[but i never thought that you would take it this far. what do i know? flashing lights, lights.]

[majorlyugh]

WHO: Major Lilywhite
WHERE: #46
WHEN: January
OPEN TO: Ravi Chakrabarti
WARNINGS: Will update as needed

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Major has no idea how it happens, but he wakes up to .. light. Not the normal sunlight, peeking thorugh the windows that he's gotten accustomed to, but the much more impressive and much more desired .. artificial light. As in ... light bulbs. As in .. Thomas Edison's greatest invention. And, whereas he might normally tuck back into sleep for a little while longer instead of dragging himself out of bed at the ass crack of dawn, his eyes spring open with confusion and excitement.

The stained-glass lamp that's sat at the side of his bed, unused and defunct, is miraculously on, and Major feels like he's having a stroke. Or in the middle of the best dream he's had in recent months. He reaches out to switch it off and, sure enough, it functions just as a normal lamp would. He flicks the thing on, off, on, off, on, off a number of times before it all finally sinks in.

"Oh my god!" he shouts, throwing himself from bed. "Holy shit. HOLY SHIT!" He leaves the light on and then bursts out of his room, racing towards Ravi's door, which he bangs his fists on like he's playing some weird bongo.

"RAVI! RAVI GET OUT HERE! RAVI! HOLY SHIT, RAVI! WE HAVE ELECTRICITY!"