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eachdraidh2014-10-15 06:38 pm
smithwork) wrote in 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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Don't take that smart tone with me, ye tumshie! Maybe whoever built that thing made it so that somethin' triggers metal to blow up, I don't know!
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[ Hah!! Meh. ]
It doesn't matter now, it's in bits. I think it's going to need scrapping.
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[Merida puffs her cheeks out into a sulky look.]
In any case, someone should clean it up an' since it's not my fault, it's not going to be me.
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[ Because lbr, Jack is great and means well but he's more of a hindrance than a help. Hiccup takes a sponge off the sink and starts scrubbing at the blackened work-surfaces, squirting washing-up liquid onto it directly.
And maybe huffing, because Hiccup hiccup'd and knows it.
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[Face softening, Merida huffs and rolls up the sleeves of her sweater, tightening the green bow in her hair. She supposes they're all equal blame in this, though she really does digress that they need to have proper instructions in Gaelic, picking up her own washcloth and holding her hand out for the liquid bottle.]
I swear, I'm turnin' into mum.
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My mom wouldn't be caught dead cleaning this up, she'd say it was an improvement.
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[That, and with all the diplomacy her mother took care of they needed maids to help keep everything in order. She takes the sponge and starts putting some elbow grease into it.]
Angus' stall is easier to clean.
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[She flicks her sponge at him.]
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Or maybe you could be my maid.
[ It says a lot his first thought is genuinely just of Maid!Merida being grumpy as she cleans up after him. ]
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[Standing on her tiptoes to dab his nose with the suds on her sponge, grinning at him cheekily.]
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I think it would be more accurate to call us both Jack's maids, I notice he hasn't got his hands dirty yet.
threadjaaaaack frost
[Because in he comes back with a stack of books.]
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[Note her sarcasm.]
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They're books and manuals on the equipment here. Since our resident genius can't actually read, I figured I'd look into fixing the stuff that might have gotten damaged.
[aka HE CAN BE USEFUL TOO]
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Wait, you can read that jibberjabber?
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You didn't think to maybe mention the fact you could read that? Or offer to help us?
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I'm still waiting for a 'thank you' for putting out that fire, by the way. [Because NO ONE has showed appreciation for it yet.]
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[Emphasis on avoided.]
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[ BE HAPPY. Privately agreeing with Merida tbh, but he's going to keep the peace. ]
What do the books say?
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[He'll flip through them now though, even if he's rolling his eyes in the process.]
Well, for one, metal is a no no. Who would've thought? [Just trying to lighten the mood up, of course.] In terms of fixing, you'll need tools and things that probably only you can use.
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[Merida hefts herself up onto the counter on the cleaner side of the kitchen, rolling her eyes.]
Gee, really? I couldn't have guessed.
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I really don't even want to bother trying to fix that thing, there's another one and I'm just never going to touch them again.
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[With a pout, he slams the book shut again.] I thought we were gonna be fixing this mess, which I assumed would include repairs.
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