Time For Some FRENCH TOAST [Christina!]

[Oliver Lee Winchester]

Oliver wondered if she should make a business out of this.

He was starting to earn quite a reputation as Riverdale High School's resident fixer-upper, or so it seemed. With some, it was expected. Hayden had designated him to that role the second he saw that the boy was decent with a screwdriver (of course, there was far more to it than that, but as Hayden was a normal, he had to remain in the dark). Xelios presenting Oliver and Nate with a radio to fix made sense as well, considering he shared a dorm with them and was therefore privy to their sometimes incessant discussions and experiments.

Evie LeFevre, the reincarnation of Marie Antoinette, made less sense. She'd sought him out to work as a techie for her band. He'd agreed, as any excuse for money that didn't involve working at the McDonald's drive thru was a plus, but Oliver was still surprised that Marie/Evie had gone after him for the position, even going so far as to look for him on the grounds.

Now? Napoleon Bonaparte was in on the action.

Oliver was on decent terms with the former French emperor. The two weren't best friends or anything - They were too different for that. However, they did have a few things in common, their common role as recruiters for the RSOR being the main one. In addition, they were both good friends with Isabella Avadore, Joan of Arc herself.

Still, Oliver was surprised when Napoleon, now known as Chaz, had informed him that he had a job for the freshman, and to meet him out by his car. Oliver headed to his dorm after his last class of the day (art), and dropped off his books. Why stress his back any more than he needed to? He dug into a dresser drawer and extracted a few various tools. Chaz had not gone into detail about what he wanted Oliver to do, but most jobs that people had for Oliver involved fixing or making something, and he could only assume this one was the same. Even if it wasn't, it always helped to be prepared?

With all that said and done, Oliver headed out. He opted to use the stairs rather than the elevators, as he was in no real rush. When he reached the parking lot, he discovered that it was pretty much clear. It was late enough after school that most students who lived off the premises had headed home, and those who did live in campus were either hanging out inside or had gone somewhere in their cars. There were a few lingerers about, but Oliver was grateful that he'd waited a bit, as it would be much easier to find the car that he was looking for this way.

He was looking for an old beat up Ford Taurus. This didn't help too much, being that beat-up old cars were quite common in high school parking lots. The thought of a beat-up car made Oliver grin a little, wondering if he should ask Napoleon if he and Wilbur could perhaps borrow his car for a few flight experiments...

Then decided against it. He didn't think Chaz would like that too much.

After some searching (thank goodness for his self-made heelies, making the whole walking thing a bit easier), he finally came across a car that matched the description. Seeing no sign of Chaz as of yet, Oliver decided to lean against a lightpole the car was parked directly under. He stuffed his hands into his pockets, one hand pulling out his cell phone while the other remained in his pocket. He then started to send a text, simply for something to do. Maybe he should have brought his sketchbook outside, but then, he hated for anyone except a few people to see it, especially with all of the ideas he'd had as of late, so he had a tendency to leave it back in his dorm as of late.

Word count: 670
To: Christina/Chaz
Notes: I feel like this sucks. >.<

[christine]

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Chaz knew Oliver moderately well. Well enough, he assumed, that surely Oliver would not mind doing a favor for him. It had never even occurred to the sophomore that the other would mind acting as Chaz's personal technician. Tinkering with stuff was the sort of thing Oliver enjoyed, right? In a way, he was doing the younger boy a favor. He hadn't exactly asked the other reincarnate politely, either. Chaz had simply seen Oliver in the hall and curtly informed him that his expertise was needed. Knowing nothing about repairing objects himself, the former emperor had assumed that this little problem was one that could be fixed in the parking lot in about five or ten minutes, and so had told Oliver to meet him by his car and then flitted off before the freshman could say otherwise.

Chaz was in a jovial mood himself, his face pressed into a lax grin as he strode through the school hallway. Most of the other students had already cleared out; his locker was at the other end of the school from his last class and Chaz was certainly in no hurry. Oliver could stand to wait a few minutes at any rate. The sophomore was earning himself strange glances from the remaining stragglers clumped by their lockers. The blonde boy with a toaster clutched to his chest, cord bouncing along the ground behind him, was a bit of an odd spectacle. He seemed oblivious however, tapping his fingers methodically along the toaster's bright green side. His mother was selective about her kitchen decor; shopping for appliances was a day-long expedition in the Conte household. It had been between the green toaster patterned with hot pink flowers and the white toaster with the pastel polka dots, as Chaz recalled. The flower toaster had emerged victorious.

And then two days ago it had broke. Not the toaster itself - but the lever on the side refused to stay down. Chaz liked his toasted bagels, though he did not have the patience to manually hold down the toaster's lever and wait. And since buying a new toaster was out of the question, Oliver had immediately come to Chaz's mind. He'd heard that Oliver had fixed something or other for some normal. And besides, Oliver was Orville Wright - he'd practically invented airplanes. So repairing a toaster should be child's play.

