To All Heroes Who Read Their Files

[acceptedoblivion]

[He isn't really the type of person who writes this kind of stuff, especially back when he had to stay in the shadows whenever he did try to help someone. But just this once (now that he's cooled off), he'll make an exception.]

I might be new to this place and be a bit more in the dark than the rest of you, but hear me out. I don't know what worlds you came from or what you've seen. Don't care to, either. But that won't stop others trying to use your pasts (and possible futures) against us. I'm referring to Palitutu, who had our files apparently before any of us ever arrived. At least she did for me and the rest of us who showed up recently.

I don't know how many of you withdrew, and I won't ask. How we handle our pasts is up to us. But I will say this: The future is never set in stone. Nor should we let anything in the past we don't remember define us. Don't give up or break just because someone decided to be a scarily-accurate creep. At least that's what I think.

Oh, and one more thing: How do you put out a grease fire? One of my housemates may have tried putting water on one.

- Ira

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[makingfriends]

[...WELL, in that case -- the house is more important than a bag of baking soda, and like heck he's going to burn the house down after it survived the district fire during the war SO--

Ven promptly turns the bag on its side and splashes about a pound of the contents into the flaming pan. When the fire recedes to a height somewhat safer less dangerous, he overturns the bag entirely to dump all of it until the pan is holding a flaming mound of white powder.]

Now! Put the lid on!

[acceptedoblivion]

[Ven doesn't have to tell him twice. Without hesitation, Ira rushes over and drops the lid on the pan with a quiet sigh of relief. The house is saved!]

Next time, I'll read the instructions three times over.

[If there even is a next time when Saori is through with them.]

[makingfriends]

[Ven also releases the breath he didn't realize he was holding, daring to relax a bit. He was this close to just attempting to freeze this side of the kitchen over.]

Yeah, for sure. [Or maybe he should ask Rae to stick around next time and read it to them? Y'know, to prevent any measurement mix-ups.

He glances down at the floor, where the spilled baking soda is already mixing with the water and whatever else managed to slosh over onto the tile. Ugh, he hasn't made a mess this big since that time he tried to make breakfast for his friends back in the castle a couple years back. Alone. Before everyone else woke up. (Flour. Flour everywhere.)]

Okay -- if you get the broom, I can grab some towels and we can try to get this cleaned up before they get back. We'll have to do somethin' about the pan, too.

[Y'know, once it stops... smoking...

BRB FETCHING TOWELS THEY CAN TOTALLY DO THIS]

[acceptedoblivion]

[Ven no that would make this even worse to clean up don't do it- Ira sighs, already on it the moment he's asked. If anything he learned in retail working on that demented doll floor, it was cleaning up after your mess.

But he had to admit setting that place on fire was awesome. This? Not so much.]

Give it a bit so we can actually touch it first.

[One does not simply touch fire or things that previously held fire, yo.

Ten seconds later:]

Where is</> the broom, anyway? [Deeeeeeeerp.]

[makingfriends]

[He knows that, gosh!!

It doesn't take him long to dash to the bathroom for some towels and back into the kitchen, so he catches the question.]

It's not in the pantry, it's behind the do--

[WATER ON THE FLOOR WOW NO HE DIDN'T THINK IT HAD SPLASHED THAT FAR

there's a short series of loud squeaks as his sneakers slip over the tile, but he catches himself (partly via "catching" the counter with his stomach, hey look that fauld under his jacket actually came in handy) and quickly drops the towels onto the mess to start sopping it up.]

--behind the door, I think.

wow the html fail is real /sob

[acceptedoblivion]

[STILL GONNA SAY IT. You don't want to know how many people wanted to touch pretty purple fire back in the day.

He was already out of the kitchen, looking for the broom when he heard the squeaks of sneaker on tile. A bit concerned, he half started to turn to see if his ...friend was okay. Instead, he grabs the broom first after spying it while he was turning around.]

You alright in there?

[At least with the broom in hand they were one step closer to kitchen domination being successful. If they were fast enough then maybe just maybe Saori won't kill them in their sleep.]

/pats!

[makingfriends]

I'm fine!

[he's suffered worse falls anyway so it's not like that would've killed him

He tosses a couple of those towels on the counter, intending to wipe up there, too, only to do a double-take.]

Agh, the stove's soaked-- [that's your fault, Ven, remember] We'll have to wait for it to cool, too.

[Some careful ice magic is still sounding really good right about now. Still, at the moment he'll focus on old-fashioned methods of clean-up so the dry baking soda on the floor can be swept up.]

Re: /pats!

[acceptedoblivion]

And I wonder whose fault that was.

[Snark snark- hm, maybe he should have grabbed the mop while he was at it. Some of the baking soda was starting to turn into a paste where it met some of the water that made it to the floor. Slowly he starts to sweep it up, trying to make sure that more paste doesn't get made as he started sweeping it into the dustpan.]

[makingfriends]

[He might huff at you at this point if he weren't busy sopping up so much water -- and aw man that paste is leaving unsightly streaks on the floor this is just great. But Ira seems to have that part, so Ven turns back to the counter and starts poking at the frying pan's handle. It's warm, but not unbearable, so he gives it a careful shake, trying to smother the last of the smoldering embers.

It's a really good thing these houses aren't advanced enough to have smoke detectors because theirs would be going off like crazy. And would have scared the daylights out of him because what is simple household technology even]

I think we've got it! They can't be too mad, right?

[No permanent damage, aside from the smoke stains on the wall behind the stove. And the ceiling above it. But he can buy a new pan!!]

[acceptedoblivion]

[If Ven huffed at him or now, he doesn't mind -- he's far more concerned about getting the baking soda off the floor and into the garbage. He glances over at Ven while sweeping some of it into the powder to see what the progress was on his end.]

We can hope.

[Never mind that he had a low stock of hopes to begin with, but details! ...Maybe he should find a job to help pay for that new pan, too.]