[All he'd wanted to do was put hot water in the stupid cup and have the closest thing to cup noodles he could find. For comfort sake. That's all. He didn't count on his arm setting off the appliance. Or the fire.]
[He also really didn't count on broadcasting the whole incident.]
[This is a stream of alien curses. He doesn't mean for it to happen. He's just not... well. In control of this whole mess just yet. But this is what happens when you go from a live-in school setting, to space prison, to the Castle, where most food is just plain green space goo.]
[This is what happens -- you don't do so well with cooking. Even microwave noodles in a cup.]
[So Sam is treated to the cursing, to images of fire and a microwave in the shared kitchen -- or the approximation thereof -- and a wave of startled panic because shit shit shit where's the suppression kit? This is the opposite of what he wanted... Mixed with jumbled memories of ramen cooking in a coffee pot and blackened, burned coffee and why does this keep happening?]
29 ish - night time
[He also really didn't count on broadcasting the whole incident.]
[This is a stream of alien curses. He doesn't mean for it to happen. He's just not... well. In control of this whole mess just yet. But this is what happens when you go from a live-in school setting, to space prison, to the Castle, where most food is just plain green space goo.]
[This is what happens -- you don't do so well with cooking. Even microwave noodles in a cup.]
[So Sam is treated to the cursing, to images of fire and a microwave in the shared kitchen -- or the approximation thereof -- and a wave of startled panic because shit shit shit where's the suppression kit? This is the opposite of what he wanted... Mixed with jumbled memories of ramen cooking in a coffee pot and blackened, burned coffee and why does this keep happening?]