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[Ivar's improving on using the video function. This time, he gets it on the first try. His voice is just a little above a whisper and he's looking off to the side at something just beyond the camera. The background shows he's in the forest beyond the city.]

Does anyone know where I can find a fire-proof bridle?

[The question seems a bit of a non-sequitur until he turns the camera to the side. There's a Ponyta standing not too far off. Ivar's been trying to get it closer all afternoon. It's taken a lot of patience, but now it's only about ten feet away. Its diamond-shaped eyes narrow as it watches the Viking and the Pokemon tosses its head, too suspicious to come any closer.]

Come on. I won't hurt you. Just a little further. Come on.

[For someone who usually keeps everyone at arm's length with a combination of sarcasm and toughness, he sounds far more gentle than usual. It seems to be working, as the Ponyta takes a hesitant step forward, ears pricked forward in anticipation. Ivar's face is a combination of wonder and awe. He's about ten seconds away from completely freaking out. This creature looks like something from an old legend, a horse with a mane and tail of fire. This qualifies as the coolest thing he's seen since he came to the city.]
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Hello everyone! I hate to bother, but I thought I might share some exciting news with you all.

[This is a blatant lie, as everyone who's met her knows - she loves to bother. But that's not the point.]

First of all - I took the time to talk to a doctor about my child, and everything seems to be fine with her. It's a girl! I haven't thought of a name for her yet, but perhaps some of you have suggestions. A family name didn't seem appropriate seeing as... I have no intention to see my family again, nor bring any of them here.

[With the obvious exceptions, she guesses.]

Second thing... Here, Walter, come in here.

THIS IS THE GROSS PART basically Walter is a skeleton. )

This is Walter! [She seems perfectly happy to refer to him as though he's a living person, and has propped him up so he can sit next to her while she continues to speak. She even picked his hand up to make him wave when she introduced him.] I found him outside of the perimeter while everyone was handling those monsters... and we ran into a bit of trouble, but I was able to get him back to the communal hall in one piece. Mostly.

Now, it's been brought to my attention that some people come from worlds where necromancers don't exist or are frowned upon. I'd like to assure everyone that while I am a necromancer, my magic is only used for good. It can be extremely dangerous, but I've become very attached to many people I met here so I'm taking extra precautions not to take any risks with it. And, well, I very much like to stay alive as well. So there is that.

For those of you from worlds that don't have necromancy, I suppose the easiest explanation is that I can speak to the dead. I can make them move too, but not both at the same time and I thought it might be better to talk to Walter rather than- yes yes, I'm getting to it. I told you I would.

[She's addressing Walter, who has not made a single noise as far as anyone else will be able to tell. She clears her throat.]

I made this.. video.. [still a weird word] to give people the chance to ask me anything they might need to know about necromancy and the dead and... Walter agreed to answer questions about himself as well - seeing as he is a native of the Quarantine, he can give us more information about it and what's outside of it. [She may or may not have bullied him into it, but Walter can't communicate with non-necromancers, so he can't exactly ask for help.]
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What is it about the power going out that turns everyone into snivelling babies? It's a little dark, not the end of the god damn world. There are more than a few people here who come from times before electricity was even a thing, so stop being a baby just because you suddenly have to deal with some shitty candlelight for awhile. [ This, all spoken as though Yuri wasn't the poster child for a technological addiction. He's had to go without snapchat for what feels like a century now, and he misses instagram terribly. What the fuck is wrong with this place that it doesn't have some version of instagram?

