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[ The video starts with a view of a large crow zooming in and out of the frame in a panic. Then BANG! There's a loud sound from off-screen that the camera spins over to the three-legged crow flat against the wall, before comically sliding down.]

Onyx, what are you doing?!

[ There's a hoarse rasp that comes from the person holding the camera. Reluctantly, he turns the camera view towards a bunch of blankets, and Crow's head pops out of the bundle. The spunky redhead isn't quite as energetic at the moment, instead, he looks a bit stressed out.]

It's an apocalyptic catastrophe!

[ Crow's words come out as a scratchy croak. His poor angelic voice! He sounds horrible! ]

I think I lost my voice! And I need to fix it before the concert! Help! It's a crimson emergency! And I think drinking milk makes it worse!

[ He can't stand to hear his voice like this, so he's going to dive back into his cocoon of blankets. He's not going to subject anyone else's ears to this dissonance either. Crow's familiar tries to comfort him by perching on top of the pile of blankets and gently tapping his beak against it. There, there. Crow stops the video but follows up with a text after:]

DOES ANYONE KNOW ANY HOME REMEDIES TO CURE THIS?!!!! I'LL DRINK EVERYTHING UNDER THE SUN!!! I'LL DO ANYTHING EXCEPT SELL MY SOUL TO LUCIFER!! I JUST WANT TO PARTICIPATE IN THE CONCERT, DAMN IT!!!

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[ Crow watches as Darin puts this concoction together. The more things he adds, the less Crow wants to drink it. That drink...if you can even call it that...looks pretty gnarly in the glass. The garnish of leek doesn't even make it appealing either.

Crow swallows hard as he takes the glass. He did say he would do anything. He gets a whiff of the smell, and his stomach is already churning in anticipation.

All right, he can do this! The singer braces himself as he does a mental countdown before going for it. He downs the drink, slamming the glass back down on the table as he tries to get that taste out of his mouth.]

That was...fuckin' gross, man!

[He's still grimacing from the revolting taste in his mouth. Though it didn't seem to do the trick with his throat.]

[Darin whistles.]

Okay, so we can firmly establish you don't have fisherman's mouth.

When the fishermen of my hometown came back ashore with frogs in their throats, that's the name people started calling it. But if that's not what it is...

[Darin considers the time of year. Honestly, most people would think Darin was screwing with them, but he's actually being as earnest as possible. He really wants to hep his friend!]

Alright, let's try this...

[He gets another glass.]

Lemon juice...buttermilk...pinch of sugar...some honey...

[He stirs that up as he thinks, running a recipe through his head.]

Oh! Right! Ginger and peppermint!

[At least this is a lot more appealing sounding...]

Got a way to heat this up a bit? Drinking it cold makes the throat contract and that won't help.

Fisherman's mouth?

[With that taste still haunting his taste buds, he feels as if he did swallow a frog! Luckily Crow doesn't think that Darin is trying to prank him, this is too elaborate to be a prank. Plus, he knows the other man is a good guy and places his trust in him.

There's some promise with the new set of ingredients. Crow doesn't think you can ever go wrong with milk! At the question, Crow gestures over to the microwave.]

You could use that...? Oh, wait! Do they have these in your world?

They...do not. I took mine apart though so I kinda know how it works? I know I put the thing in and punch in a time.

[Darin puts the glass...with the metal spoon...into the microwave and prepares to push buttons...]

Y-you took yours apart?!

[ Crow sounds both impressed and suspicious. He watches with horror as Darin proceeds to stick a glass with a metal spoon inside.

Crow steps in before he can even start the device up.]

Wait a second! Do you want to blow a fuse?!

[ Crow takes the glass out and decides to pour the mixture into a microwave-safe mug. He also keeps the spoon, before placing it into the microwave.]

Okay, now you can punch in a time. It doesn't take long to heat up. Maybe 30 seconds to a minute?

Well...yeah, I wanted to know how it worked.

[He looks confused as he punches in the time for thirty seconds.]

Why'd you take the spoon out?

'Cause, you can't put metal in a microwave. I can't really explain why, because I don't get the science behind it.

[ Something another electricity. Crow doesn't know, but he knows it's a big NO-NO!]

But you can short circuit it or cause a huge explosion. Just don't do it, man. I don't want your room to burn down.

Oh...wow. Good thing you told me. I still haven't really figured out the technology of this world too well yet...

[He crosses his arms, frustrated.]

There really should be some sort of primer for people like me. I can't be the only one coming to Avalon not knowing what any of this stuff is...

My world is kind of similar in terms of technology! So if you have any questions, let me know and I can try to help!

