sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: sora

[The first thing you see is a white haired boy with red eyes in a sharp black suit. He shakes his head and sits back.] Ok, now important thing to remember. These shades operate based on thought. So don't go turning-

[His brows come down as he sighs.] No, no. Think text function, and it will kick over to translating your thoughts into words.

[He steps out of view before it clicks over.]

see like that
lets get this ready to go
floors yours

[The person Dave is talking to isn't apparent at first; they don't reply verbally while he's speaking, and a few moments after the video feed switches off, more text appears.]

like this? oh!

is it connected? the network

it needs to go there

fyi third person is not the way to go
its connected to the network
just keep going

what?

[She doesn't really get it, but instead of waiting, she posts the pictures she took of the monster that's been attacking people, but the most important one is this one.]

( heartless picture under the cut )

this thing is what's been attacking people. It attacked me, and I think it might have killed Ino. I dont know who else has been attacked.

Guns dont work on it. knives don't work on it. Im not sure what does. it was so fast

If you see it you need to escape

if you have any information about it
dont talk about it on here
come see us face to face
because crazy idea here
it might be someone on the network thats behind this and anyone can see this info
seems really dumb to blather it all out on here

((ooc; Both Dave and Nill will be replying to people!))

rewritter

[The feed begins focused on a dark haired boy as pedestrians mill about behind him, but it's not his voice that can be heard first. The sound is noticeably more feminine than that, and likely more familiar to the Port as well.]

Of course it's necessary! Here, everyone can see you now, introduce yourself.

What are you even... what is that thing, anyway?

[apparently nobody really explained the NV to him, from the way he gestures blankly at the camera with noooo idea what's going on.]

It's just a video! It's like, it's almost like a picture, except it keeps showing you for as long as you want it to, moving and talking and stuff. It shows you to other people, too, that's why I said everyone can see you! So you should say hi, okay?

I... what... couldn't you have told me that before, idiot? I'm not interested! Shut it off, do something...!

Hey, don't call me names! Just say hi and tell them your name, I promise it isn't that hard!

I don't...! Fine. If I do this, will you stop bothering me about it?

[There's a sigh, before she moves into the view of the feed, standing next to the taller boy. Though her voice was bordering on annoyance a few seconds ago, it's not hard to spot the broad smile on her face.]

This is my friend Fakir. I guess he's just sort of shy, but he's a really nice person!

[The affection when she turns her head to look up at him is almost palpable as well.]

See! That wasn't so hard, was it? Now everyone knows who you are.

I'm not a nice pers... ugh. Believe what you want.

[he seems to just give up, rubbing his forehead. the things he puts up with for her. but he reluctantly glances up and nods shortly at the camera. that's... probably the closest thing to a hello he'll give.]

[And just as quickly as the smile had been there, a slight exasperated frown takes it's place.]

You are too! Stop saying stuff like that, jeez. [She turns her attention back to the NV for a moment.] No matter what he says, he really is nice! [And then, just like that, the feed cuts.]

[ note: pink is Ahiru, green is Fakir o7 ]

rainprism

[The feed kicks on, and .... here's Aqua, dressed for bed, but she's well-covered by a more tasteful night robe. The camera's set up to face her wall desk, and there's a pause as she adjusts the lens before sitting back, settling into the rolling chair and folding her hands neatly in her lap.]

Seems like things are finally getting back to normal ...

[She hasn't heard any other reports or fallout of bodyswapping. Needless to say, it's been ... quite an adventure in self-appreciation to be back to her old self. Dr. Orpheus -- bless that man -- was probably feeling the same way.

Even so, it's taken a while for things to renormalize.]

I hope everyone is alright. I've been thinking, though ...

[Her even gaze lowers somewhat for a moment before she looks back up at the NV.]

This is ... kind of a question for the whole city. Anybody is welcome to answer.

[Clearing her throat.]

If you could find out what happens after you die ... would you want to know? Without having to die first, I mean. ... To know everything. Not just what happens to yourself, but what your friends and family go through, the changes that come about in the world, if there are any.

[Kind of a somber subject, and she wrings her hands once or twice.]

It's only a question, so ... take it with a grain of salt, as they say.

[[ ooc : replies are coming tonight 8/18! sorry for the delay! ]]

feverpitching

[The NV flickers on to show Ven rubbing a cloth over the glass panes of the windows in his bedroom. Once he's done and the windows are practically spotless, he addresses the network.]

