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[An aggrieved-looking man in a stunningly ugly sweater stares at the camera. The sweater's glorious blinking Rudolph looks particularly festive with his glowing green eyes. A pair of pointed ears jab out from under a mess of long red hair, and his eyebrows could almost count as little wings, with their tips poking free from his face and mixing with his hair. To say he looks ridiculous would be polite.]

Greetings. [He hesitates for a moment before forging on.] I am Aethas Sunreaver, a new arrival and member of Odin's House.

I confess that my introduction serves more than one purpose. My world is... quite different from this one. As such, I find myself ill-equipped to use several of the facilities.

[A single ear flicks in irritation.]

Notably, the laundry facilities. There is little I can offer in exchange for assistance except appreciation. Possibly conversation as well, but I claim no mastery of it.

[He pauses.]

Instructions on the 'vacuum' would also be welcome.

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Woah. Nice eyebrows. And nice ears. They match.

[This is not the help he wanted. Enjoy that slight, but temporary, frown, Sollux.]

I must refuse the credit, but I accept the compliment. I admit that your horns are quite striking. Are they bone or keratin?

[He tilts his head to the side, leaning forward to place his chin in his clasped hands. His elbows balance on the desk.]

[ He looks up, as though he might actually be able to see them. Then he just shrugs. ]

Both? Both I guess.

[Aethas nods.]

Then much more like a gazelle than typical human-type horns. They are usually, barring magic, pure keratin. I apologize for the forwardness! My curiosity got the better of me. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mister...?

Since when do humans have horns?

[ He misses the whole latter half, and the question as well. Or at least, if he doesn't, he pretends he does. ]

It's an unfortunate medical condition. Very much rare, but it's certainly possible for humans to grow horns. Though admittedly nothing quite like yours!

[He contemplates asking again, but if the child didn't wish to answer, there was little point. Sollux instead gets a smile.]

So the only time humans are a little bit normal is when they're mutants. Great.

[ He pauses a beat, and-- ]

Sollux. Who are you?

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[He's trying not to grin at the sweater, he really is. Ryan's own is decorated in kittens tangled up in light-up holiday lights, he has no room to talk.]

You can probably still hand-wash things, if you need to-- but, um, things really aren't that hard to get used to once you know how they work. I could try writing down instructions?

[Just peering curiously at the feed. There are a million questions he's stifling, mostly about Aethas' appearance, but they can wait.]

[Dismay appears in his expression.]

I wish to avoid hand-washing, if at all possible. [What kind of respectable Archmage gets his hands dirty?]

Your offer is most appreciated, Mister...?

Farrow-- Ryan Farrow. You're still going to have to put a bit of effort into folding everything, but at least the rest of it is a lot easier.

[...alright, no, the questions really can't wait, he is entirely too curious.]

You're some sort of elf, right? I don't think I've seen anybody with eyes like that at all, you've got to be from somewhere completely new, or-- or just unfamiliar, anyway. I mean, I like to think I've seen a lot by now, but...

Sin'dorei. I am what would translate as a 'Blood Elf'. I am unsurprised at our lack of presence. In my world, we are a... small race.

[Aethas gives a half-bow, or as close as he can get while sitting.]

It is a pleasure to meet you, Mister Farrow. I assume you are human?

[Excuse him while he makes a note of that- literally. That beaten notebook is stuffed with bits of information on new things he's been exposed to, here.]

Close enough to it-- I mean, well, yes. Effectively. Human with a little less strangeness attached now that I'm here, I'm not sure if any of us have any sort of powers where you're from.

[Aethas stares, torn between approval for the thoroughness and a raised eyebrow at the rudeness. He settles on flicking an ear.]

Many of you have one type of magic or another. It sounds as though it is uncommon in your world? But I may presume too much from the word 'strangeness'. My apologies, if so.

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[ Finally, someone more lost than he is. The past week's been a whirlwhind of microwaves and frozen dinosaur chicken, mysterious screens and the far more arcane 'Pink Floyd', magic and muggle technology alike of heretofore unseen varieties that boggle and perplex.

