... And then Ladon set everything on fire.

[rustigedraak]

Who: rustigedraak and occupants of house 15 and/or anyone nearby with a sense of smell.
What: Ladon's cooking. Oh God, I am so sorry.
Where: House 15, 4th floor kitchen.
When: Morning.
Warnings: Ladon has a potty mouth and he eats charcoal. Also, reply in whichever format you want to log in, I'll match.

Comments

[recluserose]

[What. What was that horrible smell coming from the floors above Amelia? It's enough that she was taken away from home, but now she had to deal with a housemate that was presenting themselves as a fire hazard?]

[So of course she marches up (as opposed to using magic) to confront the offender]

Excuse me, but what do you think you're doing?!

[rustigedraak]

[ Ladon is just flipping charcoal cakes when some redheaded dame marches into his kitchen.

His gun is on the counter and he eyes it momentarily before looking over at the young woman yelling at him. ] S'it look like? Makin' breakfast.

[recluserose]

[Amelia eyes the charcoal critically. Very critically.]

You actually can digest that?

[rustigedraak]

[ Ladon breaks a piece off one of the already plated pancakes and pops it in his mouth as proof. ]

Yeah. Got a problem?

[recluserose]

[Well. That may or may not explain some things.]

Yes. The smell is terrible. [Sighs and puts her hands on her hips] What kind of person eats burned food anyways?

[rustigedraak]

Kind that don't like his breakfast bein' interrupted.

[ He sighs. ] Will you relax if I go 'head an' make some unburnt ones too?

[recluserose]

... I'm... Sorry for getting upset needlessly. [This comes out a bit awkwardly.]

You don't need to. I was having breakfast on my floor before the smell got to me.

[rustigedraak]

Yeah. Sorry. Next time I'll open a window. [ He scoots the last of his burnt up breakfast into a plate. ] Need t'eat somethin' if I'm gonna have the strength to get outta here.

[recluserose]

That's practical.

Although I have the impression that you have been trying to find a way out?

[rustigedraak]

Ain't gonna sit on my ass an' wait for someone else to. [ Pouring syrup on his pancakes now. ] Most I seen is people scramblin' t'find each other, some smart asses makin' up theories, and some others bumpin' their gums 'bout this and that. Dunno 'bout them, but I got a life t'get back to.

[recluserose]

Hm. I'm a little envious that some people have others they know with them. [Is it even safe to use her magic freely yet? She wasn't sure.]

Well, theory-making helps one assess the situation and find ways to make a better plan.

[rustigedraak]

Dunno. Sure as hell don't want anyone I care 'bout trapped here. [ The idea of Conrit being exposed to all this chaos... It was bad enough the kid had come to Nieve and witnessed what he had. ]

Only helps if y'do somethin' with it. [ He grinds out his cigarette in the sink, then tosses the butt in the garbage disposal. ] Seen a lot of thinkin', not a lot of doin'.

[recluserose]

[Hm. There was something about this person... Amelia couldn't quite put her finger on it, but he wasn't JUST a person.]

[She figured there would be no need to bring it up right now.]

Wish you luck then. I'm trying to figure out this city through other means. It'll involve some thinking unfortunately.

Since we're living in the same house, we should give our names shouldn't we? I'm Amelia.

[rustigedraak]

[ Maybe that he eats charcoal. But there wasn't much Ladon could do to cover that up, unless he wanted to eat something under cooked, trigger his furnace, and have the smokes for the whole day. ]

S'what you're good at, then by all means. M'more of a doer than a thinker, yeah? [ He grabbed a fork and started to section off some of his pancakes, mopping up plenty of syrup with his piece. ]

Ladon Ceto. [ Munch~ Mmm, maple-y charcoal. ]

[recluserose]

[Man. That is some burnt food. She wrinkles her nose at it]

Ladon it is.

I must say, you're probably going to be the only one I know who can eat burnt food so normally.

[rustigedraak]

S'a special diet. Ain't for everyone. [ He didn't bother to mention the fact that he took his coffee and tea eight hours strong. ] Better'n gettin' sick. Don't think those guards tellin' everyone to wear masks'd appreciate me upchuckin' on their boots.