there's truth in the thunder, love in the lightning

[There's a strange noise coming from the communicator, and from Med'an's room in the mansion. You may recognize it, or you may not. But it does sound distinctly like...popping. Does he have balloons in there? Bubble wrap? What? It's going awfully fast for him to be doing it manually, so it must be mechanized somehow. Did he find a synthesizer and figure out how to use the drum option?

No, he found a popcorn maker. And accidentally made it overflow.

The boy turns the video on just as his buttery fingers drop it, and it immediately disappears under at least 6 inches of popcorn. Well, at least you know what's going on!

Med'an's muffled voice comes from somewhere above the mass of popcorn.]

Help! Someone! [You can practically hear the flailing in his voice. In desperate times, a desperate puppy has only one person to call on: ]

Annge!

[ooc: EVERYONE ELSE IS WELCOME TOO :E ]

The storm's passed...

[Med'an is looking through the window at the sky. He is quiet for a moment or two, thinking about something, but it's a peaceful quiet. He likes rain, but he likes sun too.]

We have sixty-four bars of iron with us. But what about the rowan? There's some wild, growing in the middle of the loch, I think. We could ward ourselves with more of it, or even plant some seeds in the village.

[Another pause, as he ponders whether or not to say something, and then, very politely: ]

May I have a moment of your time, Aureln?