Jackalope, Campire, Wednesday Morning

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan had gotten up again, a few hours after the naked mutiny, and discovered that the electricity was absent. Including the electricity that powered the hot water heater. He fiddled around a bit in the bathroom before grabbing the electric kettle from the living room (completely missing the fact that there was a plain, metal one as well), filling it, and taking it out to the campfire, where he spoke six words to it that set it whistling in a matter of seconds. He made his tea, and sat back enjoying the morning sunlight.

"I love wizardry," he said.

There was a sign on the bathroom door that said:

Power's out, but I've talked to the
showerheads so we've got hot water.
-Ronan



(ooc: open. feel free to wander by and marvel at the mysteriously boiling electric kettle.)

Comments

[cordy-80.livejournal.com]

Cordelia laughed for the first time all morning. "Someone tried to soul you? Harsh. Xander? Or Willow? Or Buffy?"

[socksofcool.livejournal.com]

"Long story," Seely said. "You know Buffy?"

[cordy-80.livejournal.com]

Cordelia nodded. "Yes. She was the new girl at Sunnydale High, I tried to be her friend, but then she almost staked me one night, so I let her continue on her spiral of downward mobility."

She crinkled her nose.

[socksofcool.livejournal.com]

Seely frowned. "I'm pretty sure Buffy's never been to any place called Sunnydale."

[cordy-80.livejournal.com]

"The Buffy I know has," Cordy answered resolutely. "But apparently, this is some other version of her."

[socksofcool.livejournal.com]

"I was going to say, Head Cheerleader isn't exactly downward mobility."