First Ax [@the.boneless, video]

[ragnarsson]

[It's clear whoever is using this device is unused to it. The picture shifts around for a few minutes, and Ivar's face furrowed in concentration is seen several times before he finally realizes that it's on. He's sixteen, has blue eyes, and oddly enough, blue sclera as well. There's also an ax tucked at his side. He points the phone he's using outward, showing that he's in the kitchen, seated on a chair. His voice, when he speaks, has a vaguely European accent.] I have figured out what these do.

[He shows in turn the fridge, the sink, and the stove. The last one had caused a few burnt fingers, but hey, he'll survive.] But I still have no idea what this does. [He turns the device to the microwave. He's been playing around with the buttons, and while he's been able to turn it on, he hasn't yet realized food is supposed to go inside of it.] Anyone care to enlighten me?

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@champion; video

[detia]

[There are so many people from such completely different worlds that they don't have... microwaves? That's pretty wild to Adam, but all right. He can roll with this.]

It's called a microwave. You put cold food in it, put it on for a couple minutes, and it warms up your food. Gotta be careful with it, though. Don't put any metal in it, and read any instructions you might get with your food.

[ragnarsson]

I'm guessing the buttons control it?

[He's figured out how to get it on, but he's still unsure of what they all do, being unable to read.]

How does it work?

[detia]

Yeah. The ones to pay attention to are the timer and the start stop button. The rest is usually pointless. You might want to check drawers around the microwave, too, might find the user manual.

[Adam, sadly, gives him the most awkward shrug in the world.]

If you're asking about the science behind it, I'm not your guy.

[ragnarsson]

That won't do any good. I can't read.

[Not that unusual among Vikings. They had no need to write anything down since everything was passed down orally.]

So you know how to work something without fully knowing how it works? [Tsk. That sounds like ignorance to him.]

[detia]

Huh.

[No, Adam, don't judge, you can't judge considering what you don't know how to do.]

Do you know how this device you're using to talk to me works? [Please.]

@R.Greenhilt: Video

[greatcleavage]

[Roy feels faintly guilty for entering the conversation without having an answer, but...] I apologize for not having an answer for your question. If you find out, can you pass the information along?

[ragnarsson]

I will.

[He's glad he's not the only one that doesn't know how everything works around here.]

At least it only makes noise. That one-- [He swivels the video to point at the stove.] --makes fire. [He got a few burnt fingers experimenting with it. Oh well. He'll just lick them till they feel better.]

[greatcleavage]

It's like stove and an oven combined, except heated and ignited by some nonmagical, inobvious mechanism. [Roy is intelligent enough to have deduced this much, based on shape and size and some results of his own experimentation.] Clearly what my world would take as reasonably rare magical advancement, this world takes as more common in these devices. I'd say they are of gnomish make, but I haven't seen any gnomes here.

[ragnarsson]

Hmmm. Maybe I should take it apart. [Ivar's not stupid, just woefully out of his time period. The best way to learn things is by getting hands-on with them. It looks complicated, but once it's broken down, maybe he'll understand it better.] Maybe dwarves made it. [Not joking. If they could make a magical hammer for a god that shrinks down and can be summoned from nowhere, a microwave wasn't out of the realm of possibilities.]

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[ikols]

[ The kitchen of Communal Floor Five is where Loki spends the better amount of time when he's in the apartment, preferring to distract himself making Midgardian meals as opposed to bunking with a handful of Avengers. So, when he walks in and finds a new face vlogging their adventures, he waits in the doorway with folded arms until they finish.

Today he wears a hoodie and worn jeans, minus any of the Asgardian accoutrements that seem to ignite Stark's temper upon sight. Just a tall, lean man, with the greenest of eyes, and when he speaks the accent heard is not unlike Ivar's. ]

If you break that, you can steal another from one of the other floors in this building.

[ragnarsson]

[It's the accent that makes Ivar look up first. This man sounds like he could be from home. His sharp eyes take in his manner of dress, the same as some of the others on this floor.]

Good point.

[So he yanks the cord out of the wall and promptly pulls out a knife from his boot, sticking it in the back of the microwave to pry it open. He leans forward on the chair he's in, the tips of his useless feet brushing the ground. His curiosity has been peaked and he wants to figure out how it works.]

Where are you from? [Not what his name is. Ivar is more interested in how people seem to be from different areas and realms he's never even heard of before.]

