four ¬ voice

[enterpainment]

[filtered away from alan and mae | so hackable it's barely even a filter]

So... magic. I've heard a lot about it here, and I was wondering... what's magic in everyone else's world like? Dangerous, or common, or... er, not so common? It's a universal word, but it seems to mean a lot of different things.

I was just... curious.

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... I think I'm cursed.

Well, not the kind of curse that usually goes on here, but actually cursed. I swear three toasters this week have disappeared! One minute they were in the kitchen, and the next they'd just gone. Either I'm living in a sentient apartment that eats toasters, or I have an... an anti-toaster curse on me. Or maybe the toasters are alive. It's all probably possible, in a place like this.

All I want is toasted bread in the morning! Apparently that is too much to ask for.

Comments

[risetwice.livejournal.com]

Bread is a breakfast food.

[enterpainment]

When it's toasted, it is.

[risetwice.livejournal.com]

Even when it's not toasted.

[enterpainment]

Regular bread just doesn't taste the same with jam or peanut butter. Or both. Unless it's in a sandwich, and sandwiches are lunch food.

[risetwice.livejournal.com]

We don't always have jam or peanut butter.

[enterpainment]

... That's usually the only things we have.

[risetwice.livejournal.com]

Here it's easy enough.

[enterpainment]

What would you suggest, then?

[risetwice.livejournal.com]

Well if you have to have your bread toasted, have you considered slicing it and putting it in the oven?

[enterpainment]

... Oh, well, there's the slight problem where I can't use the oven without probably setting the kitchen on fire.

[risetwice.livejournal.com]

[He considers this for a moment]

Do you know where the bakery near building five is?

[enterpainment]

Uh... yes? I think so. I've walked past it before.

[risetwice.livejournal.com]

If you come by and ask for Peeta, I can make you toast.

[enterpainment]

Really? [You just got yourself +10 respect points, Peeta.]

[risetwice.livejournal.com]

Sure. Toast only takes a few seconds in the big ovens here.

[enterpainment]

Okay. Will you be busy in... ten minutes? Or fifteen, I might get lost.

[risetwice.livejournal.com]

No, I'll be setting out bread, most of the morning baking's done.

[enterpainment]

Fantastic.

[And around seventeen minutes later-- he did get sort of lost, sadly-- Jamie arrives at the bakery, and starts to ask around for a Peeta.]

[risetwice.livejournal.com]

[When he gets there, a ridiculously attractive young man (http://protects_her.livejournal.com) calls back - "PEETA THERE IS SOMEONE HERE FOR YOU" and escapes into the back, and Peeta makes his way to the front]

Hi. Got lost?

[enterpainment]

Only slightly. I just made a-- couple of wrong turns, here and there. [Which is sad, since it's all the basic layout of a clock. But Jamie is extremely intelligent like that.

... Yes.] But hi. You're Peeta? I'm Jamie. I don't think I mentioned that before.

[risetwice.livejournal.com]

I'm Peeta, that's right.

[A small laugh]

Nice to meet you, Jamie.

[enterpainment]

Nice to meet you, too. It's always great to meet people who have some kind of culinary ability. No one in my family does, that's for sure.

[risetwice.livejournal.com]

Well, it's sort of a family thing on my end, too.

[enterpainment]

Your family are bakers? A respectable job, that. Also useful, since I guess you don't have to worry about buying bread.

[risetwice.livejournal.com]

Why, what does your family do?

[Peeta is slicing a loaf of bread in the slicer - this is for Jamie]