But that's not really why he's decided to post to the network, anyway.
]

For all of the monsters and the shitty weather and the other bullshit, I have exactly one nice thing to say about this place:

They gave me back my cat. [ For a split second Yuri's expression softens, but it's gone too quickly to really make note of, as he spins his cellphone down towards the floor, where a small, fluffy white and black cat is winding around his ankles, meowing softly. ] If you're allergic to cats, don't come up to the third floor. I'll try to keep her contained to my apartment, but she's an escape artist. If you see her around, bring her back to me. And if anyone ever hurts her, I will fucking destroy you.
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[ As the rolling blackouts have been going on, Rick has started to prepare the Police Department for the worst. He's doubled up on patrols in the inhabited area of Quarantine. He's stocked up on food and water to hand out just in case things get really bad. And he's checked the stocks of first aide, weapons and ammo supplies just in case. Everything is just in case. Always. But Rick is so accustomed to things falling apart that it's hard for him not to make that giant leap from blackouts to the worst possible scenario.

Next up is the hard part. He isn't all that good with people, not like he used to be. But at the same time, he needs to population to know they're here. Statistically speaking, crime rates rise during events like these. It's only appropriate for him to let people know they have options.

Obviously, text is easier than video, although he doesn't mind switching to video if he has to.
]

My name is Rick Grimes. I work with the Riverview Police Department. I know the blackouts are cconcering. Just stay calm and we'll all get through it together. There's people working on it who are well qualified, more so than most of us.

Just want to make sure the people know we're up and running if you need anything. Thanks.

Video;

Mar. 19th, 2017 11:06 pm
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[ If the state of the office is any indication of the state of the department, the city is in trouble.

The room is papered from floor to ceiling in layers of maps, diagrams, post-its and technical drawings. What table surface isn’t covered in coffee cups, take-out boxes and junk food wrappers is home to more of the same, held down at the corners by pieces of half-finished robotics projects repurposed into paperweights. Three different colours of marker express problems, ideas, arguments, formulas, jokes and doodles over every inch of the large windows looking out over the city.

It’s been a long forty-eight hours, and the three men standing in front of the camera are in only slightly better shape than the workplace disaster zone around them. A giant topographical city map covers the wall behind their backs, dotted with push pins and bits of string radiating out from the centre.

Off camera, a voice many will recognize as Clark Kent, reporter for the Riverview News and volunteer camera-man: 3, 2, 1, and rolling.

Left; Michael sits on the edge of a desk. Seemingly in his element in the midst of chaos. Focused. He pins the camera with his eyes before speaking. ]


This is Michael Scofield, Structural Integrity Project Lead of the Wall Research and Development Department.


[ Center; Tony blinks, pulling his gaze up from the paper he was scribbling on (honestly, paper) to pay some attention. He’s not in great condition, with electrified hair and dark circles under his bright eyes, but manages a tight smile.]

Uh, Tony Stark. Um, I do what he said, except different because I deal with weapons and defense and-- Whatever, I work with these two in order to keep this place as safe as possible from the shit that is out there. [ A gesture behind him, to the map on the wall.]

Well, mostly out there. Because thanks to this shit that--


THAT-- [ Right; Ray seems to realize instantly how loud that just was, laughs, and then tones his volume down a little. ] --Michael will tell you all about, in a second. [ There’s one clear meaning to the quick and slightly confused look he’s giving Tony: I thought we talked about this?!? ]

Right. [ Can you hear him rolling his eyes, Ray? Can you? Because he is, even as he steps back with a huff. ]

But hi! I’m Ray! Tony and I are both Perimeter Defense Engineers and Coordinators — haha, that’s kinda funny, it’s like we can coordinate each other or something — anyways! [ Back on topic. Anyone who’s able to see them right now can probably tell … Ray’s overcaffeinated. ] We’re here to ask for all of your help.

[ Michael stands up, pushing both Tony and Ray off to one side, and out of the way of the city map. He’ll be illustrating the key points of the following report with a laser pointer. ]

Two days ago a breach in the wall exterior was discovered. One thing people should know about the wall is that it’s not a solid mass. Within the wall is a network of maintenance tunnels for internal repair and reinforcement, many dating back to the wall’s inception. With the latest defense improvements, as well as the addition of the outer fence, most of the tunnels were sealed, but a few were left intact for research and development purposes.

