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[atowncalledtreffy]

Spoken like someone who's never seen what damage a kitchen fire can set to a house.

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I'm-- well aware of just what a kitchen fire can do.

[ trevor please ]

[atowncalledtreffy]

So why have a kitchen in your cabin? It doesn't make sense.

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I'm equally aware of the precautions one takes to avoid such a fate.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Yeah.

Like not having a fire in your cabin.

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That is one way to avoid it, yes. There are others.

[atowncalledtreffy]

I shudder to think.

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Basic fire safety, for one.

[atowncalledtreffy]

'Don't light yourself or your home on fire'.

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You haven't had any deeply traumatic experiences with fire in your life, have you?

[atowncalledtreffy]

Nope. Not a one.

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Then where has this concern come from?

[atowncalledtreffy]

Concern about not burning to death from kitchen fires that were all too common back home? God, I wonder.

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[ Elias loathes that he can't just See in Trevor's head, like he ought to be able ]

Only the unlucky ones. Smoke inhalation would render most sleepers thoroughly unconscious.

[atowncalledtreffy]

How the fuck did we get on this dark fucking subject, again?

[His family's always been unlucky]

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I am an Avatar of an eldritch Fear entity

[atowncalledtreffy]

You talk about it like it's a fucking job interview. 'Hello, my name is Elias, I'd like to apply for the position of Apocalypse Bringer. Prior qualifications? Well, I'm a stuck-up nobleman who's fond of murder but I don't like getting blood on my suits.'

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I'm indifferent to murder, generally.

[ the rest sounds about right, though he isn't noble. ]

[atowncalledtreffy]

Even worse.

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Oh? What attitude should one take to murder?

[atowncalledtreffy]

...

Look, I came here to make sure you were all right. You clearly are. I'll drop off some milk in about twenty minutes.

I don't have the energy, patience, or brain to go into circling conversations about murder that lead to nowhere.

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[ elias sighs to himself ]

No, such conversations aren't for everyone, I suppose. It was easier to know what would or wouldn't take someone's interests when-- well. No, I believe most people would prefer me not rifling through their mind for interesting topics of conversation.

[ he doesn't attempt to appear sorry, he knows trevor wouldn't believe it. but he makes his smile a little less enthused. ]

I will leave my door open for you, when you arrive.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Most people don't like others rifling through their minds regardless of who it is.

[He's already had Jon in there and hated it.]

Fine, yeah.

[He gives a quick nod goodbye and shuts the communicator off. Trevor is not pleased that the door is going to be open because it means a second chance for a murder conversation ambush, but twenty minutes later he's there with the milk, regardless]

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[ if Tervor knocks he'll be invited in, and when he enters he'll find Elias is sitting writing at his desk. the room is small, with a plush and ornate carpet and walls covered in old-fashioned bookcases.

Elias looks up, then stands to greet him properly. ]

I haven't a fridge, so feel free to set it down wherever there's space. Not on any books or papers, if you don't mind.

[ that does narrow down the available surfaces, but there is space ]

[atowncalledtreffy]

[Trevor, the lone non-academic in a sea of them, picks his way through books and papers carefully and with learned practice. He rolls his eyes a little and finds a place for the milk bottle.]

You seem to be moving around all right, for a man who was dead.