Oh my gosh, are you okay?
Woah.
What did you do to her?
I didn't do anything! It's the fire alarm!
What fire alarm?
The fire alarm.
That's a fire alarm?
Gosh,
I thought it was just your voice.
Um!
Excuse me!
I do not sound like that!
How are you guys just standing there having a normal conversation
when the noise is excruciating?!
Oh,
We're sensors.
Help...
me...
Hey! Can... talk? Can I.. speak... have word. Can I have word with you for a second?
Um, no. There's a fire alarm. And I have to be the one who locates the source of danger so that
I have bragging rights forever.
I know it's just, you're really hard to pin down. I just wanted to grab you quickly and chat about the household dynamic.
Okay,
but there's a fire alarm, so if it's okay with you
I'd like to take a moment to go and disable it so that I can hold onto this sense of being
useful that's weirdly important for my sense of identity.
It's just... no one remembered Jessie's birthday and I think she felt a little bit...
Oh, not this again! Okay, for the last time, Jessie didn't tell anyone about her birthday.
Besides, how important is a birthday anyway? I mean, if you think about it in the grand scheme of things, there's no reason why-
*singing 'Mission Impossible' theme*
Attention, Red Panda,
I have located a suspicious noise coming from-
Source unknown at this current stage, but I will keep looking.
Where's the fire where's the fire where's the fire?
Ashley, what are you doing?
Oh hey, Jill!
Help me find the fire!
Are you seriously looking under a piano stool for a fire?
Well,
I was sitting here earlier, so we know that it's still...
hot.
I've got a better idea.
You do? Well
fire... away.
No puns during a fire alarm. It's in the house rules.
I don't see any signs.
I should have known.
Now come on. We have to go meet everyone in the established assembly area.
I'll be deLIGHT...ed to join you.
... Please don't send me away again.
All is despair!
How did you get past my decoy?
Oh.
Headphones.
All is despair!
So how long did it take you to realise that the cardboard cutout wasn't me?
I thought that surely dressing it up in real clothes and giving it a real laptop would at least buy me a few hours of productivity.
Ah, I should have dressed it in black!
Stop talking to yourself *at* me for a minute.
This is serious! There's a fire!
That alarm?
Please, it's probably just a short in the system, or a prank.
Um... sorry to disturb you guys but,
Do you have all of your personal belongings? I
I don't know if you heard but... there's a fire!
I don't have *personal* belongings.
Also, have you seen Ashley?
Ah yes, the ENFP. Apparently she's started a fire blog. And a facebook group for people trapped in fires.
And she's live-streaming a reaction video.
And she's organising a post-fire trip to a fondue restaurant
WHICH, by the way, she sent to me in a group email with 50 other people!
If any of you EVER sends me a Reply-To-All, I'll be burning this place down WITH everyone in it
If we could just focus on the actual disaster right now,
i.e. ... the fire,
that would be great.
Danielle, could you please hand me that fire extinguisher?
This could be my last day on earth.
Am I ready for the afterlife?
Are my friends and family ready to lose me?
Could they ever be ready? Who'll be at my funeral?
Danielle?
Does anyone even know my favourite hymn, or that I wanted donations to the local humane society-
I'll just wait then.
Bit of a pushover, are you?
What?
BIT OF A PUSHOVER, ARE YOU?
That noise is annoying.
Yep. I'm on my way to disable it now.
Can't we just get rid of it for good? Like,
who needs a fire alarm?
Yeah look I'm with you, but it's illegal not to have one.
"Illegal", you say.
Where did you come from?
Every time I hear the word "illegal", I materialise. It's no big deal.
That's... not an explanation
You guys! We have to take everything! All of our memory albums,
all of our boxes of letters and cards from childhood...
Bold of you to assume I kept cards.
Bold of you to assume I had a childhood.
What?
Your candles, your essential oils-
goodness knows we're all going to need them after this...
Jill's goggles, your journals,
all of your paper mache friends...
Please! None of that stuff matters.
What you really need to remember are your spare batteries, all your homemade hygiene products, your stationery boxes, your receipts-
yes, even the ones from the 90s.
You know,
I don't have a single one of those things.
Please don't tell me you keep your receipts from the 90s.
Guys this is SO thrilling.
Like, proper thrilling.
Kristin! Do you have all your belongings?
Oh trust me. SHE definitely doesn't need ALL her belongings.
I've got everything I need right here.
Just a passport?!
Are you kidding me?! Do you want to end up with no money, no assets, no prospects and no security blanket?!
Um.
Yes.
Okay, has anyone actually checked whether there's an actual fire or not?
Are you kidding?
This doesn't look like the designated meeting area.
Anyway, we found the source of the smoke.
It was Ashley's toast.
Classic.
So, in conclusion, if you have something to say, you need to verbalise it.
Otherwise, everyone around you is going to feel like they're walking on eggshells-
It was Ashley's toast.
Darn it! They beat me to it!
Why do I keep getting sucked into these big picture conversations?!
Because you're an intuitor.
It's a curse.
But we wear it well.
It was Ashley's toast.
Sorry guys, I forgot about my toast.
I left it in there from like... 8am this morning.
Wow... pretty awkward for you that you missed that.
You aggravate me.
Help...
me...
See I put the toast in at 11,
and then... there was a little bit of space so I decided
to break
a third piece of bread up and just like
sort of shove it
in like, the gaps
and I was like, "that'll just toast it, right?"
Like, I can just get more toast.
Turns out that that's a fire hazard.
It's excruciating.
My bottom Se can't handle this!
Too much sensory stimuli!
I'm melting!
Don't move your ankle!
Anyway, we found the source of the smoke.
It was me.
I'm hot.