I’m sure you’ve noticed the recent power outages. Riverview’s utilities are largely automated, self-sustaining, and renewably resourced, with the majority of treatment, processing and distribution occurring beneath the city.

We don’t know the exact timeline, or scenario, but we can hypothesize that in the past six months to a year, a local predator got inside one of tunnels, and through it was able to find access to the city’s underground infrastructure. There, it bred. Both Tony and Ray performed fly-throughs, and estimate the number of offspring somewhere in the range of five-hundred to a thousand.

It’s impossible to tell how much damage has been done without clearing the area. A failure to act may result in a loss of power and vital resources to Riverview. That’s where you come in. We’ve tried several methods of mass extermination, but with the risk of contaminating the city’s water supply, our options are limited. Our best bet is to gather a force large enough to do a full-scale manual extermination.

We’ve brought our findings to the Riverview council and they’ve granted us as many of the Perimeter Guard as they can spare, and clearance to seek assistance from the general public to fill in the gaps. We’ll need people who can exterminate, people who can perform urgent repairs, and people skilled in first-aid.

I’ll be performing structural integrity tests as the extermination progresses to ensure the safety of the operation. Please keep explosions and seismic damages to a minimum. You can volunteer here, or at your local Perimeter guard.

[ Michael steps back, giving Tony and Ray the floor again. ]


I will be looking for people to help make repairs in critical areas, trying to keep the power grid operational and the attacks minimal. I need people who are good with electrical engineering, work quickly, and can handle themselves in a fight if need be.

[ There is a pause before: ] Steve, I’ll message you about some things later.

[ Then Tony ducks out of the camera’s view, possibly for a shower, possibly for more coffee. He doesn’t return. ]


[ Ray waves to Tony as he leaves, like that’s normal, even if Tony can’t see him doing it. But then he focuses on the camera again. ]

I’m looking for chemists, city planners, maybe some … runners? [ Lightbulb moment. Really. It’s the best idea he’s had all day. ] Yeah, runners.

I’m so close to finding a formula that can put the monsters to sleep, instead of the rest of us. [ aka Ray is stuck and he refuses to admit it. ] And they’re in an enclosed space! We have to be able to use that and build some kind of delivery mechanism. Just- you know- without … knocking out all of our friends who are fighting the monsters ... instead of the monsters themselves. Anyways. Let’s do a team up!


[ Michael can't help but smile at Ray. Now that everything is more or less said and done, he almost looks as tired as he feels. Still, he keeps his head up and eyes focused. ] This is our city now. Let’s do our best to keep it safe.

What Michael said. And uh, just remember. When fighting monsters, safety is number one!

[ The 'Underground' Mission will be available as a prompt in the next TDM! Anyone and everyone is welcome to take part, make up their own related missions, etc. This plot was a collaborative effort between the players and the mods, thanks guys! ]
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the riverview review

Welcome to the first edition of the bi-weekly IC events blog. Everything covered in this post is available in a well-written blog post format on the Riverview Quarantine homepage. Feel free to have your characters respond to this entry as if they are using a comments section on any internet article.


riverview review: issue 1 )
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[personal profile] mysophobic
Um, hello. I hope everyone is getting this message. [ Please meet Shigeru 'awkward' Miyata everyone. He's totally got this. ]

I'm Shigeru Miyata and I was just texting everyone to let them know that if you get sick or injured here I can be of some help! Back in my world I'm basically a doctor and my powers allow me to heal any sort of disease or injury you might have! Cuts to missing limbs, I can heal and repair most things including inorganic objects as well! Some of the more extensive injuries will take awhile longer, but I don't mind helping especially if we're working together here!

So if anyone here ever gets sick please let me know and I'm sure we can help each other out! Oh and if anyone wants to learn first aid or anything like that, I think having lessons for people would be a great idea too!