I've gotten these as clean as possible so I can set this up. [He holds the phone up to show a shiny telescope. The lens is set up close to the glass and pointed upwards towards the sky.] I've had this for a while and never gotten a chance to really use it. The darkness makes it almost impossible to see any stars at all, but I'm hoping I might find something if I use this. And since setting it up outside would be dangerous, I have to look through the window.

[Now he peers into the eyepiece and sets the phone down.] Hmm...

...

Ah, nothing yet. But I'll keep looking. I can see the moon all right, but not much besides that.

But it'll be worth it if I see something, right?

rapturescreed

[The feed turns on, and everyone can see Raul Creed sitting down. Shockingly enough, he's not behind a desk, or anywhere that looked like an office. Instead, he's sitting on the couch. Just like a normal person who didn't work every minute of every day.]

We've seem to be receiving new members of the Newcomer community, in the past few weeks, and I wanted to take the time to welcome them. There's many of you who have been welcomed with open arms by the rest of us, and I do want to say that, despite the circumstances, it is nice to meet you. [Except you, Vincent Law. It's not nice to meet you, again.] My name is Raul Creed. I'm general manager of Lion's Gate, a club in the city; most importantly, I am the head of the Newcomer Political Party, which is based out of the Newcomer Community Center. Our offices are open from 9:00am to 5:00pm, and we encourage everyone to come in. There are many different groups that meet in the community center, and the NPP is always looking for more people to help with our cause. Our new director, Vesper Lynd, and our new Assistant Director, Kurt Hummel, will be happy to help you in whatever it is you may wish to do.

In mentioning the help we give, and the causes we are fighting for, I must bring up again the problems we have faced in the past few weeks. We've already had many people on the network tell us what has happened in regards to this "Newcomer Hunt". I want to formally state that the Newcomer Political Party is shocked and outraged at the very idea of this atrocity. There is not much more I can say on the subject that has not already been said by many, many others. What I do want you all to know is that we will not stand by and let this go unpunished. Newcomer might be what we're called in this city, but one life is not, nor has it ever, been worth more then another. Regardless of your age, gender, sexuality, race; we are all equal. I urge those of you thinking of using violence to make a statement to reconsider. Fighting fire with fire may sound interesting, but when the island is completely burned down, there will be nowhere for us to go. There will be nowhere for the people who are not guilty of any crimes, to go.

We strive for equality, not supremacy. And if you want to help in that, then speak up. The Newcomer Political Party holds an open forum meeting every few months, where people can come in and speak up about problems that are affecting them. Problems that are affecting all of us. We need to make decisions and come up with plans as a community. The open forum meeting will be taking place this month, on July 17th, at 1:00pm. That's next Tuesday. I'm hoping that the rate of new people coming into the city will have slowed down, by then, because I want every single one of you to show up. I want you to speak up. If no one will speak up, if no one will take the risk, then nothing will get done. If nothing gets done, I hope no one dares to show outrage; you could have made a difference.

[He pauses at that. Raul Creed is not one to show emotion. It's not how he was brought up. But there's a fire, a passion in his eyes and on his face, and he needs to look down for a moment. When he looks back up, he's back to calm again.]

For some of you, the port is a place you had no choice to come to. For others, it's a vacation from the problems back home. For me, this island is my home. There is nothing for me or my daughter to go back home to. We have set roots down in this city, and I know there are others who have, as well.

[He holds up a piece of paper; it's a document signed by the government.] Today, my family legally grew by one more. Nana is not from the same world as I am, and I had never known about her until we met in this city. I am proud to be her caregiver, and both Pino and I are happy that she is a part of our small, but growing family.

[He smiles.] When I woke up today, I wanted to just say welcome to our newest members. To let you all know that we are asking for your voice. Now, I hope that my family, and yours, can continue to grow safely.

...And of course, if you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask. My NV is always open for calls.

rewritethesky

[It's been a while since she's really been on the network, and though she still doesn't know about Xion's panicked call from a month ago, she's been laying low in general. Little by little she's been trying to become more sociable, especially now that school and her exams are finished.

So now she's focusing on something else, and it's come to her attention as she sits in a chair at Kahve, that it's been about a year already.]

Newcomers are coming in again. Hopefully things will be a little easy for them as they settle in.

But, I just have a question for those that have been here longer. Have your goals or dreams changed so much since you got here? Did you achieve things you never would have dreamed of?

