[voice] it had been strange, even in a dream

[abidinglaw]

[While over the past few days the draft has been threatening the lives of cast-mates and strangers and acquaintances alike Admiral Norrington has been fighting a battle of his own. He chose the evening of the fourth to investigate the purpose of that odd little bump on his wall. Flick

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[ voice ]

[slaying]

[ she's busy. strategies to work out. safety to ensure. ergo, this is the sort of post that -- right now? -- she would prefer to ignore. but it's that too-evenly-toned voice she has come to pin instinctively on the admiral. and she is very curious about the admiral. ]

...Peculiar boxes? [ it sounds like he's griping about electricity. still -- a peculiar box could mean any number of mod-cons. ]

[ video ]

[abidinglaw]

[The journal lifts to display Norrington's stern expression and behind him - for starters - a microwave. He twists his body to the side and gives it some sort of threatening glare by way of demonstration.]

That is a box, is it not?

[ video ]

[slaying]

That's [ she drawls ] a microwave. Mic-ro-wave. You use it to cook things. It's a cooking things kind of thing.

[ she leaves the setting on video; after all, she is well healed up from the draft. no bruises or cuts left. ]

[ video ]

[abidinglaw]

[Should he admit to having tried his hands at activating the infernal thing? No. To do so would be to admit that he had failed.]

It is a stove, then?

[He doesn't sound at all certain.]

From where would one conjure the fire? And how?

[He glances up, though he has done so before. Perhaps a chimney was installed within the time it took him to put out his broadcast.]

[voice]

[lists_to_port]

It's called the "sun", mate. Large shiny thing in the sky, what appears during what is known as "day".

[video]

[abidinglaw]

[Flick. Flick. Flick.]

If that is the sun, then I am a sorcerer.

[voice]

[lists_to_port]

James, how the devil are you? We missed you in the war. Could've used your stern command, likely.

[voice]

[abidinglaw]

Likely.

Believe me, if I had but known where to sign my name then my sword would have been beside yours.

[crytearsofjoy]

[Sounds like someone doesn't know what electricity is. She responds, but sounds tired.]

The light is in a small glass container, yes? That should be a light bulb powered by electricity.

[abidinglaw]

[Short, concise, and as far as he can tell there is no mischief lurking behind her words. Will wonders never cease?]

It is bulbous, certainly. The name is fitting enough.

[He considers this for a moment before replying,]

My thanks. Might I ask you another question?

[crytearsofjoy]

Please, be my guest. [She's keeping herself in bed today, so some conversation is welcome.]

[abidinglaw]

[He forgoes the question 'what is electricity'. He has encountered the word in books of natural philosophy, but rarely. It is a powerful, mysterious force. Perhaps it is simply another word for 'magic'.]

How is it that my turning this tiny lever on the wall brings about a brightening of the bulb on the ceiling? They are not connected. And also, how long does the brightening last if left alone?

[voice]

[poorneedyand]

Depends on which boxes you're talking about.

[video]

[abidinglaw]

[This one is a fridge, and this time the admiral is not in frame.]

I am referring to these - and their unearthly humming.

[video]

[poorneedyand]

Oh, that's the icebox. You trade the noise for unspoiled food--not a bad deal, if you ask me.

[video]

[abidinglaw]

You mean to say that the box will produce unspoiled food? Astounding.

[For something so miraculous as that he would gladly endure the associated irritation. The concept, however, is difficult to believe.]

A demonstration then. How can I best go about beginning the process?

[ voice ]

[tothelibrary]

It's mostly through evil sorcery.

[ she's not laughing at you, norrington, she's-- no. she's laughing at you. ]

[ voice ]

[abidinglaw]

[Just as well, then, that he has already been informed of the truth of the matter.]

You mock me.

[ voice ]

[tothelibrary]

Just a little bit?

[ well now she kind of feels bad. ...not that bad, though. ]

For the record, my sister isn't exactly the most reliable teacher of food-related stuff on the planet. [ because in dawn's mind, who DOESN'T know she's buffy's sister. ]

[ voice ]

[abidinglaw]

[Well, Norrington for one. As such he's having trouble understanding where exactly that came from.]

I shall keep that in mind. Did she... teach you, perhaps?

[Is warning him away from herself in a roundabout sort of way?]