[accidental post | video]

[forzare]

[ The NV’s feed is a little shaky, considering Harry is trying to make a record of his exploits single-handedly while the other hand is busy hefting a rather large, rather expensive looking bottle of foreign whiskey. Looks like some guys make out with all the luck, especially after that week long leap into the past.

Beyond his hand and the bottle, there is the battered door of his (and John’s) newly bought, somewhat-renovated house. There is a rickety porch, a patched doorframe, and some obnoxiously orange paint. The feed focuses on all of that for a moment, and then the image is joined by the sound of his voice as it comes filtering through. ]

-- I mean, they christen boats, why not with a house? What am I going to call you? The Good Ship Marmalade? Das Orange Haus? Stumble Inn? Ooh, I like that one. Stumble Inn. I dub thee: Stumble Inn--! [ The NV gives a rather excitable wiggle as Harry cocks his other arm back, clearly prepared to smash the bottle all over the front door. What a loss of good alcohol.

Which, apparently, is just what his roommate thinks. In a matter of moments, the slight wiggle of the NV turns into a jarring motion, a tangle of limbs and the sudden appearance of another figure. Harry has to clamber to his feet, and the NV does a very good impression of Cloverfield as he does so. John’s voice (muted, but clearly irritated) rises over Harry’s aimless protests. The NV rounds on him in turn (je accuse!), after John has rescued the poor bottle of whiskey from a meaningless fate and is currently gingerly cradling it in his hands. Thank god someone has sense. ]

-- waste of good whiskey that we could be drinking instead.

Gee, I honestly didn’t know you were such a connoisseur.

This is a single-malt Highland Park imported onto the island and you want to smash it into the door?

I’m sorry, is this against the rules and bylaws of the country club? Is it giving you a case of the vapors?

I miss the days when I was allowed to shoot you.

Scumbag.

Firestarter. And also, you've sent your personal recording to the Network.

[ It’s John who reaches out and appropriates Harry’s NV, looking sternly into the camera. He looks very put-together for a man who just bodily tackled a six-foot-nine wizard. ] I apologize for my associate’s brash actions. I won’t leave him in possession of good alcohol again. Have a good evening, all.

[[OOC: As usual, blue is Harry, green is John and they'll be answering posts separately.]]

Comments

[video]

[ibreakrules]

He's way too entertaining to shoot.

[No, Frau doesn't need to know either one of them to make this comment. He just does it anyway, laughing the entire time.]

[freeholding]

You say that now. He hasn't burned any buildings to the ground yet.

[ibreakrules]

As long as it isn't mine, I'm good.

[Sorry, John, you're talking to a guy that gets himself into a good deal of trouble too.]

[freeholding]

You'd be less accommodating if you specially imported a good bottle of alcohol only to nearly have it painting the door.

[video]

[forzare]

At least someone appreciates my unique talents.

[ Harry is also way too stubborn to die, he's said so. ]

[video]

[ibreakrules]

Sure. Though, really, I would have picked a cheaper wine.

[Money isn't all that easy to come by around here. At least not for him.]

[forzare]

It was whiskey, actually. I figure it's champagne for boats - why not something hearty for a house?

It's tradition. Just a little... adapted.

voice.

[seclusion]

Oh, I hope you keep calling it that, Stumble Inn. That's really cozy! I never thought to christen a house, now I feel kind of bad for ignoring mine... Congratulations.

voice;

[freeholding]

We are not calling it that. [Call him Baron Killjoy.]

voice;

[seclusion]

Well, I thought Marmalade was a nice option, too. Imagine saying that every day. 'Marmalade, I'm home.' That's nice.

voice; and mun going to bed, replies in morning

[freeholding]

I owned a 50 acre estate in Winnetka with a three story mansion and even I did not deign to name my house. Please don't encourage him. Unless it is a genius locus, it doesn't need a name.

voice

[forzare]

You can always name your house, it's never too late. And if I have my way, I doubt it'll be changed.

[ Plus, he has a habit of (re)naming things. ]

It's a nice place. There's more elbow room here.

voice

[seclusion]

What's a good way to name a house? I don't think I've ever named - anything before.

That's good. I hope you're really happy there.

voice

[forzare]

Well, there really isn't a method to it. I like puns, and the name sort of felt right to me. Try going with your gut feeling.

[ Oh yeah, and also-- ] Don't think I've forgotten about helping you out, kid.

video;

[motioned]

What's the point of that, anyways? Wouldn't it just make a mess everywhere?

video;

[freeholding]

[a faintly amused grin] It's traditional. And my associate is nothing if not a traditional man. Usually, christening is done to boats, not hideous farmhouses.

video;

[motioned]

Breaking stuff on boats? That sounds like a weird tradition to me, do you know why they started doing it?

video;

[freeholding]

I... No. I don't. [Of all the things John misses of pre-island life, his know-it-all assistant and Google are at the top of the list.] Perhaps something symbolic, that a boat being launched is similar to becoming an adult, thus: alcohol.

video;

[forzare]

There's a lot of symbolism in breaking bottles on things. Like the prow of a ship - or, in this case: the door of a house.

The actual meaning of the act has evolved over time - it's usually to invite good luck, these days.

video;

[motioned]

Wouldn't breaking something on a door invite the opposite of good luck? Like, you could damage the door, or cut your hand on the broken glass.

[ Voice ]

[ella_of_frell]

[ Ella doesn't feel up to video, quite yet - not after what happened in the cell. But she is chuckling softly at the banter. ]

I rather like the name. I don't think the bottle has to be whiskey though. Could be anything, as long as the sentiment is there.

voice forever~

[freeholding]

[That is fair. Ella is one of the few people John will video chat with, but he always prefers voice.]

Sentiment and belief... christening does sound like a form of magic, at least how magic works in our world. Perhaps I'll get Harry a bottle of water instead and tell him its vodka.

This is the house that I mentioned. Obviously. Excuse the hideous paint job, I'm working on that, hopefully before it strikes me blind.

voice forever~

[ella_of_frell]

I think he might be able to tell the difference with that.

It's a nice house - the color's ... it's... [ Garish? Loud? ]

Vibrant! Very easy to see in the dark, I'd think. I didn't know Harry liked that color.

voice

[forzare]

The whiskey was what I had on hand. Even if it wound up being his.

[ Plus, it was a not-so-secret chance to annoy John. Hi Ella! ]

I'd have given the house a beer, if that was what was in the fridge.

voice

[ella_of_frell]

[ Hi Harry :3 Ella chuckles at that. ]

Now you'll need a whole new bottle won't you? Since John rescued his.