ANOMALY DETECTED

[indigo_league]

Who: ANYONE AND EVERYONE
Where: ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE
When: NOV 25TH to 27TH
Summary: GET IN HERE AND MINGLE
Rating: BUT PLEASE MARK YOUR THREAD CONTENT ACCORDINGLY
Log:






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[soupguy]

[Boober heaves an exhausted sigh, shaking his head before he looks over to see who he's speaking to-- Seeing Min isn't enough to make him less exasperated, but at least it doesn't make things worse; they'd had a pleasant talk over the Pokegear and all.]

So there really isn't any butter at all? [He starts to leap towards back to the fridge. Truly a Fraggle on a mission.] What about olive oil, then?

[outofsynth]

Probably not. You could check the microwave?

[He's fairly certain he and Ryan had used up the rest of that mess as their last resort, but maybe there'd be a little left?

The familiarity of his voice is still bothering him, but... maybe he'll be able to figure it out later.]

There should be plenty of olive oil, at least.

[soupguy]

Why would it be stored in-- [Actually, butter in the microwave should be the least of his concerns about this odd place. He sighs, exasperated. Time to head there! On the way, he glances back at Min.] I'm guessing this is part of your home? I mean, I somehow got to part of mine earlier.

[outofsynth]

There was an incident.

[An incident he's still irritated by judging from his tone. As for it being his home... he shudders at the thought alone.]

I wish I'd found part of my home. This is the train. I was stuck here for months last year.

[He follows after Boober, but makes no move to open the microwave himself. If Boober does then he'll see there is indeed no butter left, just grease and paper. Evidence of butter left too long in the microwave, until it had melted beyond recognition and splattered everywhere. The congealed remains have all but been used up, though no attempt has been made to clean it properly. There might be a small glob of butter left hidden in the back corner if he looks hard enough, but otherwise there's nothing usable.]

[soupguy]

Oh... Um, well, I'm sorry to hear that. I'm sure it's pretty bad to be back somewhere where-- Eugh.

[Boober gags softly on opening the microwave and seeing the mess within. It may not be even close to the most disgusting thing he could - or has - seen in a kitchen, but all the same. Ew. He hurries to close it, the door slamming in his hurry and his frustration.]

[outofsynth]

[Min looks surprised by how severe his reaction is, not even getting chance to look properly at the state of the microwave before it's slammed shut again. He knows it's bad, but that bad?]

What's wrong? Did it go rancid or something?

[Because, like. Yeah. It's gross. But that gross? He didn't think so.]

[soupguy]

No, it's fine. I mean, it's icky, and messy, but I think... [Boober sighs, shaking his head.] It's been a weird, confusing couple of days.

[outofsynth]

It has been.

[He sounds a little distracted as he agrees, the pieces finally starting to fit together for him as he realises where he's heard this voice before.

Ah. Maybe he shouldn't have spoken to him after all. But it's not like he can do much about it now. Boober (this has got to be Boober, right?) clearly has no idea what their last meeting involved, and suddenly backing out of the conversation would only be weirder. He puts on a bright smile, hoping it doesn't look too forced.]

But you said olive oil would work, right? There's no shortage of that.

[soupguy]

[With a soft sigh, Boober nods.]

Yeah, that can do the trick. Of course, at this rate, I'll go into that refrigerator to get it and end up somewhere else entirely... It wouldn't be so bad if there was any reason to it.

[outofsynth]

Yeah. That part's new. It never used to happen like that before.