( 2ND Snowy Flight — video, both courts )

[smithwork]

[ 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 bickering like 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. )

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[digophelia]

Well, if either of you wanted something to eat, you can ask me next time.

[ Because why not, she's done this for children already. It can't be that much difference between teenage boys and children. Or so she thinks. She's not sure. Alice is angry as much as she is rattled. She takes another breath, rubbing her forehead. ]

I'm fine. I just really don't care for fire, at all.

[ Translation: "I'm terrified of fire", but no one has to know the nitty gritty, thankfully. ]

[winterwork]

Yeah, flames and I aren't exactly best friends either. [For obvious reasons.]

But the fire's out. It's just all this pesky smoke we're trying to get rid of now. [Which he starts to try and wave out the door with his cape again, a bit woozy from the heat of it.] And like Hic said, we'll clean up the mess afterwards.

[digophelia]

[ Alice begins her shuffle to find any sort of windows to open now that a panic attack has been averted on her end. Really, she's grateful no one is hurt, but that doesn't mean she won't be angry for the sake of being angry. She undos her apron and begins to help air out the smoke, fluttering away like a nanny. ]

Well, there may be a window or two to open. Or just air it out another way.

[smithwork]

[ Shuffling on the spot awkwardly, he immediately starts to help opening the other windows one it looks like there's something else to be done, six-feet tall and ducking his head sheepishly with a smile. She seems high-strung. ]

I'm sorry about this, we didn't mean any harm. We'll put it all back to the way it was.

[ If I have to wrangle Jack into it myself. ]

[digophelia]

[ High strung is an understatement. She'll calm down after a minute or so, as she fervently waves her apron to help clear out the smoke. It's exactly like when she had to clean up around Houndsditch, shaking out sheets and other clothing. ]

What matters most is that you're both safe.

[ And she means it, despite the urge to smack someone currently. ]

Besides, I meant what I said.

[winterwork]

What, we blow things up and we get a meal out of it? Had no idea we'd get a reward out of this.

[With a snicker, he blows a small cloud of frost to help with dissolving the smoke out.]

I'm thinking you're being too nice of a girl now, Alice.

[digophelia]

[ Where was this frost that November night? Alice remembers the snow all too well- no. She's here in the present. This is not the fire all over again. Everyone here is breathing and-

Well, taking a toll on her nerves. Alice scoffs. ]

Oh, don't get your hopes up! I'm only going to do it this once so that no one else does anything else funny in the kitchen.

[smithwork]

Jack. [ So rude, gosh and jeopardising their only chance of a free meal, good going. ]

We appreciate it, miss. Really.

[digophelia]

[ At least someone is gracious enough to accept the offer and not get on Alice's bad side. Also, everyone in this kitchen is too tall and Alice feels even tinier with Hiccup. ]

You're welcome. But should you find yourself in this position again, just be careful with one of the devices that talks in a strange. Mister Fëanáro tampered with that one and his sons are very fond of it.

[winterwork]

[Jack is a very nice guy. Everyone else is just extremely blinded at this. PSSSSH.]

Mister who? And I told Hiccup to read the instructions before he started messing with things.

[No, he didn't.]

[digophelia]

[ Oh, no, if that microwave was destroyed, Alice will actually be a little sad. ]

Mister Fëanáro. He was an elf that came from Caer Scima with myself and a few others. Apparently he had a penchant for crafts, his sons told me. He managed to get one of these things to talk back. I don't know how.

[ It had to be one of the coolest things in this place as far as she is concerned. Alice just stares at Jack for a moment, dubious. ]

Are you sure about that? Are you sure you didn't goad him?

[smithwork]

I can't read those instructions, they're not written in runes or Drabbish. Don't mind Jack, he likes to embellish on the truth. And Feyanarrow, got it.

[ Or however the heck it's supposed to be said, he thinks he's got the basics down so no one gets confused. Besides the fact elves are wandering around, something else piques Hiccup's interest as he wafts clean air through the patio doors. ]

You're an Unseelie? So are we, not that it matters much.

[digophelia]

[ Alie isn't even going to bother correcting the pronunciation. She still distinctly remembers Feanor's reaction to her names. Maglor would be more fitting for that, he has enough patience and he already seems very parental. But wait, does that mean everyone in this kitchen right now is unseelie?
Alice can handle that, but she may prefer younger members of the seelie court, too. She fumbles, Alice accidentally wafts her head with her own apron to look at him. She looks ridiculous when she pulls it off as it messes her hair which she's quick to smooth out with her own hands. ]

Yes, I'm unseelie. And you're right, it doesn't matter here, there's people from both courts here. They coexist perfectly.

[winterwork]

An elf, huh? [Yup, Jack's still picturing the pint sized elves that he's accustomed to. Making him chuckle to himself as he imagines a tiny sized little family playing with the microwave.]

And other than the mishaps, this is a pretty decent place. Especially if people here aren't pouting on about different courts and all of that.

[digophelia]

[ It took a while for Alice to break away from that image, too. Alice finally gets a chance to clear up most of the smoke. And with another sigh of relief, she goes back to tying her apron around her dress again. ]

Yes, well. Unfortunately a lot do not share that sentiment. If you want to stay out of it completely, you're probably best staying here.

Or picking friends who don't do anything.

[smithwork]

I think it's a little late on the picking friends side of things.

[ Heheh ... He'll just be over here cleaning up the wall. The scorched, very holey-wall. ]

[digophelia]

What?

[ She glances between the both of them, feeling as if she missed something else here other than the kitchen blow out. ]

He's one of the more well-behaved ones and that isn't saying much.