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[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.

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[risetwice.livejournal.com]

No, it's just...it's sort of in the middle of nowhere, the place I live.

[enterpainment]

Oh. Right. Where I come from, Exeter, is sort of that way, too. Except everything's rather close together in England, so London's not far away.

[risetwice.livejournal.com]

[There's no England where Peeta's from but he doesn't say that. Instead he picks out pieces of toast from the other side of the toaster and plates them]

We're really isolated. Here.

[enterpainment]

[Jamie's face lights up. Toast! His lost love!] Thank you!

[He is so excited that he starts nomming without actually... having anything on the toast, but he stops after a few seconds.] Oh, right, how much do I owe you for the bread?

[Mae brought him up to be polite, honest.]

[risetwice.livejournal.com]

An orange.

[enterpainment]

[Jamie, a piece of toast in his mouth, digs around in his wallet. He is still not used to the strange multi-coloured currency. But... aha!]

Right, hwere you gho. [Yes, he said that around the toast.]

[risetwice.livejournal.com]

[A grin]

Thanks. Feel free to come again.