( 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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[smithwork]

It's not blown up, it's ... got a new window? You're welcome.

[ HAHAH. Hah. ]

[teenyoda]

[More linefacing. Hiccup, your cute puppy eyes won't work on him. He has Jon Snow and Scott to deal with. He is all puppied out.]

How am I supposed to educate the techless types here on how to be a teenager without swords and death if the place keeps getting trashed?

[There was a suspicious glint in his eyes and he leaned closer to his locket.]

Did you wreck the nacho cheese machine? Did you?

[smithwork]

What are nachos?

[ Look at this face, sir. It's a puppy caught in headlights and you cannot possibly be puppied out, look how worried he is. ]

I don't think we touched anything involving cheese ...

[teenyoda]

[He has puppy deflectors. It's called 'he knows exactly what's behind those eyes, sir, and you are a liary liar pants'.]

It's a machine that has 'NACHO CHEESE' on it and you pull a lever and cheese comes out. Onto your nachos. Or hot dogs. Or whatever you want cheese on. I need that machine to teach these guys what real food is.

[smithwork]

I can't read any of this, it's not in runes or Drabbish.

[ WTF IS ENGLISH, PLS. Have a frustrated wave to whatever has been stuck on the walls of the kitchen (WASH YOUR HANDS, GERMS ARE GROSS). ]

Alright, I know I haven't eaten a single dog since I got here, all the food is ... weird. I just wanted a sandwich! Not to kill your boxes.

[teenyoda]

A do-- oh god. No, a hot dog is not a dog. God. And boxes? What about boxes? What sort of boxes are you blowing up? You're from one of those places with no tech, aren't you? Maybe that one with dragons? Westerosi? Are you from Westerosi?

[Sorry, Hiccup. That was the only old-timey place he knew of. You can thank his current friend's group for that.]

[smithwork]

I'm a Viking! And yes, I have a dragon, albeit not with me right now, thanks for reminding me.

[ Grousing, Hiccup rolls his eyes. ]

Where are you from?

[teenyoda]

A viking. With a dragon.

[Okay. That was a new one. A viking with a dragon who blew up microwaves. This place just got better and better.]

Beacon Hills. California. United States of America. In a time when they made those 'boxes' and fridges and stuff. Ours are better, of course. I don't know when they brought the Station here. Might be a decade ago... Maybe...

[Thoughtfully trailing off because hey, he wonders if they can upgrade.]

[smithwork]

[ Looking just as sceptical that there are a bunch of united states out there, in return. ]

So, who are you exactly? The Station's kitchen warden?

[teenyoda]

No. I'm a guy from a time like that who likes to be able to go somewhere close to home since I can't actually go home. Modern convenience is great, but not so much if people keep breaking everything.

[smithwork]

You think we meant to do this? We didn't. It's my fault, I didn't know what the notes on the wall said and since the general consensus on the ... microwave, was that it warmed things up, I didn't think a bit of metal would be a problem. I work in a forge.

What kind of oven breaks when you put a little piece of steel in it? Apparently, I've found the only one in the magical realm of fairies that defies common sense.

[ So indignant, wow. ]

[teenyoda]

... It's a microwave, genius. It has microwaves that heat things. Little bit of ra-- you know, never mind. How about this. How about if you don't know what something says and it has instructions on it, you check first? Just, you know, put a little call out and ask if anyone knows what anything says. If you're around technology, there's a lot of that stuff that can hurt you. Or others, if it's not used right. It's all about electricity and gas and pressure and things that can make a lot more booms than that. Like the stove. Is it electric or gas? Did the ice turn the pilot light out? Because you might want to fix that if it did, otherwise the kitchen and the rest of the station is going to fill up with gas and explode. If it's electric, get the ice away from the wiring before it melts and shorts things out.

[Why couldn't everyone be from a normal time and a normal world?]

[smithwork]

Well, if you're so smart, why haven't you put up instructions for new people in Drabbish already?

[ Tell him that. ]

[teenyoda]

Because I haven't been to the Station since it got wrecked by the shadow Unseelie? I've been, you know, trying to save the moon and throwing up on a boat and doing spells. When I was there, no one was blowing anything up.

[smithwork]

Maybe you're just a good luck charm.

[teenyoda]

Hah, no. So not likely.

[LET HIM TELL YOU OF HIS LIFE, HICCUP.]

[smithwork]

[ Insert a world-weary sigh. ]

Anyway, it's all getting cleaned up. Slowly but surely.

[teenyoda]

Yeah?

[Good.]

Just... be careful with the nacho cheese machine, okay? It's precious to me.

[smithwork]

I'll be sure to wrap it in a blanket so old Jokul Frosti here doesn't mess with your precious child.

[teenyoda]

You do that. And he doesn't get to have any.

[smithwork]

Jack doesn't eat hot food, he's not a danger to anyone's meals in that regard.

[ In point of fact, Jack doesn't really eat, but that's a little more personal than what Hiccup is willing to divulge off the cuff. ]

[teenyoda]

... Okay.

[Clearly Jack was a weirdo.]

While you're there you should try them. Nachos are like... chips. Triangular crunchy chips and you just ooze the cheese on. There might be chili there too, which goes good with it. And other stuff to put on top.

not here

[winterwork]

[Clearly Jack was a weirdo. RUDEEE.]

not here

[teenyoda]

[Anyone that doesn't eat hot food was weird. The best food was hot, Jack. THE BEST.]

[smithwork]

Isn't there any fish? Just plain, old regular, straight from the sea?