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

[unknownmoirai]

I wouldn't choose a name.

It's hard to explain exactly but I do love the name he picked out. It feels like a name more than a title.

It is a proper name.

[whiteroadrunning]

I'm glad you like it, then. Would you mind if I called you that also?

[unknownmoirai]

Yes. I would like that very much.

[whiteroadrunning]

Splendid! Then Inësa you are.

[unknownmoirai]

Ah. Um... Thank you.

[She might be blushing a little bit. She really does like her new name.]

I hope we can talk again soon.

[She likes talking to him.]

[whiteroadrunning]

Of course. It was lovely speaking with you, truly.

[unknownmoirai]

Me too. Goodbye.

[With that she fumbles for a good thirty seconds before figuring out how to turn off the connection.]