And I guess another thing is...does anyone know where to get some drawing or painting supplies?


[ He hasn't really gone out much since the festival, no thanks to his phobia, and he would love to find out where to get some supplies. It helps calm his nerves and he could use that right about now. So if you're on the second floor you might see him currently writing up his network post in a nice comfy corner of the shared living space. He doesn't seem to bad off, but his gloves are stained with blood, a product of washing his hands one too many a time since arriving here. ]
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Hail and well met, my dudes.
 
[Despite not having much experience with this kind of video technology, Taako has adapted pretty quickly, mostly because he’s vain as hell and gets to take pictures? Of himself? It’s amazing. So the camera is centered properly, he’s got Disguise Self cast to look the way he’s supposed to, and his stupidly long hair is braided down his back. ]

I got a couple'a things I wanna ask, figured this is the easiest way to do it.

[He holds up a finger, to count the first question:]

So weird thing here, has anyone heard of this fucked up black oil that, uh, that destroys worlds, I guess? [He casts Minor Illusion and the oil, similar to what he saw in Palmon's prophecy, appears in his hand. It's thick and dark and kind of unsettling.] Listen, I'm not really sure exactly what it is, but it's bad. When I saw this stuff, shit was like it'd drowned everything in sight. And uh, the gods are gone, seems like. Which is weird as hell and might be related. This ringing any bells?

[That was the worst explanation ever, but in his defence it's a pretty confusing situation. He's trying his best.]

Second lil thing. [He holds up a second finger, dropping the illusion so the oil disappears.] What the hell are all you thugs doing for money, 'cause gotta admit, I haven't got a whole lot of marketable skills but I'm fast running out of that sweet sweet cash and would really love to not starve, you know? Toss some ideas at me, I'm all ears.

[Get it, because he's an elf.

Well at least he thinks he's funny, since he's chuckling as he clicks off the video.]
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[personal profile] burntbridges
[The video feed is a little shaky - she's still not used to holding it - but it manages to focus after a few seconds on the outskirts of the forest. It seems Letha has been doing a bit of exploring on her own, and the reason why is clear if one looks close enough. A floating ghost creature of some sort is peeking out from behind a bush, apparently startled by her fiddling with the tablet.]

Oh no no no, come back, I won't hurt you!

[The creature hesitates, but it seems to be angered by her perseverence, and puffs up with an indignant little "phan-TUMP!" before flying up into the trees where she can't see it. Letha lets out a little huff of frustration.]

I followed that thing for an hour... [The video feed gets unfocused as she lowers the tablet to check back at how far she has to walk back home.] I was wondering if it was one of the creatures Professor Sycamore brought from his world. Not that I had any means to tame it, but...

[There's some ambiguous mumbling. She just doesn't want to admit she was following it because it was cute and she wanted to touch it. She's not sure where to go with this video, so she cuts it off here.]
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[Steve is commandeering the floor's kitchen for the moment. With the festival going on, he gets more time to himself, but there's still the situation to consider. They are all new people getting used to Quarantine. So Steve sets up with his device, sending out a message while he takes a break from the activity.]

Floor five, clean up your messes. Loki, that means you.

[Because that's easier to start with than anything else he can think of.]

If we haven't met yet, my name is Steve Rogers. I'm working with the Perimeter Guard here in Search and Rescue. If you have any problems, you can contact me directly. It doesn't have to be an emergency situation. We're all adjusting here, so if you need anything, feel free to come up or give me a call.

I typically go for a run in the morning and train in the evening. Just in case anyone's interested in joining me. Thinking about taking a better look at what's surrounding us, too.
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[The post is in text, because he can't imagine trying to discuss this with words or, even less, video. He's not really prepared for that. But he needs to ask.]

I know this is kind of a sensitive topic, but hopefully it's not too much to ask.

