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( Now, normally she’d think this video function was a blast, but she’s met Sarah and heard weird stuff all around (really, universe? was that necessary?) and that’s likely to come with a can of worms that she’s not quite ready to dive into just yet by plastering herself over the network. Text it is. )

Right, first off, new kid alert, please don’t steal my lunch money, etc.

I think it goes without saying that turning up here kinda sets you up to need to reassess what you define as weird. Used to be that the most bizarre thing I encountered was weedy Aussie guys thinking they could put together a decent hip hop track. It’s more or less on the same level as horrifying and disappointing as ordering a hot dog and finding out it came with a pickle. (Honestly. A pickle. In a hot dog. For the Americans here: why do you have to ruin everything? It’s about as terrible as everyone overseas thinking Fosters is our national beer of choice. No. Never. That has never been true.)

Anyway, music offences have just about been out done by walking out of the shower and turning up here, but I reckon there’s gotta be some good stories.

Funny stories, please, I beg you. If this goes to a weird place where you talk about something genuinely emotionally disturbing then I’ll feel obligated to buy you a beer, or something, and I’m not exactly rolling in cash right now. It seems a little early on to be owing people beer. Besides, I don’t think anything can really top that pickle thing. That’s still really messed up.

My other question: have any of you ever accidentally set off a firework? With your hands?
From your hands, actually. Setting of a firework with your hands sounds a bit too normal.

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[magnitudes]

( Well, if that isn't a punch in the gut, she's not sure what is. Sarissa's scars are different, they were when she was Breeze's age, but that doesn't make it much easier to swallow. Her jaw clenches, unclenches, and she slowly exhales before letting the door swing open. )

Supplies, huh? What for?

( Tilting her head, she takes a step back from the door. )

Are these explosive supplies? 'Cause then I better come outside, instead.

[fayzedandconfused]

Yeah, it's flammable stuff. [ Said like that's a totally normal thing to bring to someone's house. ] We can go out by the pool. Do you guys have one?

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( of course it is. Sarissa looks at her with a bit of a grin. )

Come on. I was just gonna grab some-- ( hang on, what time is it? ) Lunch? I guess? You want a sandwich?

( But she hums. ) You got any goggles? Gloves? If we're gonna science this shit up - I mean, stuff - we're gonna do it right. Got it?

[fayzedandconfused]

No, I just brought the stuff for setting on fire.

[ She gets completely distracted by mention of food, though. ] Yeah, let's eat first.

[magnitudes]

Oh, okay. ( Faux-casual. Yeah, sure, this is totally fine.

Maybe it is totally fine, but that's by her standards, which are not Normal Person Behaviour Standards, which is what she is going to apply to this tiny delinquent.

Sarissa's just going to assume the kidlet follows her and closes the front door, already on her way to the kitchen. In fact, she's pretty sure that none of the groceries in the fridge are hers, and she isn't mad keen to go shit stirring with the roommates quite yet. )

You like pizza? ( There's always going to be some jerk who doesn't like pizza, and it's always going to be the person who she doesn't ask who decides to be a drama queen. ) Got anything you don't eat?

[fayzedandconfused]

Of course I like pizza. [ Breeze is staring at Sarissa like she's insane as she follows her into the kitchen. ] I eat anything. [ It's not an exaggeration. ]

[ That said, she flops into a kitchen chair like she owns the place. It's a miracle she doesn't stick her feet up on the table. ]

[magnitudes]

( Just dead eyeing this child, grabbing the phone, and watching Breeze claim the chair. All right, then. The phone is ringing, and she looks a little eyerolly for a second until she gets to ordering: one (1) lasagne, one (1) pepperoni large, and a bottle of coke. and garlic bread, actually, before she hangs up and slouches over to the table. ) Twenty minutes, 'pparently.

( But in the meantime she's grabbing a chocolate bar from the fridge - habit, when you live somewhere everything melts - and tosses it ot the kid. )

Head's up.

[fayzedandconfused]

[ She catches the chocolate bar easily and has it unwrapped in the blink of an eye, as well as half of it in her mouth. Which still doesn't stop her from talking, because what are manners? Manners are for kids who don't cook their own rat meat over an open flame, that's what. ]

All that food's just for us? [ That's like a feast. ]

[magnitudes]

Nah, just for me.

( lol j/k j/k

Sarissa flops down into another chair, idly wondering if her roommates have any safety gear, how much she can improvise. Do hardware stores deliver? Well, it's weirdo America, anything could be possible. )

Yeah. You can take some home, if you want.

[fayzedandconfused]

Cool.

[ It's not non-perishable, but she can keep it in the fridge or something. Assuming she doesn't eat it all today. ]

You don't mind?

[magnitudes]

Do I seem like the kinda person that'd offer if I minded?

( which is equal parts sarcasm and genuine question, actually.)

[fayzedandconfused]

[ Brianna looks away, feeling awkward. ]

It's not personal. Just... [ Sarissa's an adult, Brianna has trust issues, it's whatever. ]