[She's feeling sentimental, but thinking about the year she spent and all the things she's done now, it's got her thinking about other people too.]

rainprism

[Dust. Lots and lots of dust. Several minutes of silence fill the feed. There has been an accidental activation of the video function, and for those first crucial moments, all that can be seen is billowing curtains of dust falling and settling around the NV, which is stationary on the ground.

Gradually, a close silhouette appears -- a long, shapeless lump on the ground to begin with ... until the last bits of dust clear away. The details come into focus. It's probably a white sleeve, but it's ripped, snagged, and slightly stained by the dark orange dust. And there's more -- a hand at the end of that sleeve, partially covered by fingerless gloves, palm down in that dust.

Labored breathing crescendos into range of the NV's microphone soon thereafter, and it isn't long before movement rocks the arm in an unstable to-and-fro motion. The person this arm belongs to ... is coming around.]

Nnnh ... !

[... Albeit painfully. When Aqua plowed into the baseball diamond the first time, there'd been the buffer of her armor to soften the blow. This time, she's taken the full brunt of the impact. But not unlike her first collision into Siren's Port, her recovery curve is rising sharply -- not long after the groan, a green light sets the recording NV out of focus for a moment and a musical trill sounds the casting of a Curaga spell. That arm is bathed in curative magic, and her hand closes around a fistful of dirt before the process of pushing herself into an upright position begins. The move is riddled with pauses and small gasps as sore spots are identified, but she somehow manages to maneuver herself into side-sitting, knees together and bent at an angle, the metallic accents of her boots clicking together as her ankles cross.

At first, the lens of the NV only captures this much; Her neatly folded legs. But her elbows soon find her knees and her face is promptly buried in her hands. The high noon sun has effectively stunned her, and she remains steadfastly in this position ... presumably, to get her bearings.]

Home ...

[The feed continues in this manner. A blue-haired young woman none the wiser to her in-progress broadcast, hiding her eyes like a child, coping with lingering aches, and whispering something with each carefully measured exhalation ... over and over, rhythmically.]

... Home ...

[The light of day is dizzying after a decade of nothing but darkness.]

Home.

dawnward

[The NV is on, for all that there is silence in the background. There's no sound, no breathing, no moving or walking to be heard. This goes on for a minute, almost two, before someone finally speaks into the device.]

Ritsuka Aoyagi has died.

[For all that the news will be devastating to those who knew Ritsuka, Riku's voice is decidedly calm, hollow as he speaks. It's probably taken him some time to even say this much to the network about what's happened only an hour or so prior to the post. He doesn't know if he can bring himself to talk about the details or what possibly transpired, though he knows he should.]

Those patches of Darkness... Someone said he was caught.

[A lie, he suspects. One he'll be looking into, if only to find out who saw it happen, who left him to die alone, so that he'll finally have someone else to blame besides himself.

He lapses into silence again before he speaks once more, regarding the NV and its open post as an afterthought.]

I'm sorry.

[And then he turns off the device.]

integra_hellsing

[ Integra is sitting, as per usual, in her room at home; looking far, far better than she has in the last few weeks. There's color in her cheeks again, and she most certainly doesn't appear to be drained.

Crossing her left leg over her right, she hums thoughtfully, before speaking. ]

First and foremost... thank you to everyone who visited with me and helped me while I was ill. I truly do appreciate you all, whether you visited here at the manor or over the NV. Thank you.

Secondly, I am feeling well enough that fencing lessons shall resume within the next few days. I should also note that I am very much in need of a few sparring partners; fencing is one thing, but sparring is something completely different. I certainly do not need to get rusty, and I'm certain there are at least a few of you who may feel the same way I do.

[ Reaching forward to end the feed, she pauses. ]

...I hope everyone else is feeling better, too. Be well.

[ And the feed clicks off. ]

integra_hellsing

[ Despite looking far worse than she did the last time she appeared over the network, Integra looks, at the least, determined. She's sitting up in a chair this time around, not in bed, and she's dressed in her suit -- it's somewhat wrinkled, mind you, considering it took her every ounce of energy she had to get the stupid thing on.

With a shaky hand, the young heiress lifts a teacup from her nightstand; a dead give away that she's quarantined herself to her room, still. Using her other hand to steady it, she takes a small sip to wet her throat before speaking.

Her voice is gravely and hoarse, it's obvious she's having a hard time speaking. ]

I am in need of someone who can draw up a last will. If I am to die in this bloody place, I'm going to be legal. I don't have many things, I can assure you... so it will be quite simple. This is, naturally, assuming I die.

