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[abidan]

... I think I need a hammer.

[ Emery's expression is bright, a little wild-eyed, and that's definitely more a question than it is a statement. He disappears out of the shot for a moment, during which the creak of warping plastic can be heard, before popping back seconds later with his lips pressed together in contrition.

There's a pause. ]

Or maybe a saw?

[ Because this is what you get, Emery, when you cut corners on electrics. This is also what you get when you set up your microwave by the stove. The Welsh lilt to his inflection is hardens and quickens when he's twitchy—it's usually unnoticable, what with having spent his teenage years living in London, but right now?

Well. He may as well be back in Aberystwyth. ]

If anyone has one—or both, actually—and you wouldn't mind letting me borrow them, that'd be great. Really great.

[ A guilty smile touches his mouth. ]

Thanks in advance!

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[comparative_insanity]

[Stop. Blink. Stare and try to process. Pause for heart to sink down to the soles of his shoes and jump a little bit with excitement at the same time.]

Emery? Fuck me with something hard and bearded, it's you! Shit, what are you- Well, I know what you're doing on the network. You've got those numbers too, shit. [A beat.] What are you doing?

video;

[abidan]

Oh — hello Fay.

[ Emery perks up a little and smiles warmly. ]

The numbers. I'm ... still trying to make sense of all that, but I'm actually a bit busy right now.

[ He glances back towards the destructo-zone (read: a warped and melted microwave with his dinner inside it. His dinner). ]

I'm cooking.

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[comparative_insanity]

[There is another beat for him to just... take in what has been said, and what's been shown, and he just.., he's got nothing, Emery.]

You know, sweetiepie, I would never've thought I'd say this, but you're an even worse cook than me. What the hot Hades did you go and put in that oven?

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[abidan]

Nothing!

[ Which he realises makes no sense since he did just say he was cooking. Curse his defensive reflex. ]

I mean, I was only trying to heat up a tin of custard. Leaving the stove on didn't help, mind you ...

[ He wrinkles his nose just a touch. ]

Everything's kind of melted together.

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[comparative_insanity]

[Flatly:]

A tin?

[He doesn't know how to deal with actually having more life skills in this area than anyone, okay?]

Emery, sugar, have I told you lately how much I love you?

[text | phone]

[elfstoned]

I have both, but I'm not sure how helpful they'll be. What happened?

[text | phone]

[abidan]

I destroyed my dinner a bit. Need to get it out of the microwave.

[text | phone]

[elfstoned]

I'm afraid the saw will be too big. You're welcome to the hammer though.

Hello, by the way. You've figured all this out fast. Very impressive.

[text | phone]

[abidan]

I'm a fast learner. That, and people have been giving pretty good demonstrations on how to get it wrong.

Why do you have a giant saw?

[text | phone]

[elfstoned]

You're unfazed by the fact that you've connected to some sort of secret network only accessible through a number in your brain?

[Text]

[shiromadoushi]

What did you do?

[text | phone]

[abidan]

I made a bit of a mistake in the kitchen. There was almost a fire.

[text | phone]

[shiromadoushi]

Somehow I don't think a saw will help something like that...

[text | phone]

[abidan]

But now that the oven door melted and I need to find a way to open it again. Saws are good for that.

[text | phone]

[shiromadoushi]

You don't have anything to just pry it open? There should be a crack. Just wedge a knife in there.

[audio, phone]

[northless]

Emery? Oh, hey. No, I haven't got a hammer or a saw, but I think I could swing by the hardware store.

[Well, at least someone's figured out the network.]

[audio | phone]

[abidan]

[ Stalking has its benefits, okay? Still, it's good to hear Robb's voice, even if it's a bit of a shame that it means he's wrapped up in this whole debacle too. ]

Robb? Too late—someone came up with a better idea. A much better idea.

[ A pause. ]

Although ... since we're both over twenty and hammerless, maybe we should take a trip to the hardware place anyway?

[audio | phone]

[northless]

[It's just as good to hear Emery's voice, because he barely knows most of the people around the network, save for his old teacher. And--oh, yeah. He's been needing to do a few repairs, plus something for Ice to sleep in.]

Mm, sounds like a good idea. You never know when you'll need a hammer.

[audio | phone]

[abidan]

I always need a hammer. I just didn't realise it until earlier on.

[ There's a thoughtful pause. ]

Are you busy this afternoon? I might be in the mood for company. And ... um. I might need someone to help me fix my kitchen.

[video]

[threadspell]

[Sandra appears to be in a single dorm room, which admittedly looks much more pricey than dorm rooms usually are. She's also giggling, and looking rather amused at Emery's predicament. It certainly makes a nice chance from all of the doom and gloom they've had so far!]

A hammer or a saw? Should you ve allowed to wield such implements, sir?

[video]

[abidan]

I think so? I mean, I don't see why I wouldn't be ...

[ His eyebrows lift a little way—he doesn't quite believe what he's about to say. ]

What's the worst that could happen?

[video]

[threadspell]

Well, you do seem to be just a little bit frazzled. And you don't usually use a saw and a hammer to do the same things.

[She giggles again] You've done it now!

[video]

[abidan]

Not usually, but that's all part of the fun. Kind of. Maybe?

[ Her laughter is infectious; Emery finds himself grinning too. ]

I think you might be right this time.

[ audio; cellphone ]

[secondcomingof]

[ Casval wouldn't ordinarily respond to this sort of thing, but... ]

...Welsh?

[ Hello, fellow member from across the pond. Have a smoothly British intonation, fine London stock, to match up with your twitchy little tone. ]

[ audio; cellphone ]

[abidan]

You're from Britain?

[ Because usually people just tend to ask him where on earth he's from. There's also the give-away British accent, of course, which is.

Well.

Give-away. His own tone is light and curious; ]

I'm Welsh, but I lived in London for a few years too.