Third Floor Common Room / January 16 / Morning

[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

Azula with her left cheek stinging woke to the cold. It was cold and dark and when she attempted to open the light fixtures no light came on. Azula went out to investigate. The outside world was blanketed in snow, she moved to the common room and found a fireplace. A surprise since there was none before. There was, Azula concluded, no use questioning it. The island turned her into a man, providing a fireplace was nothing to its incomprehensible magic.

She walked to the fireplace and with a flick of her hand ignited the logs.

The fire burned blue until she was satisfied the room was as warm as she wanted. Azula smirked, perfect. She released the fire and the blue flames faded into the normal weak orange color.

She prepared tea and after steeping the tea Azula sat down and drank. She could tell this was going to be a strange day.



(Open!)

Comments

[knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com]

Chuck would agree. Strange, strange day. Normally, he really wouldn't be up this early on a weekend, but it was freezing, and something like that would wake anyone. Even sent him in search of other people to share this with, except... It wasn't freezing in here.

"Heat!" Very astute, Chuck.

[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

"How observant of you," Azula remarked.

[knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com]

"... Was there a fireplace there before?" Pretty sure he hadn't been imagining it's absence, but-- Worth checking.

[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

"It's always been here," she replied, completely straight faced. She provided the heat, Azula figured she was entitled to a little fun.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"Food as well," said a boy near the fire who... probably should have second degree burns on his hands considering the fact that he was holding a pan of hotcakes and bacon right in the fire, but magic was useful like that.

"Would you like some breakfast?"

[knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com]

Yeah, Chuck was just going to stare for a minute there. Breakfast comment later, first came a, "Doesn't that hurt?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He shook his head.

"It's a charm. Keeps it from burning me. I certainly wouldn't be doing this otherwise. But would you like some breakfast?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

Liir had figured out the moment he woke up in his room that something was different. The room had been cold, dark...

It had felt almost like home, as pathetic as that sounded.

A quick look out his window had confirmed his suspicions and taking Makejoy for her walk had cinched things thoroughly: they were once more in the midst of a 'blackout' and the fireplaces were back. He couldn't say he was happy about this turn of events, as there was a certain amount of ease that the modern conveniences he'd grown used to provided, but he wasn't nearly as dismayed as he could have been. Instead, he was thankful that his small store of water would prove useful and, Makejoy padding behind him, he decided to be just the same upon returning.

That was why he brought out a few supplies and started preparing pancakes over the fire. It might look as if he'd be burned, but the trick to reaching into a fire was one of the first little bits of magic Glinda had taught him. That didn't mean it didn't look odd.

As he didn't much know Azula, he gave her a nod and a faint smile before holding up the first pan of food.

"Would you care for some breakfast?"

[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

"I'd care for some," Azula said, she had been watching him cook the scent of food caught her interest quickly but he did something with the fire and that interested Azula more. "Did you do something with the fire?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He shrugged.

"Not sure if I do it to the fire or to me," he admitted, hand cheerfully sticking right in the flames to finish off the pancakes and bacon.

The magic Glinda had taught him worked differently from what he'd learned on his own, but he seemed to be able to do both and so he didn't think on it too hard. Well, no more hard than he thought on anything.

"Could you bring a plate over? I forgot that one small detail."

[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

Azula wasn't partial to being ordered around, not by anyone not her father but she could make adjustments, especially if, in the end, it would benefit her. She took the plate and passed it to him.

"Is it magic or an ability?"

[glacial_queen]

Karla came in, accompanied by a small flotilla of floating globes of witchlight. "Kiss kiss!" she called, poking her head in. "Oh, it's lovely warm in here--" she started, before catching a glimpse of Azula.

Immediately, her eyes narrowed. "You," she said, pointing. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

Azula sipped her tea and raised her eyebrow, "Absolutely nothing." Her cheek throbbed slightly, "Well, almost nothing."

[glacial_queen]

"Beyond irreparable idiocy, you mean?" Karla snapped, coming further into the room. "I'm trying to decide if your issues stem from sheer incompetence, a lack of oxygen in your infancy, or pride so large it interferes with proper brain functions!"

[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

"And so early in the morning too," Azula murmured. The ranting reminded her so much of Zuzu. It was quite nostalgic. "I'm sure you have a number of insults in your arsenal but I've no clue what you're referring to. Maybe you should elaborate and stop frothing in the mouth?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"Breakfast?" came the question from near the fire itself. You know, when there wasn't murderous rage going on.

[glacial_queen]

"Please," Karla said, as if she hadn't been nearly shaking with rage mere moments ago. "I'm starving. Craft and idiots always take a lot out of me."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He gave her a pleasant smile and tossed a bit more bacon onto the pan and laddled on more pancake mix.

"Happy to assist then. How've you been, Karla? It seems like ages."

[bitchprince]

So there was a common room with a boy and three quarreling women (well, all right, one of them was Liir, and he wasn't really quarreling, but he was practically a woman anyway and Arthur didn't feel the least bit interested in figuring out whether or not that assumption was true) and Arthur was looking for some food to take back to his room for the day.

While all the quarreling went on and Liir did his thing with the fire and Chuck did... whatever Chuck did, Arthur strode purposefully (but stealthily) into the room, yanked open a cupboard, shoved its entire contents into a bag, turned on his heel, and fled left the room in a dignified huff.

It was, as they say, entirely too cold for any kind of nonsense.

(He was going to regret not looking in the cupboard later.)

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Jack was wearing far too many layers of clothing today, including a poncho that looked like it started life off as a rug. But, he had to eat, and this common room smelled the most like food, so here he was.

At least it was warmer than his room.

[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

Azula noted Jack entering the room with a lift of an eyebrow.

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco was a California boy through and through. "Why is it so cold?" He asked in a whinny tone as he came into the common room.

[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

"It's not so cold here."

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco looked at her like she was insane. "Are you from a planet where cold is hot?"

[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

"I'm from a world where hot is hot and cold is cold. And where I can do this." Even if she were far away, she easily took control of the fire in the fireplace and channeled a little more intensity into the flames, once again turning the flames blue as she amped up the heat.