Open RP post!

[inasmithsyard]

I will add prompts or scenarios in comments, or feel free to come up with your own!

Currently up for grabs characters:

Rosie
Spindle's End
inasmithsyard

Rosethorn
Circle of Magic
earthandpine

Briar
Circle of Magic
thornandmoss

Hadand
Inda
deheldegarthe

Charity
Dresden Files
charityandfaith

Molly (Rag Lady)
Dresden Files
veiledthreat

Karrin
Dresden Files
isgoodpeople

Maggie
Newsflesh
talesuntold

Chouji
Naruto
16autumnroad

Neville
Harry Potter
mimbletone

Rue
Hunger Games
daisiesguardyou

Kitten
Tortall
skysung

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Comments

[deheldegarthe]

It's true that the motorcycle helmet has become a familiar enough sight around the temple, but Hadand does find it hard to fully give her trust to anyone unwilling to share face or voice, or reasons for hiding them.

"I must have set the temperature too high," Hadand answers, still much more calmly than Celty seems. "I apologize for the smoke. We haven't any devices like this where I come from, and I had yet to use this one."

She's gotten used to the stove and oven at least, and the fridgerator (as Nadia called it during her tour of the kitchen).

[kneesandtoes]

If that's all... Her shoulders rise slowly and then drop, but she nods in acknowledgement. Determining that the threat of anything actually lighting ablaze is gone, Celty goes to start opening some windows—not that it makes a difference to her, but everyone else needs to be able to breathe and see.

With the initial panic subsided, she asks, Do you need help using it?

I failed at RP for awhile. Sorry!

[deheldegarthe]

At least Celty's body language is expressive. It has to be, Hadand supposes, if she isn't going to speak, since most worlds have no equivalent of the bracelets or speaking into people's minds. "I could probably use the help," she admits. "I figured out the big things, like stove and oven, but I really should just be left to chopping. I'm much better at preparing ingredients than I am at actual cooking."

Job assignments don't come with lessons, unfortunately.

i will take your tags always ♥

[kneesandtoes]

Celty opens up the last window and tells Hadand, You can't improve if you don't learn and practice. She takes two more slices of bread on her way back over to the toaster, pops them in, and beckons for Hadand to watch.

Always start on the lowest setting when you aren't sure, she explains, turning the dial and pressing the lever down. You can always put let it toast longer afterwards. If you smell burning... She flicks the lever back up and the toast hops up with a ping! sound. Celty adds, Do this before it starts smoking, ideally, or it could catch fire. She steps aside and gestures towards the toaster so Hadand can give it another shot—under supervision, this time.

[deheldegarthe]

"I do practice, I just don't expect to ever be as good with a pan as I am with a knife. I've had years of practice with those." Hadand sees that watchful gaze, even without a view of the eyes doing the seeing. No one has ever felt the need to supervise her so closely, as if disaster will strike should she be left to her own devices. She's been responsible and competent for as long as she can remember, raised to it.

Hadand can follow instructions well enough, and soon she has two slices of bread toasted without incident. "Would you like to eat one?" she offers, adding, "I can put anything on it you like."

Of course, that would entail taking off the helmet. Somehow Hadand doubts Celty will take her up on it, but offering seemed polite anyway.