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Jackalope, Campire, Wednesday Morning

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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Cordelia woke up in an excellent mood. She'd made a few friends, had a good night's sleep, and even better, had secured a date. Granted, it was a Thursday night date, and not a Saturday night date, but this place was already screwy enough, so she supposed that it didn't really matter.

She grabbed her things and headed to the shower. Once she saw the note her mysterious cabinmate had left, she was, for once, thankful for magic.

Buffy was on her third campfire of the morning and was starting to give up. "Hi, um... New person! Do you guys have hot water? For a shower, not for tea. I've already had tea." She paused. "I'm Buffy. Hi."

John emerged from the cabin, clean and refreshed from his hot shower. "Ronan! Haven't seen ya around, buddy!" John said cheerfully. "And thanks for the hot water. I'm really liking this magic stuff."

Ronan smiled a bit, amused by her ebulliency. "Hi, yeah. Our power's out, too, but I talked to the showerheads, so they're giving us hot water anyway." He paused, and it was totally not in a sarcastic way. Which is rare, for Ronan. "I'm Ronan."

Ronan waved at John, and shrugged. "I've been ~~hiding out in my alcove~~ busy." He smiled a bit. "And it's wizardry, not magic. There's a difference."

"...You talked to the showerheads?" Buffy blinked. That was weird, even to her. "Are they alive today? Is THAT why there isn't any hot water? Are they on strike?"

"Hm? Oh, no," Ronan said. "I'm a wizard. It means... well, where I come from anyway, it means that I have the ability to talk to anything in the language that it understands. Like this." He looked back at the kettle and spoke to it again, making it once more whistle with boiling water. He'd finished his first cup of tea anyway, and set about making himself another. "The showerheads, like the kettle, have a memory of what it feels like to have hot water running through them, so I just tell them to... remember a little more strongly."

(OOC: Buffy'd be able to understand what he said to the kettle -- ANYTHING can understand the Speech -- but being... not entirely normal herself, she might pick up that it's not English she's hearing?)

"Err, sorry. Listen, I'm meeting a friend at Caritas tonight, do you wanna come along and watch me make a fool outta myself singing?" John was worried it sounded like a plea rather than a simple invite. He just wasn't sure if meeting Annette at Caritas was a date or just hanging out. Always best to bring backup - and it meant socializing Ronan. Very big plus to his plan.

Buffy tilted her head. "Huh. Can anyone learn that? That's be really handy!" The way he spoke to the kettle reminded her a little of talking to Aeryn. She heard the English but it was like that wasn't what was being spoken. Weird. "Hey, are you an alien?"

"Only to America. Well. And this version of Earth, I think." He shrugged. "I'm from Ireland. County Wicklow."

He considered her other question for a moment. "And... yeah, everyone can learn to speak the Speech. In my universe, there are a lot of planets that use it as a lingua franca. And a friend of mine - Carmela? You might know her, she goes here, too - learned it, too, and has been going around talking the television into installing a worldgate in her closet. Not everyone can be a wizard, though. You kinda get... picked. And then given the choice. The difference, I guess, is that someone like Carmela can ask something or someone to do something. So she could ask the showerheads for hot water, or for her drink to cool down. A wizard, though, like me? We get to talk to the universe itself, and make things happen."

Ronan smiled slightly. It was a highly amused smile, as slight as it was. "You might convince me," he said. "I've been hearing interesting things about this Caritas. You're the second person who's asked me to go along."

"Is it difficult to learn?" Buffy asked, fascinated. Considering her normal language skills when it came to foreign languages ~~and English, according to some people~~ the answer was probably yes. "I don't think I've met anyone called Carmela yet."

Obviously I'm not the only one who wonders what you'd sing. John put on his best trust me face.

"Trust me that it will be fun. Lots of attractive people attempting to sing along to really bad music," John grinned, "Did I mention there would be alcohol involved? Maybe we can get Carmela to come too."

Ronan shrugged. "It... can be? Wizards kinda get a free pass at the basics, and Carmela... just sort of picked it up. But I've not actually met any other humans who've taken the time to try, and everyone considers Carmela a 'special case', anyway." He smirked. "In more ways than one."

No matter how good his best was, John's trust me face couldn't possibly be as good as the Lone Power's. So Ronan kinda rolled his eyes a bit and went with it anyway, because, hey, not the Lone Power (he didn't think), and thus not quite as likely to be inviting him into something that would involve the destruction of the universe.

He hoped.

Although the mention of Carmela gave him pause.

"You've met Carmela, then? Might be interesting to have her along ~~because she's totally going to glitterbomb us if she comes~~." Ronan asked. "And as long as they've got Guinness, I'll be good."

"Oh." Buffy considered that, then shrugged and gave Ronan her cutest smile. "Sooo... could you come talk to our showerheads?"

Ronan smiled back, equally cute. "Certainly." He ~~handwavily, because I can't type dialect to save my life~~ dialed up the Irish lilt as high as it could go. "Anything to help a lovely lady such as yourself."

Cordelia emerged from the shower to find that there was no breakfast in the cabin, nor was their coffee.

So much for pretty boys and their promises. Typical, she thought to herself.

Stepping out of the cabin, she smiled and waved at John and a guy she hadn't met...who was smiling at Buffy Summers.

"Oh, no. First Rosenburg and now you?"

Oooh accent! How dreamy! Buffy beamed and bounced a little. "Awesome! I'm in Curupira, over there." She pointed. "I've really had my morning shower," she said, sighing. "But I was thinking of working out later so hot water would be good. I mean, who knows if the powers that be are even thinking of turning it back on?"

ooc: I can code. Really!

Buffy's eyebrows went up and she turned to frown at Cordelia. "What? You again? "

Lilt still on max, Ronan took Buffy's hand and lifted it to his mouth where he kissed it gently. "I'll be sure to head over and fix the shower, then," he said, "at some point this morning, in case the... powers that be do not deign to make the necessary repairs in time for you to cleanse yourself after your workout."

Buffy, meet Sir Gallant McGallantyPants. If only Carmela could see him now.

Ronan turned to the newcomer; as she'd emerged from Jackalope, he assumed that he she must be one of the cabinmates he'd not yet met. "Good morning," he said, smiling softly. "I'm Ronan. I don't believe I've yet had the pleasure?"

Seely handn't gone back to bed after Hades had discovered the mutiny, so he was surprisingly awake (and significantly less naked) when he wandered by. "Morning."

"Good morning," Ronan said. "Tea?"

"Thanks," Seely said with a smile. "But I'm more of a coffee man."

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