Third Floor Common Room: Wednesday Afternoon

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Anyone entering the common room at this time will notice that Dor is having an intensive conversation with the microwave.

"So... it's not magic?" Dor asked looking somewhat confused.

"What's the problem?" the microwave responded. "It's pretty simple. I have magnetron tube that sends out microwave radiation to heat water and other polarized molecules within food."

Dor just started at the microwave not understanding one word that it said.

"Okay. Fine. It's kind of like magic," the microwave said with a weary sigh.

Dor's befuddled expression showed that he still didn't understand what was going on.

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[swipedthatfoot.livejournal.com]

After her sex ed class, Claire was starving for some strange reason. She went into the common room in search of food.

And stared for a long moment at the boy talking to the microwave.

"Do they all talk back in 2008?" she ventured. That seemed like something Jen could have maybe mentioned.

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"Nope! Just me!" The microwave chirped. "I'm special."

"No you aren't," Dor said as he rolled his eyes a bit. "I'm the one who makes you talk."

"Aw, Phooey," the microwaved groused. "You're no fun."

"I guess not," Dor said with a shrug and turned to wave at the girl. "Hi. I'm Dor."

[swipedthatfoot.livejournal.com]

"Claire," Claire returned, looking a little weirded out but very intrigued. "So you're some kind of witch with small appliances?"

[stupid-toasters.livejournal.com]

Lee nodded at the unfamiliar girl. He could do polite. That was easy.

[swipedthatfoot.livejournal.com]

Polite was fine. Claire could do it, too.

"Hi," Claire said. "Are you used to talking microwaves yet?"

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"This place is never boring," Lee said, having come in during the last few word's of the microwave's statement. "Is it?"

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"Well I haven't been bored yet," Dor replied with a nod. "I've seen a place that does so much with so little magic before."

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"It doesn't take much magic in a place like this," he said, half smiling at Dor. "Not that I know or anything. I'm not magic at all. I just watch others do it."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Jack was wandering around, looking for food. Or, more precisely, looking for food that someone else had cooked that they had leftovers of.

"Huh. The one on the second floor never talked."

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"That's because it doesn't," Dor explained. "I have a magic talent that does it."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"Oh. One of those," Jack said, giving the microwave the stinkeye. "Seems like everyone here has a magic talent or something. Huh. Hi. I'm Jack Burton," he said, sticking his hand out for shaking.

[unddann]

Lola really wasn't lost this time. She really was just exploring.

She watched Dor for a moment. "Do all of the microwaves speak, or is it only on this floor?"

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"Actually it's something I do," Dor explained. "I can make inanimate objects talk."

"It's actually kind of cool if you think about it," the refrigerator chimed in.

[unddann]

Lola's eyes slid sideways to stare at the refrigerator for a moment. "That is . . . an interesting ability. You must be very popular at parties."

[stupid-toasters.livejournal.com]

Another unfamiliar face meant another wave from Lee. This being social thing wasn't so hard if he focused.

[unddann]

Lola waved back and offered a small smile.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad gave Lola a nod when he spotted her. "Lola."

[unddann]

Lola flashed Chad a smile. "Chad, ja?"

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

In the search for some food, Chad tilted his head at the new kid talking to the microwave. He would..uhh, hate to interrupt a conversation, but...

"Hi," he offered, lifitng a hand.

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"Hi," Dor said with a cheerful wave. "Sorry, am I in the way?"

"Yes," the microwave said in a snotty tone. "He obviously needs to warm something up."

"He could use me," the stove chimed in.

"He needs to get food out of me first," the refrigerator sang out.

Dor gave Chad a befuddled look and shrugged. "I'm Dor," he said a little lamely.

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Chad...stared a little, and then he shook his head. After all, talking appliances weren't really that surprising for him anymore. It was more for the fact that he now felt really awkward taking something out of something that talked, only to then go and put something in something else that talked that wasn't, you know, his boyfriend.

"...Uhh, I'm Chad," he offered, holding his hand to Dor. "Nice to meet you."

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Claire looked at Chad for a moment. It was hard to miss someone that tall. "Were you playing guitar at the picnic?" she asked. "Sorry if that was a really random question."

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There was the faintest hint of a smile at the question, and Chad nodded. "That's right. And don't apologize. It's nice of you that you noticed."

[therhimineecat.livejournal.com]

Seregil happened to be walking by and stuck his head in when he heard voices. "I wasn't aware that they spoke."

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"It's the kid," the sink replied. "He makes it happen."

"It's my magic talent," Dor explained.