[ikols]

[ Strolling over to a drawer filled not with knives and forks but random bits, he ferrets inside to find a screwdriver. Back beside the boy, Loki slots the end of the tool into a screw and gives it a twist to show how it works, putting it down on the table for him to use as he pleases. Is he encouraging bad behaviour? No, Loki is helping to stimulate a curious mind! ]

I'm not sure anymore, my mother kicked me out. [ He investigates what's going in the fridge, finding a pot of ice cream that belongs to Stark. That'll do as he grabs a spoon, hopping up on a counter to sit there and plunder his snack. ] Does it count as your home if no one wants you to stay?

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar watches Loki work the tool for a moment before slotting it into the next screw. That'll work a lot faster than the knife. He starts taking off all the screws, setting them down next to the microwave. He does have some hope he'll be able to put this back together once his curiosity is satisfied.]

Thank you.

[He considers the question carefully before answering.]

I think it counts if you're the one who wants to stay. But then I've never cared much of what other people thought.

[Mainly because other people either pitied or underestimated him. Ivar never had much use for those in either category.]

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[bespredel]

Stick a couple forks in it and press some of the numbers and find out.

[ Yuri cocks his head back, his eyes hard and almost vicious looking as he gazed at his phone, his lip curling back, just a little. He has to get his entertainment somewhere, right? ]

[ragnarsson]

[Hmmm, now there is an idea. But Ivar has four older brothers who have delighted before in messing with him, so he's going to take that suggestion with a grain of salt.]

And what will that do?

[bespredel]

It transfers the energies through the metal and makes it spark. It's like a pocket sized fire. [ And look, Yuri isn't even lying to him. He just doesn't say how bad an idea said fire could be. Mostly, he just wants to see if he can convince the other to actually do it. ]

[ragnarsson]

Sounds interesting. [Now his curiosities are perked. He leans over and starts rummaging through the drawers for some silverware. He holds up three forks and a spoon.] Is that enough?

voice; (@ellie)

[pundemic]

[Other people have replied, but Ellie's not much for eavesdropping so she just sort of glosses it over and goes for the important question:]

Any luck with the microwave?

[ragnarsson]

I took it apart.

[Ivar uses the video to show off the bits he's now got scattered around the table. Alas, he's still clueless on what makes it all work.]

[pundemic]

[Ellie sort of... vaguely knows a little about appliances and the like. Radio repair is one of the things they teach at prep school, and sometimes they learned on other things. It's not like she's some sort of genius that can disassemble something and put it back together again, but she at the very least knows the heart and soul of the basics, and she grimaces when she sees the pieces strewn about.]

Um... looks great. Do you think you'll be able to get it working again?

[She has no idea when this dude is from. Could be the past (she's never heard his accent before) or some sort of ruined 'future' like her, relative to the rest of the people she's met. Either would explain not really having a grasp on things like stoves and microwaves.]

[ragnarsson]

Don't know. Probably not.

[He's no expert, but he's fairly certain the wires are supposed to stay inside the machine instead of being ripped out. Oh well. Too late to worry about that now. It's more ignorance that caused his actions than stupidity. Once Ivar gets more used to the tech, he'll be less destructive and more productive.]

I assume you're used to such devices where you're from.

voice | willnotben

[barksnark]

Whatever they tell you, don't put anything alive inside.

Or cellphones. Or CDs. Or ketchup. Don't you ruin that ketchup.

[ragnarsson]

Considering I don't know what any of that is, I don't think you need to be worried.

[Actually, all things considered, he should be even more worried. Ivar has a tendency to experiment to learn about new things. At this rate, he's might just start tossing random objects in there to see what will happen.]

Alright, so what is supposed to go in here? Food?

[barksnark]

See, that's the problem. Don't know what it is? Don't put it in the microwave. Do you know what it is but can't say you're absolutely sure it won't explode? Don't put it in the microwave. Absolutely sure it's totally fine to put a baby turtle in there? Guess what, no, it's not.

Long story short, just don't put anything in there. Not without asking me first. I got you, man.

... But yes, food should be fine.

[ragnarsson]

I'll keep that in mind. Everyone keeps saying to read the directions for things to stick in there, which would be more helpful if I could read.

[As it is, he'll just be experimenting until something explodes or he decides to take it apart for kicks.]

Why did you put a baby turtle inside there? That sounds just mean to do to a living animal.

[Yes, the sixteen year old who would be considered a serial killer by modern standards is chastising someone over hypothetical cruelty to animals.]