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.)

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