Did anyone else here die right before they arrived?
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[personal profile] diagenesis
[Flint is, putting it mildly, a bastard. But he is neither stupid nor capable of idleness in any degree, and whatever else he is or will be whilst he's here, he can hardly resign himself to uselessness.

Ergo.]


My name is James Barlow. Late of Nassau, New Providence Island, in 1717.

[He does not say it as a point of reference, nor of any sort of curriculum vitae. It's simply dispelling with the usual questions that accompany the pleasantries here.]

Regardless of your familiarity with monsters or your point of origin, if anyone would care to learn to fight or shoot in accordance with the limitations of a baseline human, come to this location [a ping to an area not far from the city.] at dusk.



(ooc; link to a log post for this if anyone would like threads! I'm up for other people coming and tagging each other there as well, I don't have to be involved. Just give me a heads up one way or another.)

un: scarlet

Mar. 8th, 2017 08:13 pm
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[ooc: This post takes place on the second day of Sampremi. A log for the feast can be found here. Characters do not have to respond to this post before attending but they can if they like!]

[Between the storm preparations, the monsters at the borders, and exploratory teams trying to get to the bottom of everything, all on top of the strangeness of being pulled into an entirely new reality, Wanda is more than ready for something lighter to focus on. She's been through so much recently both back home and here in Riverview Quarantine that it feels good and fulfilling to come up for air again.

While video posts are not typically her style, it seems the best course for what she has to talk about now. The video opens to show Wanda holding her phone out in front of her. What can be seen of her dress is a dark but colorful floral pattern that contrasts well with her paler skin tone. Her hair is pulled up and away from her face, though a few tendrils escape and dangle down from beneath a thick crown of flowers resting atop her head. With a smudge of flour on her cheek, she offers the camera a faint smile.]


Hello, everyone. For those of you who haven't met me yet, my name is Wanda Maximoff. I'm from Earth, originally from a country called Sokovia. By some coincidence, it's not only a holiday here today but also back home as well. The Feast of Saint Nikolina is a celebration of those who we share a community with. People join their family, friends, and neighbors all throughout the city, bringing homemade dishes, drinks, and flowers to share. I've been cooking and baking since last night, and some of the local restaurants have donated drinks and flowers for the occasion. Anyone who would like to celebrate and feast today is welcome to join. You can bring additional food and drinks if you like, or even just your appetite. I promise, no one will be turned away.

I'll be down in the park just next to the community housing in an hour or so, and will be there until dusk.

[With nothing else to say, the camera jostles just a little as Wanda frees one hand to cut the feed.]
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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.
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[personal profile] noassgardian
So, uh, my name is Billy Kaplan.

[And from the looks of it, he's sprawled out on his bed in the communal housing, camera held above him steadily. He makes a face.]

I have no idea what to say about myself. I was a student back home and I know a little magic. [He's a little tentative about that one, but-- he's not sure there's a point in keeping it secret here either.] But marketable skills? I'm not so sure about that one. I guess I need to figure something out though.

[Considering he's going to be here for a while...]

I guess I'm making this to ask what all of you plan to do here? If you have any definite plans at all, I mean.
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[The camera is pretty evenly focused. The man sitting on the screen is less so - even behind his glasses it's obvious that, while he's looking at the tablet, he's not really looking at it. In fact, it's almost as if he accidentally pressed 'video' and meant instead to go for 'audio' - which is a likely scenario, honestly.

Matt will learn what to press and when over time.
]

I think I've got my floor mapped out, and a little bit of the surrounding area. I'm not really sure if the 'welcome to Riverview' video shows the layout of the place. A lot of you are probably a lot more familiar with things than I am already.

[A pause as he smiles, ducking his head to laugh and shrug. He doesn't really realize that everyone can see that.]

