M is for Microwave Fire {open}

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

It was odd, because Frank wasn't certain that you could light something on fire using only a microwave. That was all she'd had to use at the time, just a simple little microwave, sitting there minding its own business. Said microwave now happened to have flames spitting from around its door and a bit of smoke sputtering from it. There were sparks too, every once in a while.

“I seriously did not know that would happen,” said Frank. She leaned a little closer to the inferno that she'd inadvertently caused. The flames were rather on the fascinating side of things. Honestly though, Frank expected someone to pop up and try to put out the fire or something pretty soon now.

“Who wants to take bets on whether or not it explodes!?” she asked, turning around and grinning. “You know, before someone, like, puts the fire out or some junk. How about you? Oh, yeah, not for money, 'cuz that's just stupid. But, like, for, I dunno, doing something stupid. How's that sound?”

Doing something stupid; wasn't that the title of Frank's autobiography?

[Jackson Smith]

Jackson was not a fan of fire. It was the opposite of his ability, he was water, and fire was fire. Of course, he could put out fire easily, but it still set off alarm bells when he saw it.

So to smell smoke as he wandered around the school was... worrying. He didn't usually hang around in the dorms, unless he was going to see his mates or do something on the first floor, seeing as he didn't actually have a dorm himself. But he recognized that tone of voice - not the actual voice, who it was was a total mystery to him. He just knew that they were mucking around.

Jack stepped into the room and - holy fuck, the microwave was on fire. He felt water on his hands, an automatic response, and shook it off. He was gonna be cool. He even laughed at the site, and how the girl who seemed to be responsible was acting, suggesting bets... this was pretty brilliant. "I bet," he spoke up, facing the girl who was anonymous to him and pondering what to bet, "I bet something edible," he decided, grinning stupidly, "That that microwave will explode within 2 minutes." He wasn't sure how good his prediction skills were, but he was enjoying this, no matter if he was panicking slightly, in the back of his mind.

"If it doesn't, however, I'll put it out." He explained. It wouldn't be difficult, and no-one else seemed to be doing anything. Jackson wondered if she would take him up on this offer - she seemed fun, why wouldn't she?

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Something edible?" repeated Frank, grinning, "Aww, c'mon, like, everything's edible, technically, or, y'know, actually for me. But I guess I'll take you up on that," true, Frank had been pulling for the microwave to explode, though she didn't think that was really a possibility. What she'd put it in it might be a little flamey overall, but it really wasn't explosive. The microwave did let off a few more sparks and smoke a little though, as though it realized the desire of those who watched and wanted to fulfill their wish.

Frank was half tempted to get a little closer, but there was this small chance that she might burst into flames or something. That didn't sound overly fun, so she figured she could hang back, at least for now. She drifted close to the guy who'd taken her up on the offer, grinning over at him. She stuck a hand out, "We'd better shake on it, make it official," she said. She'd wait for him to put his hand in before giving it a hearty shake. Ignoring would be met with just a shrug. "Name's Frank, by the way, and-- oooh, pretty sparks!"

For the microwave had shot off a few other sparks, the little bursts of light and flame shooting into the area. Jackson's guess was a pretty decent one, given that the microwave only had a minute and a half or so left on its time. Still looked more flamboyant than explosive though. Pity.

[Jackson Smith]

Jackson felt his head tilt in confusion, and he chuckled. Maybe she just meant she had a huge appetite? He didn't delve into it too much though, it didn't matter. Anyway, she had accepted his offer. He grinned widely and put his hands in his pockets, sauntering a little closer to the inferno as she turned and approached him. When her hand was offered, he considered it for a second, before giving a curt nod and continuing to smile, "Alright then." His own hand came out and he grabbed onto her's, shaking back with a similar strength.

Boy, was that microwave an attention whore! He took in this new found information, though... her name was Frank? Eh, he wasn't one to judge something like that. His hand slipped back in his pocket and he turned towards the flames - knowing the staff of Bellefonte, someone would be on the case soon enough. But he was having fun. "Jackson." He replied, simply stating his name, but facing the red heat in front of him. His neck turned to look at the girl again, "Nice to meet you, Frank."

Jack focused on the mini oven again, pondering a thought. "So, d'you have a burning hate for microwaves or something?" Ok, that was a terrible pun and was completely unintended, but as crap as it was, it was in the air now. His posture slouched and he continued to hold back the urge to put out the flame there and then, but the desire was building.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Jackson? Like the super awesome singer guy who got a bad rap for playing with small children Jackson? That is so a last name," said Frank the girl, obviously totally aware of the irony of making fun of someone for their name. She stared at the attention whore of a mircrowave, which had definitely sprouted flames now, real ones, sort of licking the air and dancing about. perhaps not quite as exciting as the sparks, but perhaps a little more flamboyant and noticeable.

