Arthur Shappy (
halftwinkly) wrote2012-05-01 02:02 am
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Experimental Toast // The Bar
THEN: Arthur made a brilliant discovery.
AND THEN: Arthur had tried to make toast. Literally, produce toast, on a plate. No matter how hard he tried, screwing up his face like someone trying to remember an answer in Trivial Pursuit, he couldn't even create a crumb. However, he could put bread in the toaster and have it come out as perfect toast, even after he noticed the toaster wasn't plugged in.
NOW: Arthur is in the Bar. Well, sort of. The Bar, on the basis that she isn't stupid, has put him in a little side room with tiled walls and floor. There are a number of objects in the room. Right now, Arthur is looking at a piece of bread very hard.
"Abracadabra!"
The bread explodes into croutons.
"...Oh dear."
There's a pile of similarly dispatched bread in a bowl next to him. The squid might like it, later on.
AND THEN: Arthur had tried to make toast. Literally, produce toast, on a plate. No matter how hard he tried, screwing up his face like someone trying to remember an answer in Trivial Pursuit, he couldn't even create a crumb. However, he could put bread in the toaster and have it come out as perfect toast, even after he noticed the toaster wasn't plugged in.
NOW: Arthur is in the Bar. Well, sort of. The Bar, on the basis that she isn't stupid, has put him in a little side room with tiled walls and floor. There are a number of objects in the room. Right now, Arthur is looking at a piece of bread very hard.
"Abracadabra!"
The bread explodes into croutons.
"...Oh dear."
There's a pile of similarly dispatched bread in a bowl next to him. The squid might like it, later on.
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There is a small girl standing in the doorway, peering curiously at him.
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"Oh, hello there, miss. Can I help you?"
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"Can you tell me when and where you're from, please?"
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If he's from Jim's world, she should find out if he knows Jim; that would be the obvious transmission vector. But Jim might not want anyone knowing he can do magic yet. She'll have to think about how to find out subtly.
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And he sticks out a slightly crumb-y hand.
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She shakes his hand with six-year-old solemnity. (She'll ask Jim, she decides. It's not like this guy will be hard to describe.)
"I've never tried magic toast before," she admits, "but now's as good a time as any to start! Can you show me what you were doing again?"
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"Abracadabra!"
It crumps into little burnt bits, just like all the others, and Arthur wonders if she'll laugh at him. A lot of people do.
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(Please allow the mun the rimshot that line deserves.)
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Now, how to make toast? The piece of bread spins gently in the air in front of her as she thinks it over.
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"No, come on, fly! Abracadabra!" The slice does a little hop and then falls over, and refuses to move again.
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"Try asking nicely," she suggests, most of her attention still on her own slice. Experimentally, she reaches out and touches it.
It goes up in smoke so fast there is barely a flicker of flame in between.
Matilda giggles.
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"At least you didn't explode it?" he picks up the piece of bread he was working on and put it down the other end of the table. "Abracadabra!"
Nothing happens. He balls his fist.
"Please?"
The bread spins across the room and hits the wall.
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He sees another donut. He beckons it. Gently. It shuffles towards him, trying not to spill it's crown of cream.
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She studies her next victim intently.
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"But if I try this one, it'll be different. Abracadabra!" The apple bips out of existence. "See?"
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"Darn," she says. "Oh well, there's plenty of bread." She shoos the charred husk into the nearest trash can.
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"I didn't know that it would have a whole room with bread in, but it does. I suppose people must want sandwiches and things though. Perhaps you should just ask the bread to be toast? That's what I did. Except it didn't work."
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She summons forth another slice and says politely, "Be toast, please."
There is a puff of warm air.
The bread becomes toast.
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"I'm not sure," she says cheerfully. "Lemme try again."
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"Look, can't you be like that?"
The bread droops a little, clearly ashamed.
"Can you make things? I tried to make a really big Pringle, but nothing happened."
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She tries to keep quiet about the lightning and the fireballs unless absolutely necessary.
"But not a lot of stuff that's more complicated than that. I've never tried making food."
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