002 || Elle Bishop || [video, morning of Day 4]

[rebelle-elle.livejournal.com]

[Elle appears on screen, and though she's in focus and still, the light behind her seems to be flickering, and there's a crackling sound in the background.]

Okay. So let's say, hypothetically, that I was looking at the camera and it sparked or something and I started- and then a fire magically appeared.

I mean, like, not a fire. But, you know. Um.

Anyway. Never mind.

Does anyone know how to use the fire extinguisher? Because I finally got clothes I like [and even though she knows this could potentially qualify as an emergency situation, she takes a second to drop her wrist to show a low-cut blouse] and don't want them to burn.

Not that they would. Just. You know. If there were a hypothetical fire...

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[greenisnteasy]

They do have red, and it is definitely the best. I'm just not sure what makes up 'red' that I can find in my pantry at the moment. Grape, though. That one I can do. Is purple acceptable?

[He starts leading her back to his kitchen, through the living room.]

[rebelle-elle.livejournal.com]

[She considers, investing just as much thought into - well, concentration - well, something like it - as all the people at the Treaty of Versailles had done.]

I guess purple's okay. It's like red and blue mixed together, so... [She shrugs.] Two in one.

Oh! I found clothes! [She gives a spin to show them off.] Did you notice? I won't have to steal them from you anymore.

[greenisnteasy]

[He smiles appreciatively and gives a nod of approval.]

Very nice. And I appreciate that, by the way. I'm trying out this thing where I don't lose my clothes regularly.

[He wrinkles his nose.] Gambling.

[rebelle-elle.livejournal.com]

[She looks over at him, frowning. Gambling? Really?]

Not whores? Because there's no way you're that bad of a gambler.

[greenisnteasy]

No, shockingly, not prostitutes. It just happens that I have really rotten luck.

[He grins, mostly to himself, and then leads her on into the kitchen. He's already got the blender out, and the grape juice.]

No promises that this is even going to work, by the way. I'm just assuming slushies consist of mushed up ice and goopy sweet liquid goo.

[rebelle-elle.livejournal.com]

[She looks at everything, her expression curious. She doesn't know what goes into a slushie, either.]

I think it's just ice, and then they squirt stuff into it. So it should work?

And if we blow anything up, it'll be fixed in the morning. So that's good, right?

[Not that she's planning on blowing anything up. Not really, at least.]

[greenisnteasy]

Huh. I wonder what would happen if we razed the town.

[Actually honestly hypothetical, but what if the other guy got out and leveled all the houses?]

Would they relocate us, or knock us out for a week while they did construction?

[He uses a cup to scoop ice out of his freezer and dump it into the blender.]

[rebelle-elle.livejournal.com]

Some guy with weird hair and I were going to try, but then nothing ever happened. [She shrugs and comes closer to watch.]

We could, though. Just to see what happens. Besides, destroying stuff can be fun. [She looks far too pleased with herself as she says it, too. Few people are so smug about having been called "The Executioner" by their own fathers, but it had been better than not being called anything at all, so Elle is pleased with it.]

[greenisnteasy]

So I hear.

[He was already smiling over their conversation, but now that smile turns a little more private as he sets up the blender and switches it on.]

Maybe we can give it a shot sometime.

[Generally he's anti-smashing, but smashing when directed toward the appropriate source can be effective.]

[rebelle-elle.livejournal.com]

[She perches on the counter and starts playing with lightning, stretching it between her fingertips as she waits.]

Does everybody here actually want to go home?