[audio] @vegemight; bad life choice brigade rides again [open]

[magnitudes]

Okay, okay. Okay.

( There’s a sound in the background, probably recognisable to most as a microwave. There’s another sound that might be recognisable to some by now: Sarissa being a little drunk. )

So, tragedy: wet clothes. Disaster, right? I was thinking, I can’t put ‘em in a dryer, ‘cause they’ll shrink. And I can’t put ‘em on a line out in the sun, because this place is a big fuck you to that whole concept, I bet, even in summer.

Problem solved, though. I’m on it.

( She is not, in fact, on it. In fact, though it cannot be seen by the listener or Sarissa, her clothes are starting to smoke, rather than steam. ) Anyways, I was telling Molly about how handy microwaves are, and then I thought: hey. Extra problem solving.

(Off-screen, Molly says:) Uh, Sarissa? Is there supposed to be this much smoke?

Ain’t smoke, mate. It’s steam. ( She’ll be right. There’s a long pause, and then— ) oh motherfuck!

Comments

un: mollymauk

[mollymocked]

She made it seem so logical. Fortunately, I'm resistant to fire. The Invincible will survive, but now our room smells like burning fabric and smoke.

[necromantiae]

A microwave is for food, not for clothes! Your room is going to smell like that for awhile.

( how lucky for the both of you. )

[mollymocked]

[the most tragic of sounds.]

I'm going back to cooking food over an open flame. You can trust an open flame.

[necromantiae]

You can. You can also dry clothes on an open flame if you don't hang them too close.

( leave the microwave alone unless you're gonna cook a hot pocket! )

[mollymocked]

Sarissa doesn't seem to like doing things the easy way. I like that about her.

[necromantiae]

I'm sure she keeps things exciting but I would rather the whole building not burn down. It would probably be messy.

( and someone would have to rebuild it and that's tiresome. )

[mollymocked]

That's fair. There's only so many places we can stay, after all. If we lose this place, we're all camping in the cold.

[necromantiae]

And if we're camping in the cold, someone better be cuddling me.

( it's the only way he'd allow it to happen. )

[mollymocked]

What kind of fool camps in the cold without snuggling?

[necromantiae]

A fool with someone to snuggle.

( that's who. )