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[guppy_sandhu]

As of this unexpected kitchen incident, the smoke alarms in the kitchen have just gone off.

So if you're sitting in the main bar right now, there's a loud alarm, and the sprinklers are pouring water over your head.


(Oops...)

[ooc: Guppy and Jools are still in the kitchen fixing this, so this is primarily for anyone who wants to react to it. Guppy-mun is going to bed and can pick up tags in the morning if required, but Jools-mun will be around for a bit. Otherwise treat this as a party post style :)]

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In the Kitchen

[ohnoitsjools]

This whole thing has left Jools rather upset. He's rather useless when it comes to fires and sprinkler systems, so he's over against a corner, trying very hard not to cry.


This whole thing has been rather traumatising, after all. D:

Re: In the Kitchen

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is cleaning up, and trying to reassure Jools.

Re: In the Kitchen

[ohnoitsjools]

It may be a rather slow process, on the reassuring front.

Seriously, Jools may be the only person in the multi-verse to have burnt a salad on two separate occasions.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart was reading a cookbook and not really paying attention to any slightly burned smells when suddenly -- WATER!!

Water pouring all over him from the ceiling, and blaring machine howls!

The book is ruined.

Urquhart jumps up and shoots the nearest source of that noise with his crossbow so he can hear himself think, then draws up his hood and ventures forth to see what's the reason for this nonsense, and what Security is doing about it.

Good opportunity to screw over the Ostrogoth. Or shoot some unpleasant person in pure self-defence.

[notimewarp]

Tim has been coming to the bar to work almost exclusively for the last year or so. Sure, it's odd, but he's always felt like his sketchbook would be far more safe from the sort of damage that happens when you work around girls, and dogs, and children.

And then the alarms start going.

"FUCK!"

Like Urquhart's cook book, his sketchbook is almost certainly ruined. And Tim is so upset by this that he hurls it across the bar. Sorry if it hits anyone, but this whole thing might have just cost him a lot of money.

D:

[untiedtheknots]

Artemis had a catalog and a glass of whiskey before the sprinklers went off.

Now, her whiskey has a hat made out of some sodden paper that used to be a catalog that is at least moderately effective at keeping water out of her booze.

She twists her hair up off the back of her neck and manages to stuff a hair tie around it before it becomes completely unmanageable.


(Le sigh.)

[notimewarp]

There's one very angry comic book artist nearby, fetching his ruined sketchbook that recently flew across the bar under what could have been its own power (if by 'its own power,' one means 'was hurled in a fit of rage').

"This ever happened before?" he asks.

It's certainly a first for him.

[untiedtheknots]

She shakes her head.

"Not while I've been here."

Her tone implies she would have been happy continuing that streak.

[notimewarp]

"I didn't even know there were sprinklers in here," Tim declares.

He tucks his sketchbook under his shirt to keep it from getting any more damaged. There's a chance he may be able to salvage it, but for now, it's safely out of the way of everything.

[untiedtheknots]

"Me either."

Although she's definitely going to be taking a closer look around the next time she's up in the rafters.

"They almost seem too...normal for a place like this. Normal when they're off, anyway."

[notimewarp]

Tim frowns. "I think normal ones would have shut off by now."

And because Milliways has calculated effective comedy timing, they shut off just after he says that.

Fucking Milliways.

[untiedtheknots]

Artemis makes a sound caught between a snort and a laugh.

Bar adds her two cents in the form of a stack of fluffy towels.

[notimewarp]

He sighs deeply. Hoping that the sprinklers stay off, he first uses the towel to dry his hands, and then tries to see what he can save from his sketchbook.

"Motherfucker," he mutters, peeling pages apart.

Throwing it across the bar probably didn't help matters.

[untiedtheknots]

Artemis runs a towel over her hair, then starts blotting at her clothes. (They're a lost cause, but she can hope.)

"What was...I mean, what is that?"

[notimewarp]

"Roughs for a project my boss put me on," Tim explains, trying to dry off a particularly gruesome scene involving very gooey zombies. "They're due tomorrow morning."

Clearly, they won't be turned in on time.

[untiedtheknots]

Artemis winces (at the water damage, not the zombies).

"Maybe if we got a hair dryer? And kept it on low?"

[notimewarp]

He frowns at the mess.

"Couldn't make things much worse," he decides.

He doesn't even have to ask; the Bar just provides one. After fiddling with the settings a bit, he manages to find a decently low setting and turns it on his sketchbook.

To its credit, it does dry out the pages. But, as paper does tend to do, it buckles and crumples oddly.

[untiedtheknots]

Artemis drapes her towel around her neck and eyes the pages.

"Hmm.



Dictionary, maybe? Something heavy to flatten it out?"

[mogget_cat]

Worst way to wake up, ever. That nap is completely ruined.

Please excuse the yowling that occurs before Yrael manages to get out the door.

[song_tra_bong]

"Well, shit."

Mary Anne switches barstools until she's no longer right under one of the sprinkers.

Bar's sense of humor in this matter is not entirely appreciated at the moment.