video; un: whiteroad

[whiteroadrunning]

[Our scene is laid in a pod kitchen. The first-person view displays a countertop, with a toaster upon it. The toaster is older, a bit battered, but it's been lovingly polished to some semblance of its former glory. It's plugged in, but when Alec pushes the lever -- which he's done a few times since the video started -- he's not pushing it down quite hard enough to engage the power. Also, there's no bread inside. It seems, at the moment, he's just trying to figure out how it works.

Functional usage can come later.

After the fourth or fifth try, Alec sighs.]

Oh, Sakor's t--

This is a foolish question, no doubt. But would someone care to explain this to me? I've taken the damned thing apart and put it back together twice, and I can't...

It's for bread, yes? Or pastries?

[Alec grumbles and kneels down beside the counter. The feed cuts after a brief flash of his distorted reflection in the toaster, pouting, brow furrowed with frustration.]

Comments

[of_bokthersa]

[Seregil will come to the door and just bite a piece of sausage. Challengingly.]

[whiteroadrunning]

[Alec is already two bites into a slice of toast and staring unflinchingly at Seregil.]

[of_bokthersa]

[Seregil produces another piece with sleight of hand as he bites into the sausage again.]

And you left the jam in the kitchen.

[Seregil offers a dangerous lopsided grin as he casually eats the last piece of that piece of sausage in.]

[whiteroadrunning]

Oh? Would you like me to lick more off of you?

[of_bokthersa]

[Well, that would be very interesting. He lets his mind wander for a moment before shaking his head.]

Of course not, I'm just pointing out how jamless your toast is.

[whiteroadrunning]

And yours. So what do you intend to do about it?

[of_bokthersa]

Well,

[He smirks, biting another piece of sausage.]

I have all the sausage.

[whiteroadrunning]

[Alec laughs, and rests his chin on his hand.]

And you won't share a bit? That's cruel, talí.

[of_bokthersa]

[Alec's reaction just adds to Seregil's amusement. He can't help laughing as well.]

What will you give me for it?

[whiteroadrunning]

What would you like?

[Alec's grin is, perhaps, not entirely wholesome. And a wink?]

[of_bokthersa]

[That just causes him to cackle with laughter as he throws a sausage at him.]

You're supposed to be helping me take things slow, talí.

[whiteroadrunning]

[Alec manages to dodge the sausage, but that just causes it to fall -- woefully -- to the floor. That didn't benefit anyone now, did it? Alec stares at it mournfully for a few long moments.]

How am I meant to take things slowly when you're throwing your sausage at me!

[of_bokthersa]

I believe you've been insisting on eating my sausage for a few moments.

[whiteroadrunning]

That was before you were tossing it. You must be precise with your sausage, talí.

[of_bokthersa]

Ah, so you no longer what my sausage. I'll keep it all to myself then.

[He takes another bite.]

[whiteroadrunning]

Now wait a moment. Here's a thought. [Alec holds up his pointer finger.] What if you share your sausage, without launching it at me?

[of_bokthersa]

And now you're being demanding about the specifics of the sharing of my sausage.

[whiteroadrunning]

A little finesse is all I'm asking.

[of_bokthersa]

That's insulting to my technique.

[whiteroadrunning]

Your technique is impeccable. I'm questioning your approach.

[of_bokthersa]

It seems like an insult. Perhaps I should take my sausage elsewhere.

[He's still eating the sausage.]

There are plenty of sausage deprived people, you met most of them earlier when you learned about that toaster.

[whiteroadrunning]

You seem to forget I rank among them now.

[of_bokthersa]

Well, at least you rank at the top.

[He disappears, reappearing with a pan full of slightly overcooked sausage. Clearly, he's made more even if he was eating them all before; he then sets the whole thing on the table.]

Where are my bold eggs?

[whiteroadrunning]

[Alec nudges at the plate beside him on the table.]

Probably cold.

[of_bokthersa]

[He puts them on his plate anyway.]

I'm banning you from jam for the foreseeable future.

[Which is all he'll say about what could have been their lack of sausage.]