( 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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[notyetlegend]

We're...uh...improvisin'. Angus' stable has been messier than this.

[She gives a small wince at the admittance.]

[teenyoda]

[Hand, meet face. He drew it over it in a long swipe, a headache starting to form. It wasn't like he was mad at her, or even the other two, he just wished that maybe there could be someone at the Station that kept this kind of stuff from happening. It was the one place in all this magical crazy that he could be home. Sort of. And it kept getting wrecked.]

A kitchen isn't exactly a stable. In fact, it's pretty much the opposite of a stable since you generally keep it sterilized and a stable has crap in it. Literally.

[notyetlegend]

Well, I know that. I don't exactly work in th' kitchens back home but I know what goes on in them.

[They have maids for this kind of thing :|]

[teenyoda]

And none of you knows how to work a fire extinguisher, right? Right.

[Of course not. If she had stables, she was probably from dragonville as well. God, this place was so weird.]

[notyetlegend]

Th' heck is a fire extinguisher?

[That should answer your question.]

If ye had instructions in Gaelic, we could've avoided this.

[teenyoda]

Why would they be in Gaelic? It's an English station. The fire extinguisher is the big red thing hanging on the wall with a nozzle on it. You pull the pin, depress the lever, and point the nozzle at the fire.

[notyetlegend]

For th' Scots that come here, genius.

[Yeaaah she's not following any of that fire extinguisher business.]

[teenyoda]

Why? You're the first one. That I know of, at least. If they put up instructions in everyone's language, there'd be no room for the microwave. It's an American train station so everything's going to be in English. They didn't plan for Westerosi or Gaelic or... dragon elvish or whatever. I don't know. God, ask the damn fairies. They're the ones that brought it here.

[notyetlegend]

Well I'm goin' to put a note up in Gaelic for th' next Scot that comes that says 'Do not put metal in th' food box'.

[A pause and then.]

What's an American?

[teenyoda]

...

[More face meeting his hand.]

We're a country. The United States of America. We're in North America with Canada and Mexico. Across the ocean from Britain and Scotland and Ireland.

[notyetlegend]

[She thinks for a moment and then shakes her head.]

Nope, never heard of it. Unless it was in one of mum's lessons that I didn't pay attention to.

[teenyoda]

What year is it where you came from?

[notyetlegend]

Year?

[There's a pause as she thinks.]

Let's see...dad an' th' Lords defeated th' invaders from th' north years before I was born...I think it's 1066?

[teenyoda]

Hah... yeah. The Americas don't get discovered for a while, if you're from the same world I am. Another four hundred years or so before Columbus finds it.

[notyetlegend]

Well, if they have these boxes in four hundred years I'll be sure to make a complaint when I go to my grave.

[teenyoda]

No, not four hundred years. Not until the mid nineteen hundreds. And they work when they're not being screwed with.

[notyetlegend]

That's...a long time.

[teenyoda]

Yep. Took us a while, but we managed to cover the whole globe and start exploring space.

[notyetlegend]

You mean you didn't fall off th' edge of th' world?

[teenyoda]

Mm, no. The world is round, Red. One big round planet floating along in space around the sun.

[notyetlegend]

It's...round?

[Wait what? NOBODY HAS TOLD HER THIS FACT YET. BUT HOW CAN IT FLOAT IF IT'S ROUND? SO MANY QUESTIONS.]

My name's Merida.

[teenyoda]

I'm Stiles. And yes, it's round. And part of a galaxy with eight other planets. Well, seven, but I'm still personally offended about Pluto, so we're giving it honorary planet status.

[notyetlegend]

[She runs her fingers through her bangs, scratching the side of her head. So confusing.]

An' it's all...up there?

[Gesturing wildly to the sky through the ceiling.]

[smithwork]

Talk to Han Solo, he's pretty great. He knows about all that new-age stuff.

[notyetlegend]

You mean you knew th' world was round an' you didn't tell me?

[Huff huff. She's insulted.]