup himself has since bathed after the journey from Caer Scima and obviously raided the Station's underground storerooms for clean clothes; he wears a bright red hoodie that hangs open over a plain tshirt, which in turn shows he still wears his leathers beneath and his prosthetic. Only the flightsuit is safely stored in his underground bedroom.
He spits a mouthful of sooty grime aside, swiping his weeping eyes as he steps out into the sweet relief of fresh air. ]
To anyone who wants to use the Station's kitchen right now, uh. It's down one 'microwave' and 'freezer'. Not our fault, I might add! Well, improving the freezer could debatably be called a mistake on Jack's part ...
[Behind Hiccup, the winter spirit could be seen approaching, sans wearing his cape which he instead uses to try and wave off the smoke in the air. His normally pristine white shirt is no longer very winter-like at all, darkened and dirtied by all the floating soot most likely. Upon hearing his name, he peeks from behind his accuser, not as cheery as he tends to be.]
Excuse me, Doctor Boom. I was trying to calm down the fire that you started because your science-y senses started tingling and you got, and I quote, "curious". I'd say that my miniature blizzard saved your life.
[ Looking more harassed and frazzled than normal too, a twitch goes in Hiccup's jaw. His pitch heightens, although he attempts to keep his irritation down. ]
There's nothing around here that says you shouldn't put metal objects in the box that heats everything up, you'd think it would make sense and just melt it, if anything.
[Excuses that Jack has heard over and over, prompting the repeated eye roll. Instead of arguing further, he brings up a hand over Hiccup's shoulder to grab the locket, directing his attention to it.]
Point is, because of Mr. Metal Bomb over here, the kitchen's been compromised, so if you wanna roast your meal, you'll have to do it old campfire style outside. Or if you have some things to blow up— [Hiccup gets a nice quick pat on the cheek.] —you can refer to Sir Haddock right here. He's apparently pretty good at that.
[ A very flat expression and folded arms await Jack coming full-circle with his own version of events, and Hiccup rolls his eyes so much that it looks like they might slip right free of his skull. ]
Thank you for summing that up. Pardon me for not understanding everything about electronics within a single afternoon. [ The locket is then, for a third time, turned back his way. ] There is an oven left, it's just the box thing that died, and someone destroyed the frozen food cupboard-whatever. I'm going to be cleaning up the resulting mess all day, if anyone wants to, oh, I don't know, help.
[ The latter is said with a pointed look at a certain winter spirit.
Unexpectedly, lost in their bickeringlike old ladies, the boys have forgotten about the flame-haired (literally, she's still smouldering) teenager in the midst of the kitchen. They both wince near-simultaneously when a thick accent curses loudly, and sporting equally sheepish faces the locket is hastily switched off before Merida can catch them slacking.
Apparently a sixteen-year-old, pissed off Scottish girl with singed hair is a far better incentive for two grown men to clean up their mess than anything else. ]
( OOC: Hic, Jack and Mer are all at the Station if you'd like to dive in with Action, otherwise all three will be chatty on their lockets regarding the big boom from the kitchen today. )
He spits a mouthful of sooty grime aside, swiping his weeping eyes as he steps out into the sweet relief of fresh air. ]
To anyone who wants to use the Station's kitchen right now, uh. It's down one 'microwave' and 'freezer'. Not our fault, I might add! Well, improving the freezer could debatably be called a mistake on Jack's part ...
[Behind Hiccup, the winter spirit could be seen approaching, sans wearing his cape which he instead uses to try and wave off the smoke in the air. His normally pristine white shirt is no longer very winter-like at all, darkened and dirtied by all the floating soot most likely. Upon hearing his name, he peeks from behind his accuser, not as cheery as he tends to be.]
Excuse me, Doctor Boom. I was trying to calm down the fire that you started because your science-y senses started tingling and you got, and I quote, "curious". I'd say that my miniature blizzard saved your life.
[ Looking more harassed and frazzled than normal too, a twitch goes in Hiccup's jaw. His pitch heightens, although he attempts to keep his irritation down. ]
There's nothing around here that says you shouldn't put metal objects in the box that heats everything up, you'd think it would make sense and just melt it, if anything.
