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[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...?

[ That's okay, as long as you don't spray it in his face, he'll be fine... Jason does yell out an obscenity all the same, so Ciel was smarter than he thought to soundproof his dang room, but if nothing else, their efforts aren't in vain. As the "smoke" from the fire extinguisher clears, it leaves on residual smoke from the fire, and a toaster buried in foam. Success!! ]

Ah... Shit, yeah, looks like we go it. Shit...

[ Jason sighs in relief, then brushes off some of the foam that got on him as he steps back. ]

Jesus, how did you get it stuck that bad?

[GOOD because Oz was a little concerned that with his luck, the dang thing would continue smouldering away despite using the extinguisher. IT WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN TOO SURPRISING...

But it looks like the fire is gone and Jason's only marginally splatted with extinguisher foam, so it's a Mission Success.]

Um... I'm not really sure. [IT JUST HAPPENED. A faulty product, maybe, or just Oz's phenomenally terrible luck striking in the kitchen after months of no accidents.]

But thanks for getting it back open!

Well, uh, sorry to break it to you man, but just 'cus I got it open doesn't really mean much.

[ He gives it a meaningful look, since it is pretty much black underneath the foam. ]

Gonna say that one's a loss.

[Whatever was baking inside has become one with the toaster oven... Oz looks on forlornly, sighing.]

I guess I'll just have to buy another one. Still, you stopped it before anything else could catch fire! [AT LEAST THERE'S THAT.]

Yeah, and good thing, too.

[ He sighs, then shakes his head before he points at the canister. The big brother is coming out now... ]

Now, listen, you need to get yourself another one of those, since they're pretty much one use only. And I mean, I didn't end up bad or nothin', but next time, you need to be callin' the fire department before the police, all right?

[NO... HE'S NOT GOING TO BE ABLE TO SURVIVE but at least it's not a scolding or anything. Scolded by the police... that isn't how he wanted to spend his baking night!!]

Okay! Where do I get them? [...] And what's the fire department? I thought you were just supposed to call the police when you had emergencies...

...Jesus.

[ That bad, huh? He's briefly taken aback by the question, since it's so obvious to him, but after a moment's pause, he explains as best he can. ]

Well, no, not always. Police come to fight the bad guys, but fire isn't really a bad guy or anything. It's just fire. This one was pretty small, so it wasn't no big deal, but if you got a big fire, you gotta have people that are really trained to handle that kind of stuff.

[ He continues his explanation, which includes the number he should call, but after that, he reaches into his back pocket to pull out his wallet, and from there, a small, plain business card. But it's just the contact info they give for every police officer, and this one has Jason's name and contact info on it. ]

Anyway, here. This is all my info, so if you're in trouble, you can call me too. But if it's fire, call them first. [ a beat, then] ...Introducin' myself with a business card feels kinda weird, though, so what's your name? I'm Jason—Jason Stackhouse.

[PLEASE GUIDE HIM, JASON... He is in need of so much help.]

Oh! I didn't know they had a separate group of people who dealt with that... [He just thought it was an all-encompassing thing! Like some sort of Emergency Defense Squad! But this makes sense too, because god knows how they put out their fires where he comes from but they could probably use an entire department dedicated to firefighting.

He'll listen to the explanation attentively though, nodding along and then reaching out to take the business card when it's offered. It's looked over briefly and then tucked into his shirt pocket.

AND THEN THE EXPLANATION IS OVER and it's time to make another friend aw yeah.]

I'll do that, I promise - and my name's Oz! ["And I don't normally set things on fire".] Have you been on the police force here for a while?

Yeah, nice to meet you, Oz.

[ Jason nods approvingly with a warm, friendly smile himself. In his mind, he's definitely thinking that he's going to have to look out for this kid, since he needs Help, but little does he know he needs GFantasy levels of Help. ]

But yeah, ever since I got here, pretty much. Been uh... Shit, two months, I guess? [ He looks incredulous for a moment, but then shakes his head as he realizes: ] Oh, uh, sorry about the language.

You, too! [POOR, POOR JASON. May he rest in peace after he's done being bowled over by the GFantasy Train of Pain.

Oz is well used to cursing by now, at lest, so he shakes his head.]

It's fine! [HE'S USED TO IT and at least Jason doesn't act like a cranky old man while he's swearing, so it works out. More importantly:] But two months? I guess you've been here longer than I have if you've been working there that long.

[CONGRATS, JASON.]

Yeah, probably so. Me and my friends, we've been here longer than most people, I think?

[ He reaches up to rub the back of his neck a bit sheepishly, since that's not the happiest thing to think about, since Mary had just left, but he's leaving figuring that out to Naoi. He wasn't a detective, so figuring out where Mary went... That was better for Naoi. But all the same, Jason gives Oz a smile. ]

You don't live alone here, do you? I mean, not that I'm judgin', but just makin' sure you're safe. [ you did just set your kitchen on fire ]

Ah! Were you part of the group with the burgers?

[Oz has heard many a tale... But he doesn't linger on it for very long either, being as sensitive as he is to the atmosphere, though he just figures Jason probably isn't entirely pleased about being stuck here for so long. Shaking his head!]

Thanks for worrying, but I don't live alone, so it's okay. Grandpa sleeps in that room over there, and Zara and Gil spend a lot of time here, too. We'll be fine! [BUT WILL THEY REALLY.]

Edited 2015-01-29 02:47 (UTC)

[ THE BURGERS... Jason grimaces, but he nods. ]

Ah... Yeah, I was. [ naoi ]

But anyways, that don't matter. It's good your grandpa is here, yeah. I lived with my Gran, er, my grandma, that is, before I came here. [ But that's a slip, so he adds after a beat and a sheepish look. ]

...Well, no, that ain't quite right. Back at home, I mean, since I was in another place before here, but the point is, that's good. He doesn't need any help around the house, does he? [ because jason is here to help actual grandpas... not the rest of my roster ]

[LOOK.......

But Oz just nods along at that, blissfully unaware!]

Mm, nope, we can handle things around here pretty well. It's really nice of you to offer, though. [AND HE SMILES like a stupid sunflower because he really is happy that Jason's being so kind and accommodating... it touches him a lot okay...

But after a second of hesitation:] There seem to be a few people who came here from a place that wasn't their home, I think. That was the case for me, too.

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