fandomhighdorms | Fourth Floor Common Room: Tuesday Afternoon

Entry tags:

Fourth Floor Common Room: Tuesday Afternoon

Worf had an assignment. One that he was not fond of.

However, orders were orders. Even if Cable wasn't technically in Starfleet, he was still his boss and Worf was going to face this challenge straight on.

Even if he did get a weird sense of deja vu whenever he saw Whoopi Goldberg.

[Worf is currently watching the view. This will change when Cal arrives. Open!]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

After the weekend, Cal felt pretty bad about kicking Merlin out of the room, and so he was trying to let Merlin have the room as much to himself as possible by being out and doing other things.

Other things included going out and getting the first season of Rumor Gal on DVD. He wasn't even sure if he could figure out a DVD player, but he figured that would be a good thing for him to figure out. And, if any one asked, he'd constructed up the excuse that he'd simply heard that season one was better, and was curious, and, besides, what else the fuck did he have to do on a Tuesday? Nothing. Might as well kill brain cells and look at hot chicks.

There were no hot chicks on whatever it was Worf was watching when he stepped into the common room. Well, maybe one. He frowned at the TV. "What in God's name are you watching?"

"Daytime television," Worf growled. "If you have something better to watch you may change the channel."

There was only so much of Joy Behar's voice that Worf could take.

Cal took a moment to stare at the screen and the squawking women and then shook his head. "Worf," he noted, "anything would be better than this."

Which meant that he had another excuse. Anyone came in and wondered what they were watching, he could simply say trust me, it's a hell of a lot better than what was one before. You want to find anything good on TV on a weekday afternoon, be my guest.

"You know how to work a DVD player?"

Worf was from the future; it should be a cinch for him.

"I don't believe it would be difficult," Worf replied and directed his attention to the TV. "DVD Player. Power on."

When it didn't turn on, Worf sighed and walked over to push the power button.

Cal snorted a little, as inspected the DVD case to see how it opened, but, thankfully, he wasn't so primitive that simple design left him stumped. "I take it," he guessed, "that everything's voice activated where you're from?"

"For the most part," Worf grumbled as he poked various buttons. "Mostly communications and simple equipment. I'm unused to many of these antiques."

Ah! The drawer opened. Victory.

"Yeah, well," Cal said, struggling a little with the DVD in the case, fingers trying to carefully pry it out from the outside edge, "these antiques don't even exist yet where I come from, so, maybe, when our powers combine, we can hit a middle road on it."

Oh! You press the little part in the center and that loosens it. Good to know. He handed the DVD over to Worf.

"Rumor Gal," he said frowning at the CD.

"Why is that familiar?"

"It's that one show," Cal told him, "with the resplendent goddess with her warhorse legs, the guy who makes the really squinty face, and a severe lack of hot redheads."

Those were all the important parts right there.

"Ah. Correct," Worf said with a nod.

They were very nice legs if he remembered correctly.

"Definitely an improvement."

Mmm, very nice... Cal was lost in a moment for a second, but shook his head and brought himself back to the common room.

"Yeah," he said. "But I think anything would be an improvement to that."

"Agreed," Worf said sitting back down on the couch. "What is the main purpose of this show?"

Cal considered the array of remote control available to them, and, to be on the safe side, brought them all over before flopping on the couch with Worf, a respectable, manly two-person-width distance between them. "I think I'd have to go with just straight up entertainment," he mused. "I can't imagine it having any deeper qualities embedded too deeply into it."

"I see," Worf replied as he waited for the first show to start. "If I remember correctly the 'Rumor Gal' has spies all over the city that transfer her information that she uses to wield power over its citizens. Correct?"

Or at least that's what it seemed like to Worf.

Cal liked Worf's version way better than anything else. He grinned, nodding. "Exactly. And no one knows who she is, remember? So she wields this power in utter anonymity. Now that's impressive."

"Is she attempting to blackmail the city elite?" Worf asked. "It seems like a dishonorable way to take power."

Cal considered this carefully, tilting his head. "How so?" he wondered. "How is it dishonorable? She's only using the weapons at her disposal, really."

"Blackmail is not a weapon," Worf grumbled. "It's a tool for cowards. Quite frankly I think the brunette and the blonde need to put into a duel to defend their honor."

"Blackmail is a weapon for people who don't have anything else in their arsenal," Cal argued lightly. "I mean, okay, let's say you give the brunette a sword and the blonde a mace. You think they'll even know what to do with them? Meanwhile, give them a rumor and a suspicion, and they can put together a real war."

"A real war is fought on the battle field," Worf said evenly. "This is merely bickering of attractive people."

Cal sighed a little, deciding that pushing the metaphor might be kind of pointless. But he did try at least a little more of a perspective, "There are lots of different wars, Worf, not just the kind on a battlefield."

"You mean... political battles?" Worf asked sounding like it was offensive.

And right then a certain actor punched out another actor for trying to sex up his sister.

"Yes! Finally!" Worf said sounding enthused and promptly calmed down. "Sorry."

Cal palm met his face, but he was laughing. "No, no, it's fine. You're good. They should get that man a prune juice."

"His lower class background makes him a natural fighter," Worf noted. "However the other boy clearly has yet begun to fight. I believe I would like to see the next episode."

"Good," Cal nodded, making it so.

"So, lower class backgrounds make for natural fighters, huh?" Cal wasn't sure if he be amused by the irony or disappointed to be an example of the untruth in that.

"Those who are privileged are soft," Worf declared. "And have truly faced difficulties."

"Isn't fighting the difficulties that come with one's class another form of warfare?" Cal really couldn't let the metaphor go, although he realized a good part of it was probably due to the fact that who else was he going to talk to about stuff like this? "You know, class warfare."

Worf rolled his eyes. "Yes. That was a big occupation with your species before the 24th century. Where is the next episode?"

"I think," Cal said, "it's on the same disc, you just have to do something with the remote to get to it."

Something that Cal was attempting, but only seemed to be able to keep going back to the main menu.

Then, he thought he got it, only to discover that he'd accidentally set it to Spanish.

"Damn it."

"And, what? Issues with class completely disappear by the 24th century, or something?"

"Before that actually," Worf replied. "At least in my universe. Technology and Philosophy did away with the monetary system."

Cal pressed through a few more buttons. "Ah, there we go."

"Yeah, but," Cal offered, "just because there isn't money doesn't mean there can't still be classes. I mean, then it's just based on who has the most technology or philosophy instead of money, wouldn't it? Not unless you can evenly spread it throughout the entire galaxy, and that's Communism."

Or something.

"When money is no object people are free to choose as the wish," Worf sounding irritated. "I would not exactly call it communism. Now when do we get to see the girls fight?"

Okay, Cal couldn't argue that the shift in topic was a good one. "I don't know," he admitted. "I haven't seen any of this season. In the last season, there was a catfight, but it was highly disappointing, I have to say. A shoe was thrown, hair was pulled, a headband got lost..."

"Still. Hand to hand combat," Worf growled appreciatively. "One cannot expect an epic battle from most humans in this dramatic facsimile"

And yet, oddly? Worf still did. Go figure.

"Is combat everything with you?" he asked, amused.

"I am a warrior."

Yes. That explained everything.

"Yes, but...that's not all you are, is it?"

"I am Klingon?" Worf added.

Yes that made sense to him.

Cal just looked at Worf for a moment, because, as far as he had gathered, the two words were practically synonymous, but he ended up nodding. "That's a start."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Fourth Floor Common Room: Tuesday Afternoon

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject