4th Floor Common Room [Wednesday, Afternoon]

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Somehow, senior year, Angela had ended up with fewer classes than ever. She would never complain about that one. Ever. But it left her with tonnes of free time. Which she probably could've been filling with prepping her portfolio for art school, but instead was... not.

What? It was the first week of semester. It was allowed.

She'd had her lie in, actually got dressed, and was finally sorting out some lunch for herself (making sandwiches, because she really just couldn't mess that up), and watching (and, okay, humming along to) the weird music videos on whichever channel she'd flipped to. Just how much drugs were the people who came up with these things on?

[[and open, like a common room is!]]

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She was still up close when the images changed. Apparently they artists needn't a whole lot of clothes to sing and Beka flushed as she quickly moved to her feet. It wasn't that she'd not seen worse in the Lower City, but she'd not expected someone's peaches to be quite that close to her.

"Do they... show other things too?" she asked, rubbing at her nose while looking at the floor. She ignored Pounce's laughter.

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"All kind of things," Angela assured her. "News, cooking shows, movies... reality TV."

A moment later she abandoned her food making to find the remote to offer to Beka. "Different numbers give you different things."

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Beka blinked as she took the black thing from Angela. She turned it over in her hands, studying it curiously. It didn't look like much, but it had a comfortable weight to it. "Nine?" she said, looking expectantly at the television. She felt rather dumb when nothing happened.

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"Oh, sweetie, you need to press the number," she said helpfully, leaning over to indicate the buttons. "Although, I bet somewhere they have voice activated." Sadly, not in this dorm.

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She was definitely feeling like a looby now. "Mages have to talk to make things work," she stammered as she quickly pushed the nine. At least she'd managed to get on a cooking channel.

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"Good choice!" Because what better to watch while making lunch (late lunch, but still lunch) than that.

"Around here, it's usually buttons, rather than talking if you want things to work."

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Beka chanced looking up at Angela for an instant. "That's mayhap the most useful thing I've been told since I arrived."

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"Welcome the age of technology," she said, and grinned. "I promise it's not as confusing as it comes off as at first."

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Beka laughed softly. "You'll have to excuse me if I don't believe you just yet."

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"I suppose I did grow up with it," she allowed. "But even I'm not from now. I had a little bit of catch up to do on that side of things."

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"You're from the past too?" Beka asked curiously.

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"About a decade or so," Angela told her, nodding. "So, not far enough to be too out of my depth."