[ Because she sure as shit feels like it. ]

I don't want to do anything in person, naturally, I wouldn't want to infect anyone else. So if anyone knows of a good attorney or someone along those lines, if they would so kindly direct them my way... thank you.

[ The feed ends. ]

mirroredmemory

[There’s something distinctly wrong, very wrong in the room when Xion wakes up this morning. It’s too quiet, too still. Blue is licking her hand, her rough little tongue like sandpaper against her fingers, and in the hazy moments where sleep transfers to wakefulness, Xion stretches and coughs, her chest still feeling tight from this strange sickness. She sits up slowly, lets the accompanying dizziness subside before she scoops up Blue and starts her descent down the ladder to the floor. She sets the kitten down on the floor, letting her little cat out to start her day by pouncing on Xact’s tail- probably- and she quietly lets herself out to use the bathroom and cough and splutter away without worrying about waking her roommate.

A few minutes later, and carrying a box of tissues, Xion’s back and Naminé hasn’t moved. Xion goes to Naminé’s bedside and gently nudges her on the shoulder to see if she’s awake and in need of anything.

Naminé is very still. She’s always been quiet, but this morning it’s too much. Her shoulder feels cold, and that doesn’t feel right. Naminé’s been feverish all weekend, Xion has been bringing her cold flannels to put on her head to help her cool off. She shouldn’t be so cold. Her face is very pale from what she can see of it poking out from under her blankets.

It takes a moment for Xion to realise that Naminé isn’t breathing and she’s not waking up.

The shock sends her reeling backwards, knocking into the trash bin. Tissues go falling over the carpet. Xion’s head is spinning, everything seems to be buzzing in her ears. What should she do, what should she do?

She grabs her NV, acting on instinct, she doesn’t know what to do what should she do she can’t do anything Naminé won’t wake up, she won’t wake up, it’s not working.

Frantically she switches to video.]

[VIDEO]

[Xion's face is pale and clammy, she’s breathing too quickly and she’s shaking, she knows this is bad, this is very, very bad, but she can’t do anything-]

Help me please, someone, Naminé won’t wake up. She was sick and now she’s cold and she’s not- and she won’t wake up- she’s not breathing- I can’t-

Someone help us please, please, I don’t know what to do!

ella_of_frell

[ The video turns on to a rather preoccupied looking Ella at home, resting her chin in her hands. She's been working her tail off on behalf of Hattie which in turn made her flake on Byakuya and she hated it. But that's not why she looked distracted. ]

Ever have the feeling that you forgot something really important?

Or even something minor, actually. Just - something. But you can't for the life of you remember what that is?

[ Beat. ]

Er ... Excluding those who ...actually have amnesia. I mean things like forgetting appointments, or where you left a brush or something.

[ Like why in the he-ck she was cooperating with Hattie's stupid business and ignoring her duties to her actual job. She KNOWS Hattie is deliberatly picking clients who want the same timeslot she's supposed to work for him. ]

Oh this is going to bother me all day, heh. I guess I could write down a list of- [ She glances at her calendar briefly, then pauses and looks again. ]

Oh.

[ Awkward pause, and then a laugh. ]

Well that's one mystery solved. [ She's ... just going to turn her feed off now. Eesh. ]

mighty_pirate

Gee, a lot of people have been talking about missing friends lately.

Do people disappear a lot? Should I uh...Should I be worried about this?

drinkthebleach

[Picture it: the grimy interior of an international pancake house, where all good culinary choices go to die in a semi-hygienic grave. One might ask themselves who in their right mind would hang out in such a place on a Tuesday afternoon by choice, aside from stoners and people on dates that they're trying to hide from their friends and the rest of respectable society.

Once the NV is propped up against something (presumably a napkin dispenser) that question is answered in the form of Pickles the Drummer, sitting alone in one of the faded blue and yellow booths. There's a pint of coffee and a giant stack of pancakes in front of him, slathered in butter and maple syrup. He lifts his eyebrows at the camera in response to well...everything.]

Guess this means I'm back for a while. If yer surprised, that makes two of us--I was out there tryin' to destroy that stupid piece of shit, an' it still puts me back in this place? I thought machines were supposed to be smarter than us. I've been here nine months, an' it's shaped up to have less IQ points than a fuckin' vibrator. I dunno.

