Intro Overflow: May

[moustre]

Intro Log: May, Overflow

Comments

for Iramaat

[atsumoribiito]

(continued from here)

You're right! These things aren't going to get us anywhere.

[It's unfortunate, perhaps, but what can one really expect out of a cleaning implement anyway? Oh well. Nobunaga unceremoniously tosses the pieces of the broom aside and turns to the nearest hallway, almost a little too eagerly and starts walking.]

They won't mind if we just help ourselves, right?

[Right. If the witches didn't bother to lock something up tight enough to keep her out, then clearly they didn't care enough about it to begin with. Sound logic, probably.]

[wylderrant]

Oh, I expect not-

[ Iramaat doesn't seem to have much sympathy for the broom either and she's happy enough to move on, keeping pace with Nobunaga as they start to get very nosy indeed. ]

After all, we are guests, aren't we? And guests should be treated like they belong.

[ That's not really how it works, but Iramaat is happy enough to ignore inconvenient truths and rules when it suits her. She tries the first door, jiggling the handle. ]

I think this one is unlocked.

[atsumoribiito]

[It's so nice to find someone who understands the importance of a little mischief. Not that Nobunaga really expects to find too much beyond the mundane, but you never know when there are already magic brooms everywhere.]

How thoughtful of them.

[An unlocked door is prompt enough for her to push it open and step inside. It's already lit, and if she has to guess, it's a storage room of some sort--a lot of boxes scattered around, anyway.

With a hum, she pushes the lid off the first to peek in.]

Wah--

[She has to jump back when a flurry of empty snack trays come flying out ready to get to work.]

[wylderrant]

[ Iramaat quite cheerfully follows Nobunaga inside, peering around the room with undisguised interest. It is only a storage room, but who knows what it's storing? Well, they both do, a moment later, because suddenly there are snack trays floating everywhere.

Iramaat's eyes widen and she tries to bat a tray out of the air. ]

What did you do-?

[ This is totally not her fault, nope. ]

[atsumoribiito]

Me? I didn't do anything!

[You know, if wandering aimlessly counts as nothing, anyway. Regardless, Nobunaga is quick to duck just in time for an errant tray to knock aside her hat. Rude. Just for that, she gives another oncoming one a solid kick.]

How do we turn these things off!?

[wylderrant]

I don't know-! I'm not a magician!

[ Which is true. Iramaat ducks a flying tray and then beans another one, sending it to the floor where it skitters across the floor with a crash. ]

Are there instructions in the crate...?

[ It's a very faint hope, but a hope nevertheless. ]