[Crow is sure there are others who are pretty lost too. It wouldn't be a bad idea to have some sort of introductory class to bring everyone up to speed.]

You seem to be able to use your phone okay, so anything else will be a piece of cake!

Okay then, I've got one. Can you explain these 'video game' things? People keep comparing my world to one.

As for the phone thing...it's pretty intuitive. Even so, I'm still getting used to typing on it.

Video games?

[That's a little hard to describe without showing Darin.]

It's like a game you play on a television screen with a controller, or you can even play them on your phone too. There are different genres, so the way you play them can vary, but it's easy to get into. Maybe even addictive.

[He wonders if there are any pre-installed games on his phone. He never bothered to look since he figured it'll be something lame like solitaire.]

You have to be more hands-on to really understand. Though it's easy to get into once you learn the controls, you're unstoppable!

So then...why do people keep comparing my life and world to one? They keep saying it's like some kind of...Ar...Arrrpeee...?

Oh, an RPG? It stands for Role-Playing Game. Usually in those games, you play as protagonists in different classes like...

[Crow chuckles at little as he points at Darin.]

Like a blacksmith! Knight, Healer, or archer. You go on different quests, fight monsters, upgrade weapons and increase magical powers. Usually is set in older civilizations with provincial towns, castles, and lots of open lands.

People make games about that?

That's literally just my entire damn world! How is that fun?!

[Crow shrugs, but a smile still curves on his lips. It's amusing to see Darin get like this.]

I don't know. People like fantasy or a simpler way of life. Maybe they like the adventure or want to play the hero. It's fun because it's just a game and no real-life consequences. I'm sure things aren't so easy in your world, right?

Not even a little bit! If you ask me though, all of this crazy magitech has made life too easy for people.

Ugh, I sound like my Old man.

[The microwave timer goes off and Darin retrieves the glass.]

Okay, down the hatch! Drink it slow, though, it's hot!

Too easy? There's nothing wrong with convenience. Where I come from, people don't have much time to do anything, but work and sleep! So things that speed things up are useful.

[Though he understands what Darin means. Sometimes a convenience can lower the quality of things.

He eyes the pipping hot glass. Crow is a little apprehensive after drinking that other concoction. However, this one smells ten times better and the ingredients are a good combination. Crow accepts the glass, blowing at the liquid before drinking some of it. This one taste good and it helps to warm up his throat.]

This is very soothing.

Good! That means it might actually be working.

I heard from a bard once that drinking milk and honey creates a lot of mucus that makes it harder to sing, so you should never drink it before big performances.

But that same mucus is needed to lubricate the throat and vocal chords. If you drink that, you should be back to normal in no time.

[Crow takes a long sip before he hears the most blasphemous words come out of Darin's mouth. He nearly chokes on his drink as he addresses it.]

Don't drink milk?! I'm the son of dairy farmers, I've been drinking milk since I was born! There's no way I'm going to stop drinking milk, even if it never made me taller!

[Honestly, Crow doesn't have any business drinking dairy milk anyway since it's bad for hedgehogs. So maybe he's built up some sort of immunity that it doesn't affect his singing.]

Well, there's milk in this, isn't there? The other ingredients you put in here must be helping too! What else did you bring along?

Relax! It was just something a bard told me once! If milk runs through your veins, who am I to tell you otherwise??

[Seriously, though. It seemed like Crow had some complex feelings in regards to milk.]

I never pegged you for a farm boy, though. Not with the hot-blooded rocker personality.

[Darin digs through his bag and pull out...a leek.]

Okay, if you tie this around your neck it's supposed to...do...something.

Honestly, I never got this home remedy. I think it's supposed to open up your nasal passages by breathing in the leek...smell.

[He honestly has no idea.]

[He definitely has a complex...or an addiction. Crow has a hate/love relationship with dairy. It never made him taller, but it's his family's source of income. So ultimately, it's still his drink of choice in order to support his parents.

He does calm down as he sips at the concoction before it gets cold. However, he wrinkles his nose at Darin as he pulls out a leek. He gives the blacksmith a dubious look.]

You want me to walk around with a leek around my neck?

[Crow did say he'll do anything, and the only places he plans to walk around are in his room and within the hotel's walls. Still, the idea of someone seeing him like that, people might think he's some weirdo.

Still, the reasoning does seem sound. Open up the nasal passages? Crow takes the leek with his free hand, and sniffs the vegetable.]

Maybe this would be better in a soup?

[Like Crow has any idea how to make a leek soup! He'll probably chop it up through it into some boiling hot water and hope for the best.]

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