[Crackplot] Boom tomorrow. Always a boom tomorrow.

[big_bad_melkor]

Morgoth has been observing. More to the point, he's been paying shrewd attention. The witches - by which he means the Edain and the Elda who have fought him before - are distracted. He has noticed the Merlin's increased reluctance to use magic. All this became very convenient... when he saw that suddenly there was a breach in the fabric of this

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[jusgimmehair]

Berger wandered in the kitchen, opened the fridge's door, sleepily.

And then, every single pot that had something staining exploded. "---- what the...."

Mansion dwellers, have a Berger, covered in ketchup, apple sauce, cream, what have you.

[ofdoriath]

Daeron just poked his head through the door, half for the sound of the explosion, half because he is looking for Delilah. However, seeing what he does instead... he cannot help a muffled laugh. Muffled, mind you, but still distinctly a laugh.

Daeron: never above petty mockery, really.

[jusgimmehair]

Berger looks back at the source of the sound, and can't help but grin genially. "Radical, huh?"

[ofdoriath]

"Radical indeed." Oh, fuck. Daeron didn't like the 60s very much. Too many flaming idealists. However... "You might want to do something about your clothes."

[jusgimmehair]

Berger is nothing, if not a flaming idealist. "Hm, yes. Probably." He looks at the color mix. "Groovy."

He's probably got some on his chest. Berger isn't known for wearing a lot of clothes.

[ofdoriath]

"...if you say that again I might have to run screaming from the room. What, exactly, happened?"

[jusgimmehair]

"It's alright if you want to scream," Berger replies, still ridiculously laid back. "Just opened the door to the fridge, man. It's like -- the food rebelled, or something."

[ofdoriath]

Daeron is really remembering why he hated the 60s so much. It was easy to blend in, but he hated it. "...I see. It would appear so. Has it done that to you before?"

[jusgimmehair]

Berger looks sheepishly amused. "No, not that I recall."

[ofdoriath]

"Huh. I guess it just decided to hate you today, then. Pity for you."

[jusgimmehair]

Berger shrugs. "Guess that means I should give up on ketchup." He spots some strawberry on his hand.... "And jam."

He looks put out by the prospect.

[ofdoriath]

Daeron examines the jam, entirely placidly. "Don't worry. The peanut butter probably put it up to it."

[jusgimmehair]

"I don't know," Berger replies, "It's all nice and safe in its jar, that one."

He's probably not all that serious about it.

[ofdoriath]

"Mmm. Exactly. It got someone else to do the dirty work." Glance at clothes. "Pun not completely intended."

[jusgimmehair]

Berger grins back. "It's just too bad that the food is lost - you could feed people with it."

[ofdoriath]

"Could see if anyone still wants it." Daeron shrugs. "Food replenishes itself, here. I wouldn't worry too much. As long as this doesn't happen often."