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Who: Mikleo (& Sorey!) and you
Broadcast: Yes
Action: SS Huntress & Iskaulit
When: now! Bam!

( video; morning )

[The communicator glitches itself on with an intrusive beep, displaying the occupied captain's bed of the Huntress, which at this hour is just a pile of blankets and a tousled head of brown hair; there's a bump that indicates another body, but none is visible on the camera. The noise causes a bit of stir, followed by a muffled sneeze and a groan. The sneeze carries with it, oddly, a spark.

A moment later, a glimmer of a small flame licks at the fabric around the shoulder of the brown-haired occupant.

Silence.

And suddenly the blankets jerk upright, and Mikleo's voice comes through--]

Sorey!! Wake up, you're on fire!

Nnnno ‘s just warm...

Wh- seriously!? That's your... ugh, hang on, I'll-

[Mikleo gestures invisibly, summoning water to douse the flames, but it isn't water that comes out. And now the bed is really on fire--]

….AAAAHH!!! What, what!?

AAAH, WHAT?! [Sorey jerks awake and that’s when the camera gets smacked around, tumbling onto the floor for a view of him screaming at the fire and trying to beat it -and something else?- with a pillow.] Fire! Mikleo, fire-!

I know!! I know!!

[CLICK- dead air.]

( action; huntress & iskaulit )

[If you happen to come across Mikleo for the next several days, he's stalking angrily and purposefully around, probably grumbling about the Atroma and their delightful meddling. Instead of the usual blue tinting the tips and curves of his hair, it's a soft auburn, the tips sliding into a gradiant of reds and pinks. He's on the hunt for distractions, and oh, is he ever cranky about his new look.

He's also leaving little spark trails behind himself, still not in control of his new element, so... maybe tell him, so he doesn't set anything important on fire?]

(( mikleo is augment-glitched into a fire seraph! laugh at his pain. both sorey & mikleo may respond to the first part! ))

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[Honestly she's not sure whether to be alarmed or vastly entertained. Can she be both?]

...do get back to me if you haven't burned to death.

[She is more concerned than she sounds, I promise.]

[KATIE PLS]

We didn't burn to death! It was just a small fire!

Alas, such a disappointment! Did you at least toast some marshmallows?

Toast what? What are marshmallows?

[...]

You've never had marshmallows?

[Look, you're both clearly okay. This is way more important than fire.]

I think Sora mentioned them once, a long time ago. Back on that first ocean planet? He talked about s'mores when we had that campfire.

[Sorey hadn't been there for it, though, and they'd only had seafood at the time. Now he's curious about the marshmallows again.]

What! Mikleo, I didn't know that!

Dorothy what are marshmallows?! It's a food, right? Is it like potatoes?

[....SILENCE

This is a travesty. A travesty.]

Well, marshmallows aren't important! What's important is that you're both perfectly fine after that fire, right?

...I'll be over to check on you in just a moment.

[SHE'S BRINGING MARSHMALLOWS.]

[Yeah she's bringing marshmallows isn't she.]

Maybe not perfectly...

[Unless perfectly cranky counts. Oh well, they'll be here.]

Hey Mikleo, I think she's gonna bring us marshmallows. [Sorey will happily try to their their room out by flapping a pillowcase in the direction of the open door. No reason to keep it all smoky in here for folks who gotta breathe.]

[I mean look they're space marshmallows, so they probably come in all kinds of weird shapes. But still, marshmallows at the core!

She'll be by knocking on the door in like half an hour, nose wrinkling at the smell of smoke. Bleh. Sensitive cat nose.]

[What's up, Katie, have a very cranky Mikleo answering the door, with Lucen curled up against his shoulder. Therapy cat is officially on the job. (It's going both ways, though, since said kitten is equally unhappy about all the smoke.)]

So, Sorey thinks you're bringing snacks?

[Katie does indeed have a wrapped bundle tucked loosely in one hand, but she doesn't answer the question. Instead, she just kind of. Stares.]

...you're all sunsets.

[SHOVES FACE PAST MIKLEO] Isn't he beautiful like this, too?! -oh wow, is that the marshmallows? [Mikleo is exceedingly Unhappy about this, but Sorey is going to do his best to look on the bright side, hoping that'll make things suck a little bit less.]

That's one way to describe it, I guess.

[Could be worse, though. Sunsets are pretty.]

You're not supposed to ask her, remember? ...They look like a bit like square meringue.

A glitch, I assume? I've never seen you looking so hot. [Innocently. Still. She has a fair idea about the fire earlier now.

Katie raises the bag and gives it a little shake.] They're like meringues, actually! Only much crunchier. Hard on the teeth.

Ooooh. [Holds out his hands and squeezes the bag when Katie lets him get a closer look.] How weird... They feel like mushrooms, except they go back to the right shape! This is so cool. Thanks so much for bringing these, Dorothy!

[She brought them over to demonstrate s'mores for them, so he just goes ahead and opens a corner of the bag to pull one out and try it.]

...That's... actually really tasty. I think s'mores need crackers, too. Or... something like that?

Well, I'm sure you don't have to make s'mores out of marshmallows. You can toast them over fire or dip them in your cocoa or make little snowmen out of them. But I do know how!

[Hi I'm British and only have a passing knowledge of s'mores. She'll wing it. In the meantime, Katie plucks a marshmallow out between her fingers and holds it out to Sorey.] Give it a try?

[Cautiously takes one. ...squishes it] It's got a powder all over it. This is so weird, it doesn't feel like food. [but he has an adventurous spirit so he just shoves the whole thing in his mouth] Whoa that is so sweet.

[Mikleo reaches in to take another one, cradling it tentatively in both palms.]

...Should, um. Should I...?

[Does he dare try to roast one.]

Do it. [do it do it do it]

[Mikleo stares at it for a long moment, then very tentatively calls upon his artes, trying to heat up his hands. It works! It crisps, it turns brown!

...It's on fire?

Yep, the marshmallow is definitely on fire in his hands now.]

...ah...

[help.]