HEAT WAVE 🔥 let me show you everything i know

"Cooking... magic. They can't be so different, eh?"

He chuckles to himself and adds in a pinch of the red salt with an enthusiastic sprinkle, only to knock the whole bloody container over into the pot.

"Bollocks," John curses, looking around to make sure no one saw him muck up the recipe. He plates the meal he'd made all by himself thanks, and tries to foist it off on the first person who comes into the room. "It's Rachael Ray. Come on, do us a solid." This is his best please face.

ROULETTE 🎲 wanna take a chance?

John had been seriously bummed out by the lack of his magics in this godawful place. Though the absence of his angel friend goes a long way towards making this village a hell of a lot more peaceful than home. Peaceful naturally being a relative term. He's concentrating really bloody hard here, but nothing's happening. It's a clear, but breezy day, he can hear groffles lowing and beards chirping.

"Downright picturesque, isn't it?" He hates it, in case you weren't catching the sarcasm. Suddenly, John disappears into thin air. Pop, and he's by the lake in 7I, teetering on the edge of the bank. Later he'll blame the disorientation, but he falls straight into the water with an inelegant squawk. "Bloody Hell."

He takes a moment to wallow before he realizes what just happened. Did he just... teleport? Oh Hell yeah.

"That's more like it!" he exclaims, pumping a fist in the air with a bright smile John Bender style. "Take that, you bloody wankers!!" He blinks again and appears in front of the Inn. As far as powers go, he can think of a few ways to use this one to his advantage.

TEXTS 📞 mind my wicked words

Taking a poll: Am I the only one here who's damned to Hell? Because I'm not saying it's related to showing up here, but it seems related.