Chaz pushed open the door leading out to the parking lot with his back, pulling the cord through behind him. He stiffened slightly at the cold air, glancing out towards the parking lot. His car was not exactly hard to find. Sure it was beat-up like many of the other vehicles, but the fact that it was parked at practically a forty-five degree angle set it apart from the rest. Perhaps that was a bit of an exaggeration, though Chaz really was a pathetic driver. The Taurus had various dents along its front bumper and a small crack in the bottom corner of the windshield. The “right of way” issue was something the sophomore never quite grasped. Regardless, he scanned the parking lot for the scrawny brunette. The little tinkerer had better be around – if he thought Chaz was going to stand in the cold with a floral toaster and wait for him, then he had another thing coming.

"Oliver!

[/color]" Chaz announced after spying Oliver standing, what do you know, right by Chaz's car. He strode proudly towards the freshman by the light post, noticing that he had a cellphone in hand. He hadn't been that late, Chaz thought haughtily, assuming the younger kid was texting him. Maybe five minutes or so; he was generally fairly punctual. He tightened his grip on the toaster, grabbing the trailing cord with his right hand and twirling it around his fingers.

Approaching the side of the car, Chaz slid his backpack from his shoulders, shifting the toaster as he withdrew his arms from underneath the straps. He discarded the bag promptly on the sidewalk before triumphantly placing the toaster on the hood of his car. He inspected it for a moment, unraveling the cord from around his hand. "There's something wrong with the lever.[/color]" He continued in a mellower, almost dull tone. "It won't stay down.[/color]" He did not know precisely how to describe the predicament, glancing to Oliver, verifying that the other reincarnate was comprehending.

"So...[/color]" He began coolly, arching a brow at the younger boy. Chaz straightened, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "How long would it take to fix?[/color]"
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NOTES Ugh sorry this sucks. I liked yours! Love the title. xD
WORDS 755.
LISTENING TO random stuffz
TAGGED Oliver/Mandee!
CREDIT BY HEY BAYBAY !? AT CAUTION !
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[Oliver Lee Winchester]

Oliver didn't mind playing Mr. Fix-It. Really, he enjoyed it far more than doing homework for classes. He would likely be doing something with machinery again in this life, so why not practice for that instead of having to name off all of the literary devices used in Of Mice and Men? He could understand being well-rounded, but he hated how schools were so standardized nowadays. All of the requirements left hardly any room for electives, and thus students were stuck with the daily grind of classes they might not even be interested in, rather than having a chance to explore what they really wanted to go into. Even in college, students had to take a set of required core classes before they could go on to their more specialized classes. Oliver wasn't a fan, but unfortunately in 21st century society that was the way things worked.

Oliver shivered a little as a cold breeze hit him, then brought his phone to his ear. He decided to reply to a voicemail that Isa had left him earlier while he was waiting. Unfortunately, she failed to answer the phone (it seemed as those these two were constantly playing phone tag), resulting in Oliver having to leave yet another voicemail. Just as he was wrapping up the voicemail, he spotted Chaz and quickly ended the voicemail so that he could divert his full attention to this strange sight.

Napoleon Bonaparte was approaching him carrying a green toaster with hot pink flowers on it.

The teen bit down on his lip, trying not to laugh at the sight, or the realization that yes, this was the former emperor of France carrying what looked to be a toaster decorated in the same fashion as Grandma Gladys' underwear. To any normal, it wouldn't look that way of course. To any normal, this only appeared to be a 16 year old blond boy carrying such a toaster to a 14 year old waiting for him in the parking lot. Which was still a funny sight, but not as funny as it was to those that knew the truth.

When Chaz approached, it was much easier for Oliver to keep his composure, if only because he was busy eying the toaster for its more mechanical qualities. He had experience with toasters - He'd fiddled around with one in his past life to get it to work just to his liking. When Chaz stated his name, Oliver took a quick look around, then responded. "Bonaparte."[/color] He indicated with a grin. He preferred to use old names when he could, and he knew that many other reincarnates were the same way. This was his way of letting Chaz know that he was perfectly fine with this.

Oliver continued to eye the toaster as Chaz placed it on the hood of his car. When Chaz declared what the malfunction was, Oliver reached out to push the lever down, a contemplative look on his face. Sure enough, instead of catching at the end where most normal functioning toasters would, the lever would pop right back up. Fortunately, a precise description was not needed. All Oliver needed to know was that this toaster was malfunctioning, and what the general malfunction was. He could work his way up from there.

"It shouldn't take too long, assuming that my theory is correct. I think there's a problem with the latch that would keep the lever down while the toaster is going. Fix that, and I think we fix the problem."[/color] Oliver dug into his pocket, pulling out a screwdriver. He then started to undo one of the screws on the toaster. He could only hope that he would only need the few tools that he brought down for the job, else they might need to go search for other materials. Somehow he doubted that Chaz carried around a roll of duct tape with him, unlike Hayden.

Word count: 661
To: Christina/Chaz
Notes: Your post was great! The toaster made me laugh.