[It's taller somehow, broader, the ceiling supported by pillars with painted hieroglyphs and figures up and down their round surfaces. Luke is no longer holding the refrigerator; it's the lid of some kind of jar instead, which he drops almost instantly. Clatter clatter.
There's also a few-feet-wide drop between himself and Firo, there where the kitchen table used to be. Wide-eyed, Luke rounds on his housemate with his mouth open in shock.]
[House 48 Action!]
There's also a few-feet-wide drop between himself and Firo, there where the kitchen table used to be. Wide-eyed, Luke rounds on his housemate with his mouth open in shock.]
What did you do?