"What? Nah, I just wanted--- oh wait, burning hate! That's a good one!' Frank chuckled, then gave Jackson a little punch on the shoulder. "Burning hate! It's funny 'cuz the microwave's totally on fire now," she let out a little sigh and turned to look at the conflagration that she'd been responsible for. "Nah, I think I just left some aluminum foil in there. That stuff actually doesn't taste very good when cooked; there's your fun food fact for the day."

She rocked back on her heels and studied the mircrowave intently. It gave off several more sparks, indicating that it had less than a minute left. The thing did look like it wanted to sort of explode though. What with the flames and smoke and all. A couple of other people were starting to give it this nervous glance though, one that they shared with the pair standing by and watching. of course, Jackson and Frank weren't the only ones super interested in seeing if the microwave went up in flames; a few others were openly staring too.

[Jackson Smith]

Jackson laughed heartily - that was a new one, "Well, the last time I checked, Frank was a boy's name, so unless there's something you're not telling me..." He raised his eyebrows and smirked at the girl, he wasn't gonna knock her name, but if she was gonna tease him, he had to retaliate. It was in his bones. He observed the fire that flickered in front of him, taunting him. Microwaves make good bonfires, apparently. He put his hands out in front of him to 'warm' himself. He had to fight pretty hard with himself to stop his hands from putting out the bright flames.

Jack suppressed his mirth - this girl was brilliant! He rocked sideways a little at the punch but stayed upright, because falling over would've made him look stupid. Not that he wasn't used to that or anything but y'know. And of course, she had left foil in a microwave. Because most sane people did that kind of thing. But what was she on about now? "Eating foil probably isn't a good idea in the first place." Surely you'd destroy your insides or something... like if you tried eating a shuriken. Not a very intelligent desicion to make.

To have other spectators was expected - a great, steaming fire on the first floor of the dorms was bound to catch people's attention. Jack was just amazed that no-one had done anything yet. It was entertaining how entrances everyone seemed to be, and he even chuckled to himself about it. Hopefully, by the time it did or did not explode, Jackson would still be able to put it out, setting the actual school on fire would not impress the faculty at all. They'd probably need some kind of believable story if they wanted to get out of this scot-free. "How're we," it was technically just Frank's fault, but seeing as he was now involved, he felt like some of the responsibility was his too, "gonna explain this to the teachers?"

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Well, it's obviously totally a girl's name too, 'cuz it's this girl's," Frank pointed at her self," name. So booya, Jackson 5," she flung her hands at Jackson and sort of wiggled her fingers, as though flinging the information back at him. And as far as the aluminum foil thing goes: "Dude, that's my super special power: I can eat whatever I want. Aluminum foil's kinda crunchy and junk, but it usually picks up whatever flavors you wrapped it in. I was kinda hoping for pizza, this time."

The microwave sparked again, setting out another thing. Then the insides started going off as though Frank had shoved firecrackers inside instead of the aforementioned foil. Flames shout out the top, and the microwave decided that now was a good time to stop the whole working thing. It let out a sick sounding whine, the kind usually reserved for dying animals.

"I think it's dead," said Frank, pointing, "but yeah, you can, do whatever to it now," she waved her hand, and the microwave responded by letting out another spark. She'd carefully avoided the whole "what to do when the staff finds out" issue. She'd actually probably substitute "if" for "when" if she had her druthers, but they sorta had a flaming microwave to deal with right now.

[Jackson Smith]

Frank was strange. But in a good way, because it made her fun, even if she did seem a bit completely insane. And Jackson 5, smooth nickname. "Whatever you say, Frank Sinatra." Jack... wasn't even sure where that had come from. But it was a guy musician, he knew that much. If she was gonna think of nicknames he was to. He waved off her hand gestures, trying it hit her hands in the process. He probably looked a little demented right now but he had lost the will to care.

That was one whacked up power, "So, you can eat like, iron nails and shit?" That was damn weird. Undeniably awesome, of course, but that couldn't deter from the weirdness. "I'm a liquid manip - can control anything liquid that flows." He explained. She might as well know, anyway.

