001 // @strange.magic: video

[suckstobestrange]

Consider this a little public service announcement, and my good deed for the day.

[At first it’s just Stephen Strange, looking even more like a magic hobo than he usually does, before he moves the feed to focus on a mini-fridge sitting in the corner of the communal kitchens and wouldn’t be anything to comment on if not for the heavy chains wrapped around it keeping the door shut, or the padlock that really looked like overkill.]

If you see this fridge here, missing its padlock or even worse open and I’m not already there dealing with it? I recommend either finding me, or a flamethrower immediately.

[The mini-fridge, which had been sitting quietly until this point started to shake, the sound of something inside smacking against the door making the chains around it rattle. Stephen came into view just long enough to smack the top of the fridge with the handle of a broom which seemed to startle whatever was inside into silence again.]

It should be in the floor 5 kitchen so if it’s not, even if it’s still locked, you’re going to want to come get me and I’ll deal with it.

And if you value your continued good health don’t eat anything that comes out of this thing.

Comments

[burntbridges]

Groceries? What... are those?

[suckstobestrange]

It's... kind of a short-hand term for things you buy for meals.

[burntbridges]

Oh... I've never had to buy anything for meals.

[She's turned a bit pink from embarrassment.]

What did you buy that's still... moving in there?

[suckstobestrange]

It's quite alright, sometimes it's good for me to remember not all slang is universal.

My food is... it's generally better-advised to keep live. Some generally unpleasant things unfortunately, hence the separate storage.

[burntbridges]

[Well that definitely catches her interest.]

What do you eat?

[suckstobestrange]

My diet consists of some creatures only found in dimensions neighboring my own home dimension. Unpleasant things to be quite honest, both in appearance and taste.

[burntbridges]

Could I see one? Or would that be too dangerous?

[suckstobestrange]

I don't see why not. I need to pull one for a meal anyways, I could show it to you safely enough.

[He'll set the phone on the counter, propped so he has hands free, rummaging through the drawers until he finds a pair of tongs and a heavy-looking pan.]

It'll be just a moment.

[Disappearing from view, she can hear the clink of chains, the small fridge opening, followed by several low curses and the splat of the pan being used to smack something that let out a frankly unpleasant sounding screech. A little more of a scuffle as the fridge was closed and chains replaced before he was coming back with a deeply unpleasant-looking mass of tentacles and eyes thrashing around in the grip of the tongs.]

They get more unpleasant. And larger.

[burntbridges]

I think it looks cute.

[In its own weird little way... well, Letha's family is known for their singular taste in aesthetics.]

What does it taste like?

[suckstobestrange]

[He pauses at that, taking a look at the creature before letting out a considering hum.]

I suppose it could be cute. They unfortunately all seem to taste like some form of war crime being committed on my taste buds.

[burntbridges]

How unfortunate... if I knew how I'd like to help, but I suppose you know more about them than I do. And I know nothing about cooking.

[suckstobestrange]

The sentiment is appreciated. I've a companion setting his mind to trying to improve the flavor, so if I'm especially lucky he might manage it.