( 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. )

Comments

[winterwork]

Weren't you the guy crying about the unbearable heat? [He'll fly to you and blow flurries in your face if that makes you feel better.]

[baseborne]

Oh, I never cried. [Hdu he is a man!! Men don't cry they are 2 manly.] And in any case, it shouldn't be hot enough for a man to sweat while he stands still, it's not right. [He might like it god don't judge him.]

[winterwork]

Uh huh, sure. If you ask nicely, I might blow a pretty frost your way, kid.

[Kid. Cause Jack's an old man.]

[baseborne]

I'm no "kid," I am a man grown. [Jon won't take it tbh.]

[winterwork]

I guess not, if you were a kid, you'd smile a little more. Why don't you give that a shot? [Now he's just being a teasing little shit, really.]

[baseborne]

[Jokes on u Jack he was somehow even more sullen as a kid than he is now.] It would only hurt my face, I fear. No, the risk is too great.

[winterwork]

[All too amused, he laughs. Jon, you are unbelievable.]

You're definitely interesting, kid. What's your name anyway? Unless you'd like to keep your current given name of Sir Pouty.

[baseborne]

It's Jon Snow. I am no knight. [So Jack can't call him Sir and-- waitaminute.] And I don't pout!

[winterwork]

You definitely pout. I'm pretty sure it's your default expression, but—wait, say again? Snow? [There's no way.]

You're kidding.

[baseborne]

[Are u mocking his bastardy Jack?? Omg rood.] What cause would I have to jape about my own name?

[winterwork]

Because I'm Frost. What are the chances I'd meet a Snow? I think we're just obviously meant to be pals.

[Don't deny that you're soulmates.]

[baseborne]

[Come into his arms Jack he can't resist anymore.] Aye, is that right? Not a moment ago you wouldn't help me if I was on fire.

[winterwork]

[Can't resist this wintery charm. Wink wink~]

Only because you were knocking down my ice magic. But I don't hold a grudge. Not against a Snow man.

[baseborne]

You'd find yourself very forgiving in Westeros, then. Snow is the name of every bastard born to the North.

[winterwork]

Is that so? Because you got named after one of the most beautiful things in the world. There's gotta be something to say about that.

[baseborne]

[Omg no Jack now you really are using your wintery charm on him tho.] That's not how most men see it.

[winterwork]

Well, most people tend to underestimate snow. It's too cold. It piles on too heavy. All that nonsense. It usually isn't until people get a closer look— [He holds up a hand, a spark of frost lifting from his palm.] —that people begin to appreciate it a bit more. It's kind of like that.

[baseborne]

On the Wall, a snowfall meant much in the way of hardness, I waited always for days that were clear and thanked the gods for them when they came. [The look he gives is a bit rueful. So he's one of those people too.] But here, it's what I miss most, I think. It's foolish, isn't it?

[winterwork]

Hey, you were taken from something you're used to. It'd be easy to miss even the stuff you didn't like so much. Not that foolish.

[baseborne]

Mm. Might be.

You appear to be in trouble.

[winterwork]

Trouble? Nah, that's just Hic. He's always a spoilsport, it's nothing new. [That'll never stop him from playing with you, Jon.]

[smithwork]

[ Yelled from the other side of the room!! ]

Will you please stop flirting with Mister Snow and pick up a broom! If you don't mind.

[winterwork]

[Rolls his eyes as he turns to him.]

Geez, would you relax? You're not jealous now, are you?

[smithwork]

[ Rolling his eyes where he's busy sweeping up. ]

Oh, yes, I can't take the fact you're swooning over Jon Snow, it has nothing to do with the kitchen looking like a dragon sneezed in here. Please, continue to break my heart before my eyes, that's clearly the issue I'm having.

[winterwork]

I'm sorry, Hic, is your last name Snow? Because I'm sorry to say, he obviously fits the soulmate slot. It's completely meant to be.

[He wanders over, putting his hand on the handle of the broom to pause it for a second.] No need to pout about it, big baby boo.