It's all incredible, when it's not intensely frustrating. ]

Of course, Sir Sunreaver.

[ Something about 'mister' just doesn't seem to fit when someone's staring over at you with miniature headlamps in their skull. Sometimes, the old words were the best words. ]

I reside in Odin House myself, I can make my way down shortly, if you require an explanation of their function? I only recently learned as well; I can vouch that they're a bit of a tricky devil to figure out at first, but easy enough to pick up from there.

[Albus is miles ahead of Aethas. He's still wondering where all the water elementals are hidden. Microwaves will cause an existential crisis.]

That would be most satisfactory. I'm pleased that I am not alone! As fascinating as this world is, it seems that every new item means a new lesson to be learned. Intriguing, but tiring.

[He gives a small smile.]

You may call me Aethas. What shall I address you as?

[ The smile's met in kind, a little slip of a thing, but no less genuine for its size. The amusement's real enough, though more an ungentle thing. How kind, to allow him the honour of a first name.

It's been ages since he treated with any non-humans; winter leaves the Mermish sluggish and ill-tempered, and the current Centaur chief of the forest has been busy seeing to an internal coup. He's out of practice, let alone with one of a race so utterly unfamiliar. ]

Albus Percival Wulfric Bryan Dumbledore, at your service, Aethas. You're quite welcome to pick from any of those, although 'Albus' is likely the easiest for us both.

I'll head downstairs forthwith. I daresay that I should be easy enough to spot -- barring recent arrivals, I'm liable to be the only human in purple robes.

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[Aethas looks intrigued at the mention of robes. Albus, you are speaking his language. But he doesn't comment, instead letting his smile grow a bit wider.]

I shall meet you there, Wulfric.

[He flicks off the video, any smugness layered over with the worry of what was to come. He'd prodded the machines earlier, tentative and wary, but the controls were foreign enough to keep any tinkering at bay. He rarely yearned for gnomes- let alone goblins- but the impulse crept in. If nothing else, they would be available to blame when things went wrong.]

[The trip downstairs took only a short few minutes; he clasped a basket packed with snowy white sheets. Their bottoms were folded in such a way to hide the dark brown stains. His sole attempt to craft tea had ended at the first sip. Water, he's convinced, was never meant to come out of a tap that hot.]

[He forces himself not to thunder down the last flight of stairs. It's a near thing, though he's grateful for it when he spies a man decked out in purple robes. He refrains from waving, despite the impulse, and straightens his back. Aethas is far from above using his height to his advantage.]

[ Albus Dumbledore is not a short man, by his own time, but his arrival in Asgard has seen him dwarfed by just about every manner of being.

Seldom before have they quite so much resembled large, bipedal moths.

He lounges casual against the edge of the doorway, hands clasped neatly behind his back. He peers up from half-moon spectacles, that same little grin lingering at the edge of his lips as he steps forward to greet him. There's no hint of pause in the way that he reaches out for the basket. ]

Ah, Aethas! Here, allow me.

[ The machines stand still, white, and silent, a long lifeless line of metal boxes. ]

Now, I'm a new student to this as well, so I can't promise perfect results, but I'm certain that together we'll manage quite nicely. There should be soap -- the large orange bottle -- in that cupboard just over there, we'll need that first.

Arrived today, did you?

[Aethas hands the basket over with no complaint, too busy eyeing the white cubes. They look like something robbed from a particularly tall gnome's workshop. Uniform, crisp, clean, and shiny, they may as well be Titan devices. Though admittedly, he'd likely know more about those.]

Late yesterday, actually! It took me some time to figure out the bracelet. While technology is not unknown to us, such networks are not. [He creeps over to the cupboard and digs out the orange bottle. The liquid's sloshing earns a wary look. Everything is a potential harbinger of death unless proven otherwise.]

I must say-- thank you for doing this. I can only imagine you have better things to be doing with your day! But it is appreciated, no matter the quality of the product. So long as none of the machines explode, it is likely better than what I would have produced.

[The engineers of Dalaran had, after a time, forbidden his explorations of their devices. Modera's smirk still haunted him. He slips back over, carefully unscrewing the cap off the bottle.

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