03; video//action available for House 40

[coffeejunkie]

[Hi again, Luceti. Normally, Otonashi's face would not appear again so soon—he isn't exactly a social butterfly—but unfortunate events demand it. Behind him are two muttering boys in the kitchen, trying so very hard to figure out the ~mystery~ of instant ramen and microwaved eggs. How many SSS members does it take to cook a meal?

At least three, apparently. Moving on!]

Uh... hi, everyone. I've never had to do this before, but... [He exhales slowly.] I'm here to say that Yotsuba disappeared. She didn't write anyone any notes goodbye, so I don't have anything to give to any of you.

Sorry... but she probably wouldn't have wanted to spend so much time writing to so many friends, right? That's hard work for a little girl, you know... [Otonashi tries to keep it light-hearted, and it kinda works but it's not perfect. In the background, Noda scoffs and mutters something about a wuss, but the rest is just food prep noise. He seems ready to close the feed—]

Eh—? You can't cook ramen with nothing in the pan but... thick oil and noodles! Even I know that! [The blue-haired boy shrugs and stares at the pan, laughing awkwardly. He mutters something.] N-no, no, you have to add water—

Noda, not yet! Get out of the wa—! [... And then there is a thick layer of oil splashed over the journal, clanging, and screaming everywhere.

JUST ANOTHER DAY AT THE LOUDEST HOUSE IN LUCETI.]

((ooc: Responses might come from anyone in House 40! This can be trainwrecking, frequent_flyer, hatesguns. Threadjacking is a-okay. House 40 is never okay. Carry on.))

Comments

[Video]

[de_bel_survivor]

[By this point, Kouki is recovering from his draft experience, flicking through the journals idly.

...Ah.]

At least she's home now.

[And yet, Kouki couldn't help but be disappointed. His surprise project for her will be on indefinite hold.]

...How's the cooking adventure on your end?

(very badly) written;

[trainwrecking]

[It takes a while for Otonashi to get back to the journal. Do they replace journals that have been horribly soiled due to an unfortunate cooking accident?]

yeah Im sorry but Im glad shes finallly safe [He still can't see. HOT OIL IN THE FACE. All things considered, he's doing a passable job writing. It's just crooked and sloppy and wet with oil.]

its not [Not going well, not going well!]

[Video]

[de_bel_survivor]

[What is this writing. It's readable, but sheesh.]

Any fires?

[trainwrecking]

[Mercifully, the next delayed message is audio. It's muffled with background commotion, but trying to write in his journal is an insurmountable challenge.]

A-ahh... no! No real fire... but I'll need to—agh—find out how to get oil out of places it shouldn't be... [He should ask Kouki about Yotsuba...]

[de_bel_survivor]

[Audio's better, even with the background noises.]

Ooooh, gotcha. Good luck with those oils in places it shouldn't land into.

[He is sympathetic! But it's still amusing.]