[Excuses that Jack has heard over and over, prompting the repeated eye roll. Instead of arguing further, he brings up a hand over Hiccup's shoulder to grab the locket, directing his attention to it.]
Point is, because of Mr. Metal Bomb over here, the kitchen's been compromised, so if you wanna roast your meal, you'll have to do it old campfire style outside. Or if you have some things to blow up— [Hiccup gets a nice quick pat on the cheek.] —you can refer to Sir Haddock right here. He's apparently pretty good at that.
[ A very flat expression and folded arms await Jack coming full-circle with his own version of events, and Hiccup rolls his eyes so much that it looks like they might slip right free of his skull. ]
Thank you for summing that up. Pardon me for not understanding everything about electronics within a single afternoon. [ The locket is then, for a third time, turned back his way. ] There is an oven left, it's just the box thing that died, and someone destroyed the frozen food cupboard-whatever. I'm going to be cleaning up the resulting mess all day, if anyone wants to, oh, I don't know, help.
[ The latter is said with a pointed look at a certain winter spirit.
Unexpectedly, lost in their bickering
Apparently a sixteen-year-old, pissed off Scottish girl with singed hair is a far better incentive for two grown men to clean up their mess than anything else. ]
( OOC: Hic, Jack and Mer are all at the Station if you'd like to dive in with Action, otherwise all three will be chatty on their lockets regarding the big boom from the kitchen today. )

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What on earth-
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Yes! Everything's fine, we just had a little accident working the, uh. Well, working pretty much everything. [ He squints down at the girl, waving the vestiges of smoke from his eyes. ] Sorry if we alarmed you.
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There's no fire now, is there?
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I just want to make sure it's clear that everyone knows it's Hiccup's fault. I'm a completely innocent bystander. That's all.
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Hey, hey, I am not guilty. I wasn't the one cooking up a meal. [Since he doesn't need to eat in the first place.]
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[Merida huffs as she comes out of the station bathroom finally, still brushing herself down from the soot that had landed on her in the wake of the microwave explosion. Her hair is singed on one side of her head, but it's been fixed a bit, the rest of her hair pulled up into a high ponytail with a strip of fabric she kept from the remains of her original dress, bangs falling down to one side. The singed hair doesn't look too bad...actually it looks pretty good now that she's cut it away and her hair is up.
She apologizes as she nearly bumps into someone spectating on her way over, placing her hands on tartan and fur clad hips as she glare at them.]
You're lucky I have three wee devil little brothers, or I'd be less understandin' about this.
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There's nothing in here that says 'don't put metal in the ovens, or wavy boxes, or anything else'. How was I supposed to know that fork would fry the whole thing?
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What these two idiots are tryin' to say, is that they're sorry for th' mess an' they're cleanin' it up. It won't happen again, I'm sure someone has learned his lesson about puttin' metal things in th' food heatin' boxes.
[Pointed glare over her shoulder at her boys before she rolls her eyes when she catches Jack flicking water at Hiccup.]
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We're never going to get that place fixed up if people keep blowing it up.
[That means you, dragon boy.]
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[ HAHAH. Hah. ]
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[No, he just turned the kitchen into a glacier room.]
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[She also has the most unimpressed of faces, and for good reason. She huffs.]
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What? No, Merida didn't do it. What black powder?
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[It's not your stupid ship :|]
Who th' bloody hell is th' 'Reverend of Darkness'?
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Hold up, hold up. What's this about a Captain Jack I hear?
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That box doesn't much seem natural, anyhow. [Microwaves and video games, Hiccup. Don't trust either.] ... Did he really make it snow in there?
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[It just gave them an even bigger mess to clean up. She nods hello.]
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[Lumina just looks so amused. Yay mayhem!]
'Cause I think people are trying to actually repair the station after that super shadow dog wrecked it, and they're all gonna be preeeeetty pissed at you.
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[ Sobs, LUMINA NO. ]
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[He points into the background. Holy crap, you two are better than then glowy picture box. And him without a bowl of popcorn. or like, fried grubs or something.]
That buildin' ain't never gonna recover, will it? First Ariadne, now you...
[He's just teasing a little. Don't mind him. He IS, however at a loss as to why it wouldn't just melt like normal. He looks thoughtful for a second.]
Maybe them boxes be full of lightnin' magic.