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[I FORGOT WHAT WE HAD PLANNED FOR THEM BUT here's a fine introduction...

ie Oz calling the police station probably at some stupid hour, so hopefully Jason wasn't sleeping too soundly or anything! As soon as he picks up, he'll hear a harshly whispered:]

Is this this police?! Hello??

[ He was working on an office catapult made out of rubberbands, in fact!! Since the local CERES police station does not exactly get calls really, uh, ever, the phone ringing surprises Jason greatly, making a rubber band snap back and hit him right in the face. Of course. ]

Shit! Wait, shit the phone— Fuck!

[ At least he gets the profanities out of the way beforehand, and he picks up the phone, ready to say something official sounding, but Oz beats him to speaking first. Jason's brow knits together with a serious expression, and he answers as calmly as he can. ]

Uh, yes sir, it is. Are you in trouble?

[WOW JASON what an elegant swan full of grace and poise you are...

Anyway, Oz keeps up the whispering throughout the whole of the conversation, like perhaps he is hiding from a murderer and trying not to be caught...!! Or maybe because he's trying to hide something from his roommate and he doesn't know that said roommate has a soundproofed door...]

Yes—! How do you put out an electric fire if you can't open the thing where the fire is?!

Woah, woah, you got a fire?

[ That's the wrong department, he thinks, but... Do they even have firefighters here? This is a question that Jason doesn't know the answer to, so he guesses it's up to him...?! ]

Uh, well, what's on fire, exactly?

The toaster with the window? I forgot what it's called!

[HE'S PANICKING AND ALL OF HIS KNOWLEDGE OF FUTURISTIC THINGS IS FLYING OUT THE WINDOW.]

I can't get the door to open! Am I even supposed to open the door?!

Woah there, calm down—

[ Jason says, but he's still like ??? himself, so... They're both strugglin' already... ]

Did you unplug it at least?

[This is going to go well, wow. Oz is going to die here.]

Unplug it? [There are the sounds of rustling in the background and the melodic muffled crackling of a fire. Oz reaches out to tug the plug from it's socket, which is naturally kind of a stupid thing to do when the thing's already sorting out. There's a little arc of electric charge that spans between the plug and socket, which startles Oz into dropping it with a loud:] AH—

[And then the pHONE CLATTERING TO THE FLOOR...

But that's because Oz immediately slapped both hands over his mouth, concerned about waking up Ciel.]

[ Ciel is currently dead to the world ]

[ Jason, on the other hand, is not, and he's suddenly very concerned about his poor phone friend... Giving instructions over the phone is hard!! ]

Hey, hang on there, man! I'll be there soon. No, wait, my number—

[ At which point Jason uses the magic of technology to switch the phone to his personal line, but thankfully the fates are kind and put Oz's dumb apartment close to the police station... So off Jason is heading to the address he read off the screen, and he's running. He'll help you little man!! ]

You okay?

[JASON IS SO HEROIC. It's a shame that all of his heroism is wasted on such a moron and his equally moronic problem...

Oz scrambles to pick the phone back up as soon as he realizes that Ciel has miraculously not woken up yet, that said, and then hunches down back near the cupboards where he had been before. He's so covert... NO ONE WILL EVER NOTICE HIM.]

Is this the policeman?! I'm okay, but something just made a really loud popping sound—

Yeah, I'm headin' over there now! Just hold tight, I'll be there soon to help.

[ And because he is Fit, here he is at the apartment building!! Now to head upstairs... Which brings him to an important point. ]

Uh, which suite do you have anyways? This place is huge...

[BLESS JASON. Oz makes a little wheezy noise of distress, gaze darting between the front door, the bedroom doors, and the fiery toaster oven.]

Oh, I'm on- [INSERT FLOOR AND ROOM NUMBER HERE] so it's right by the elevator! I'll open the door for you!!

[And he does!! DOOR IS OPENED smoke will lead the way...]

[ And amazingly, the nice police officer that barrels in not long after is someone that actually looks halfway competent and definitely an adult! This is a great accomplishment for this place, okay... That said, once he opens his mouth, the seeming competence may go down, since he coughs, waving his hand to clear the smoke before he just gets out: ]

Jesus, I didn't think it was this bad!

[ He's at least watching his mouth around Oz the child(??), so he crouches too. ]

Hey, where do you keep your fire extinguisher? Big red can, should be one in here somewhere.

[BEGGARS CAN'T BE CHOOSERS OKAY and Oz will take anyone who at least kind of sort of knows what they're doing, since honestly, that's still better than he's doing.

Except wait--]

Fire extinguisher? [BIG RED CAN??] I've never seen anything like that before!

[It's probably in the linens closet and he just hasn't ever had a reason to go in there...]

...Shit, seriously?

[ So much for not cussing. Jason stares at him incredulously for a moment, but then ends up just shaking his head as he stands quickly, starting to open the cabinets in the kitchen. ]

Help me look! It's a big, red can with a hose on it, you can't miss it.

It's not in with the food; I definitely would have noticed that!

[But he's opening the lower cabinets anyway, down where the pots and pans and occasional Breaks are. It's a good thing Ciel's door is soundproof, because he kind of forgets to be quiet in his rush...]

Where is it supposed to be?!

I don't know! It's different in every apartment!

[ But since Oz has the cabinets covered, Jason stands, going to check the linens closet, and lo and behold, there it is, thank god. He pulls it out, then comes back to grab a towel for a makeshift potholder, which he uses to try and open the toaster oven's door. Just how stuck is it... ]

[IT'S PRETTY DANG STUCK. Don't question it, Jason. Oz has the magic ability to ruin things in impossible ways just by standing next to them for too long. It'll probably take a fair amount of tugging and he might damage the door a bit, but he'll be able to get it open soon enough!

Oz, who sort of scooted over as soon as Jason reappeared with the canister, hovers nearby.]

What do I do?! Should I do anything—?

[ Jason will persevere! Though it will take some effort, so after realizing that, he takes a step back, pulls the pin out of the fire extinguisher, then hands it to Oz. ]

Okay man, as soon as I get the door open to this thing, you just point the nose at it, then pull the trigger. Go crazy, ain't too much in this case.

[ So with that duty passed off, he'll grab the handle with both hands and really give it a good yank to open it. GO OZ. ]

[Oz just stands there holding onto the canister and looking for all the world like Jason probably just made a terrible life decision BUT HE WILL DO HIS BEST!! So as soon as Jason opens the door, he- struggles for a second trying to find the trigger, whoops, BUT WHEN HE DOES

well, first he probably sprays Jason a little, because there's more force behind the extinguisher than he had anticipated. BUT THEN he gets the oven, covering it quickly in foam until he can't see flames anymore.]

Is it out...?

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