Anyway, I'm glad that bein' killed was actually pretty brutal. Death, an' people gettin' murdered, that's the kinda shit my band always talked about. It's in all of our fuckin' songs. I mean, I'm a death metal musician, for fuck's sake, that's my bread an' butter right there, y'know? So it wasn't a huge let-down, that's all I'm sayin'. An' that's good: I don't wanna make no more job changes. It sucks.

But apparently the news came out an' said that I was some kinda menace, a while back. Now there's a strip club ten minutes away from my pal's apartment that won't let me back in 'cause they think I'm gonna set the girls on fire, or some bullshit like that. An' that's the fuckin' lamest part. [He rolls his eyes while delivering this hyperbole and takes a bite of pancake. And yes, being banned from a boobie bar is clearly the most inconvenient part about being gunned down by a group of Canadian robocops.]

So what else did I miss?

hostage

[Here's Jesse, chilling in his living room, looking a whole lot healthier than he did a few days ago. Fully healed now, in fact. He's fidgeting, but thankfully his NV has been placed on the coffee table so the video is steady. The room is also much brighter than necessary. Maybe he's bought a few extra lamps... A lot of extra lamps. Floodlights, even.]

Hey, uh... You guys know the game Two Truths and a Lie? Like where somebody says three things and you have to guess which one's the fake one?

Anybody wanna play?

murasamia

[ Maria appears on the screen of the NV without much flourish, forehead wrinkled just slightly by what could be interpreted as either a look of intense concentration or utter confusion. Considering who's making it, it could be both, but she opens her mouth and starts going on and on, answering the question pretty much immediately. ]

Siren's Port! Something really weird happened to me, amigos! You're gonna blow your wigs!

[ her brown eyes focus quite intently on the camera, and as she starts talking, her hands match her words with various little gestures. ]

So the other day when I went to sleep in my bed like normal, I woke up and I was suddenly back in 1933, amigos! Well, not woke up - it's more like I never left! I was just there! And when I was there, I didn't even remember none of this Canada stuff! Crazy, right? [ instead of waiting for an answer, she nods in agreement with herself and continues. ] Anyway, I went and did all the stuff I was supposed to do back there! It was great -- well, parts of it weren't great, but I won in the end, as usual, and I beat up that annoying chica and I kept Tick safe and I cut the sky open and everything -- but I shouldn't talk about it, you know, Mr. Luck gets mad!! Yeah, but I finished that, and then all of a sudden I woke up back here again last night!! My stuff's still here, and I remember it all.

[ finishing up her clearly new and intriguing little tale, she leans back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest and looking quite puzzled. ]

... I've been trying to figure it out, but I hate puzzles that I can't just beat with my swords. But it's really eatin' me, amigos! You don't think this place is some kinda weird dream I'm having, right?

summing_it_up

[From this low angle, Hiccup is sitting on the floor of the apartment. It appears he's been sitting there for quite a while. All of his concentration is being poured out on the toaster that's set in his lap. He stops for a moment.]

Hhhoh great. This is just. Stuck. Jammed. I can't even–

[The toaster is fiddled with, alternating between pushing and shaking the lever loose. After another handful of seconds, he mutters to himself under his breath.]

–And it's not going to budge. Aaaastrid. [He holds the toaster up to his face for better inspection.] We can't keep doing this to Snow's stuff, it was only two steps...!

[Here, his voice trails off.

And he stays in this position for what feels like forever.]

[[OOC: And his powers have just manifested.]]

mirroredmemory

[The NV is in motion! Or sort of, it's wielder is brandishing it in a busy little cafe, and after a little motion photography, the camera picks up on Aqua, sitting on the other side of a table. The voice that speaks, belonging to the owner of the NV, is Xion's.]

Come on Aqua, show them! It's such a pretty blue.

Xion!

[And there is Aqua, wiggling the fingers of her free hand at the camera. They are sporting a pretty pale blue polish with a delicate design in a darker shade.]

It's not blue, you know. It's Cerulean Cream.

[... because in her mind, there is a huge difference. That's what the label of the color had said, after all!

This response is enough to get Xion to giggle, and the camera wobbles a little as a result.]

But it's still blue! And they still look really, really pretty, I'm glad you picked that one and not Mauve Mirage or whatever that purple one was.

[Aqua's grin widens sheepishly as she curls her fingers, examining the swirl of color ... for the five-thousandth time.]

I guess so ...

[Scrunches up one side of her face, as if coming to grips with the concept.]

... Blue is blue.

[Raises her eyebrows at the NV's lens in some mock seriousness.]

Mauve Mirage would have been a huge disaster.