The microwave wheezed after it's little show and he sighed, that was a shame. He also sighed out of relief, maybe this would be over soon so he didn't have to have a heart attack everytime the flames stretched upwards. When she gave him the get go, he nodded, "Alright then." He waited for the right moment, then swiftly unplugged the microwave from its socket. He wasn't stupid - water plus electricity was never going to end well. He went up to the sink and began running the tap, pulling the water aside with his power. Once he had a fairly large amount, he hovered it over the microwave and dropped it on, slowly leaning back over to stop the tap from running as he gathered all the droplets and began surrounding the appliance with water. It was dying down now, and he felt more comfortable.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Yeup," said Frank, nodding at Jackson's guess of her power. Well, not really guess, more like expanding on what Frank had already mentioned. She didn't mind the nickname either, though she wasn't entirely sure who Frank Sinatra actually was beyond, you know, a male singer with the same name as her. Wouldn't be the first time someone tried it, and it sounded better than "Frank 'n' Beans", so Frank was gonna take it. "Though I can totally eat other stuff too. I could probably eat the microwave, if we have to, like, dispose of evidence or some junk."

Which Frank was seriously  considering at this point. The microwave was definitely dead, and she didn't have the faintest clue what to do with its smoldering remains. Thankfully, Jackson's power was a little more useful in this regard. Frank watched with growing excitement as Jackson redirected the water flow. "See, now that is one badass power! You're like Water Guy! Or, you know, the whole bending people dudes, the ones with the arrows on their forehead? you know what I mean?"

Frank stepped up to stand next to Jackson, which also put her fairly close to the smoldering, soaked wreck of a microwave. Frank stared at it for several seconds, considering. She leaned on one leg to look, then at the other, finally settling back down. "So.... does that count as exploding or not?"

[Jackson Smith]

"Awesome." Although Jackson loved his power (he was almost lucky to have such a good one, in his opinion), he liked finding out about all the varying ones that were around - him, like many others in Bellefonte, liked to find out what made everyone unique; there were some pretty quirky powers around. Frank's could prove pretty useful... especially if they did actually need to get rid of any evidence. The burn marks weren't hiding anything though.

He smiled, letting out a chuckle and looking at the floor for a moment, before setting his focus back on the water. He knew he needed to sort out his multi-tasking abilities when it came to being able to perform his power whilst doing other things, like talking to people. "Yeah, the avatars, Aang, I know what you mean." Jackson drawled, showing his understanding.

If any of his friends heard him, they would wonder what the hell he was on about.

The microwave seemed about sorted, some smoke still seeping out into the air, but fading into little wisps of invisible darkness. Jack furrowed his brow as Frank approached the machine, a slight worry that it might do some last-minute attack. But... it seemed alright, so the aquakinetic poured the water down the drain, sucking any extra moisture out of the floor, microwave and any droplets that had landed on their clothing, "I have no idea." He spoke truthfully. Once all the water had flowed away, he shook his hands over the sink, "Why don't we just say that it both did and didn't explode, and we both get something edible to eat?" He queried, "Edible on my terms." He added, grinning. He wasn't about to attempt to eat a teaspoon or something.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

{argh, I am so sorry, Apple. This thread just sort of slipped out of my notice somehow. I'm kinda bummed, 'cuz it's a fun one. I promise not to make you wait, like, a week an' a half again (seriously, just prod me or somethin' next time)}

"Avatars?" repeated Frank, wrinkling her nose in confusion. "I thought those were the big blue people who had sex with their tails," because of course that was the detail that would stick out in Frank's mind. She was already picturing big, blue creatures somehow bending water and sort of attacking one another, which, in her mind, would probably have made for a better movie. As always, there was something to distract Frank. In this case, it just happened to be a totally dead microwave.

So no conclusion on whether or not that counted as exploding. Bummer. Frank had been sort of hoping that they'd be able to tell people that they'd totally exploded a microwave before. She guessed that demolishing one was still pretty cool though, and that she could always say they'd blown it up; not like anyone would doubt it, especially coming from someone like Frank. Jackson seemed to sort of agree with her, which was all the affirmation she needed.

"You just want to see me eat a microwave," she insisted, looking offended for about five seconds. She soon collapsed into giggles and sprang upon the microwave. She circled it a few times though, reaching out to poke and touch it. She expected it to be sharp or hot or something. Not that she couldn't eat stuff that was really hot, mind; it just tasted super weird whenever she did. "So where do you think I should start? Maybe scoop out insides and go all cavewoman on it?" this would not be the first time Frank had attempted to eat a device from the inside out. This was how she'd learned that computer chips were not as tasty as their potato counterparts, and likely not quite as nourishing either, come to think.

"waiiiiit," she looked over at Jackson, her grin turning evil, "are you gonna be eating too? 'cuz that totally makes it sound like you're gonna," the last was said in a sing song voice, and she reached over and poked him a few times, as if that could help jerk him into doing what she wanted.