I don't mind exploring but I'd hate to get lost a few days out of the gate. If anyone's free to show me around, it would be appreciated. I'm a quick learner once I get a feel for things. I promise I'm very independent.
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[ The look on Tony's face as the feed clicks on is clearly unamused. Possibly even Unamused, capital and all. Why is he so irritated you might ask? Well, don't you worry about that, he is bound to let you know. As soon as he finishes sipping on his coffee in a more than obnoxious way. If you look close enough, and know Tony, you will be able to see a darkness beneath his eyes, the kind that comes with too much coffee and too many ideas and not enough hours in the day, so clearly he has to sacrifice some of the night for the Greater Good or some shit.

Whatever. That is why there is coffee.

Once the coffee has been consumed, Tony gets up from where he is sitting, and it becomes very obvious that he is in the kitchen on the floor, a kitchen you have all seen thanks to a Viking, but there is no sign of him now. However, there are signs of someone making a rather large breakfast here (if only you could smell it, seriously, Tony would kill to eat some of it okay) and not sharing.

This? This is why Tony is unamused.]


Really, you come in here, use the space and leave the dishes, while also not sharing?

[ Steve is gonna be annoyed. Not that he isn't usually in that state. The images shifts as Tony puts the phone down, and there is the sound of more coffee making its way into his cup while you get a lovely view of the ceiling. Look, no scorch marks. Yet.]

That's just rude, even for gods of chaos and mischief. And here I was going to make you a fancy partial AI for your phone. Ha.

[ Look, he doesn't know if it was Loki, but he assumes it is. Because if it was Steve or Bucky they would have shared, and he is pretty sure that Stephen only eats things that are still moving, and Billy-- well maybe him too. But for now, his ire is on Loki.]

Also, working on some ideas for the defence perimeter, some new weapons and targeting systems, if there is anyone that has any ideas, let me know. I mean, I've probably already thought of it, but still might be nice to bounce ideas around.
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Hello everyone. My name is Clark. I'll try and keep this brief.

Firstly, I've drawn up a blank list and placed one on the bulletin board on each housing floor. If those with medical expertise feel comfortable, they can put their name, residence here, and — if they have one — specialisation, in case of an emergency. We have several residents who aren't from the same point in time, so if you'd like to volunteer to update someone's medical knowledge, please mark your name with an asterisk.

Secondly, ah-- [ a bit of a laugh. ] I'm from Kansas, which some of you might recognise as being host to some pretty bad weather. Now, I'm not going to say I'm paranoid, but-- I like to think ahead. So, I've made up some kits with some of the usual survival paraphernalia back home and distributed them between floors. Feel free to help yourselves if you need them.

[ No one has to use them, but he’d rather everyone knows they're available. ]

Thank you for your time.

( all replies in audio unless otherwise stated )
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[As the video starts, you can see a black-haired man in his 30's adjusting the camera on his smartphone. And judging by the background that looks like a lecture hall, you might able to guess that he's in Riverview University. Once he straightens the camera, he then calmly stares at the camera.]

Hello! My name is Professor Augustine Sycamore and I'm here to tell you about my new night class here in Riverview Univesity.

As most of you don't know right now, there have been reports of strange creatures came out of the portal. Those creatures with elemental and powerful abilities are in fact called Pokemon, which they are many different species and elements back in my world. Their appearance is partially my fault as I heard they came out of the portal when I arrived here.

Since I'm worried about how Riverview residents will treat these creatures, I decided to use my new position here to not only continue my duties as a Pokemon Professor but also to open up an elective night class about these creatures so you may able to know how to interact with these creatures. Not only that, I let the people from the tech firm replicate some of my items I've brought here in order to help you.

[Just then, his Garchomp then enters the scene as she curiously looks at the camera before her trainer pats on her snout.]

Who knows? Maybe you might find your own Pokemon partner like my Garchomp right here. If you like, just feel free to ask about my class if you're interested. Until then, I hope to see you soon.

[With that, he turns off the video as he hopes it will help him out in spreading the word about his class and give awareness to the Pokemon's appearance in Riverview.]
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[personal profile] 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?