[Oh no, Xion's having a complete giggle breakdown over this and the NV is now on the table. You can just about see the edge of Xion's hand, her own nails painted with bright, bold flowers. Finally she manages to compose herself long enough to pick up her NV again and manages to point the camera at them both.]

So um, just in case anybody was wondering, there's a new nail salon that's opened and they're giving people free samples. Some of the styles are really cute! Me and Aqua just got pulled in to get our nails painted, it was really fun!

Right! I recommend it to anyone who hasn't had one yet.

[Should she say that this is her first manicure? ... Probably not over the NV. It seems like most girls her age do this a lot. It seems like ... this is normal.]

... Um. Recently, I mean.

[Yep, nice save. Smooth.]

It was very fun.

[And kind of painful.]

...just don't let the nail ladies hear you call Cerulean Cream just plain old blue or they'll give you the stink eye!

[They catch each other's eye and for a moment their straight faces quiver before they both burst out laughing as a waitress comes over to take their order and Xion closes off the feed.]

rewritethesky

[It's later in the afternoon. She's tired from school, but something has been bugging her for the past week. Something strange and scary, but she needs to approach the problem head on.

She needs to be brave and do this, in case others are hurting. She only wishes she could trust herself to go on video or that her voice would be level enough to make an audio feed instead of just text.]

Very recently, a friend of mine came to me with a problem. He couldn't remember certain things. They weren't vital, but it was distressing. They were memories that shouldn't have been forgotten. I think there's been someone going around with the ability to changes memories. I don't know if there are any other cases, but there could be. This might be strange, but I have the ability to manipulate memories myself. I changed it back for my friend, so he remembers the correct things now. But I'm worried there are others effected or in the same condition he was in. My name is Namine. If someone finds their memory isn't right, I can try to fix, though I can't promise that I'll be able to help everyone. I will try my best and do what I can. My contact is here if it's needed. I will try to do what I can for others.

((OOC: If anyone from the memory plot wants their memory, fixed before event end, this is your chance. However, due to the nature of her abilities, she might not fix all the people effected unless they have Kingdom Hearts cast CR. If you don't have any, you can try to chat her or others in the KH cast up to make it!))

axetrid

_{[On comes the feed and it seems as if Astrid is in the kitchen, her NV set up on the counter. Behind her is a microwave, door partially open and there seems to be a post-it note stuck to the door. It's a note she's decided to ignore - "Astrid do not touch! - Hiccup" written in runes. Why did she ignore it? Well the empty soup can in her hand seems to be an indication of the reason for defying the note.]}

You know, the future is pretty amazing. Even the simple stuff, or well what most people here would consider simple I guess, it's awesome to me. I mean, you've soup in these 'metal cans'. I'm not going to lie, they're a pain to get open, but it's genius as a way of storing and preserving food. The refrigerator is definitely still my favourite so far though.

_{[Her demeanor soon shifts into a frown, hand gripping the empty can rather tightly.]}

Speaking of pains, whoever burnt down Nibbleheim? If I find out who you are? I'll personally gut you with my axe and display your head on a spike for everyone to see. As we Vikings say, 'A head stuck on a pike no longer conspires.' Now Hiccup and I are out of a job until it's rebuilt, aside from helping the owner with repairs. We need money to live, you rat eating sludge bucket! If I find out who you are? You better pray to the gods you can run faster than me.

_{[That said, the can is set down on the table near her before she glances over her shoulder at the microwave.]}

Oh-! I forgot to close it. That's why it's not working.

_{[And she pushes the door shut, pressing the '2' and then the start button. On goes the microwave with a quiet hum before she turns back.]}

Anyway this thing, the 'microwave', is unbelievable. I mean, you just put in food, push a few buttons and then it's suddenly warm! I've no idea how it works but it can't be that difficult. Hiccup can use it just fine and I'm no idiot-

_{[But she cuts herself short when there's a distinctive crackling of sparks and bzzzzzting coming from inside the microwave. Yes, she left the spoon in the bowl. Guess who doesn't know that you're not supposed to put metal in the microwave? This Viking.]}

AH-! What's happening-?!

_{[It's gotten worse now, as the sparking has turned into little flames inside the microwave. By this time Astrid's completely forgotten about her NV as she shrieks, tugging at her side bangs, whipping her gaze around the kitchen frantically. Grabbing the hand towel she wrenches open the microwave door to pat out the flames and in the process, knocking her bowl of soup out of the way, letting it crash on the floor.]}

SON of a Half-Troll-!