3rd Data Entry [voice / action]

[cuteobsessed]

[Heisuke has decided that his earlier attempts to contact the lightning spirit in the hot box failed because of one thing: A LACK OF SCIENCE. So now he will be 100% serious and scientific about recording this data and doing this right. To that end, he uses the journal to record his observations and calls the others in his house to come help him collect data.]

First experiment of the day: placing a spoon into the box and testing it for 30 seconds.

[The sound of him putting metal into the box and turning it on can be heard. ]

There appear to be sparks, but nothing significant....

[ooc; Heisuke has lost his sense of humor for the event, so he's going to be utterly serious about this. It's for SCIENCE.]

Comments

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

Faeren didn't have any problems saying yes and no. [...] Are all the spirits really that different?

[cuteobsessed.livejournal.com]

Maybe....? I'm still learning to talk with them so I don't really know.

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

We should ask someone who knows more about them.

[cuteobsessed.livejournal.com]

Who...would that be?

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

Miss Rain--

[His earlier statement cuts off sharply as the microwave interior lights up brightly enough to blind someone looking directly at it for two seconds. Are you blinded yet, Heisuke and co. because he sure is seeing white spots.]

[cuteobsessed.livejournal.com]

[HOLY SHIT, HIS EYES. Heisuke yelps and turns away, covering his face and rubbing his eyes to try and get the BLIND out.]

AAAH!

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

What happened?!

[cuteobsessed.livejournal.com]

I-I don't know! This has never happened before!

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[The good thing about cameras is that they at least won't blind the person on the other end. So while Heisuke is reeling from the sudden flash, Leo is leaning in closer to attempt to see what's going on.]

Are you okay?

[cuteobsessed.livejournal.com]

My eyes feel like they're burning!

[Dramallama. He flops over onto the counter, face down.]

....What did I do to make it angry......

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

...maybe it was the box.

[cuteobsessed.livejournal.com]

...you think the box got angry?

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[Er.]

Can boxes be angry?

[cuteobsessed.livejournal.com]

....So maybe the spirit?

....Maybe it doesn't want to talk.

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

That may be true.

...maybe you should stop for today.

[cuteobsessed.livejournal.com]

...I think I'm temporarily blind anyway so maybe that's for the best.

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

Will you be all right?

[cuteobsessed.livejournal.com]

Eh...probably. It can't last forever.

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

There's always another day for an experiment like this after all. Maybe in a bigger box.

[cuteobsessed.livejournal.com]

A bigger box....Yes, that'd be a good idea. Maybe this time I'll wear something to hide my eyes.

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

Is there something you can wear to do that?

[cuteobsessed.livejournal.com]

I don't know...I'll have to look into it.

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

Ah. [Disappointing. He would've liked to find something that could do that to wear himself.] In that case, I wish you good luck.

[cuteobsessed.livejournal.com]

Thanks. Hey, what's your name? I don't think I ever asked.

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

It's Leo. I don't believe I caught yours either, though.