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2nd Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening

Will had a stackful of books with him but they were, rather uncharacteristically, being ignored as he'd figured out how to turn on the television device. Rather by accident, as he'd done so by sitting on the small rectangular box with the push-buttons.

Tentative poking at the buttons had caused the picture to change rapidly, which was interesting and he did want to find out more about how it was possible to control a device remotely but the second he'd caught sight of a room full of machinery on the screen, he stopped pressing the buttons and settled in to watch a truly fascinating programme. As it turned out, this particular episode happened to be about 'carburetors', which were apparently a key component in the mechanised vehicles like the one he'd ridden to the school on.

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Ariel was heading back to her room after work and visiting Jono, in an excellent mood because there was singing and making things right with Christian again, when she remembered, in passing the second floor, that Rilla had mentioned that other boy from Canada lived on that floor and since she had made it her personal mission to hook them up, she was going to take a moment to poke her head into the common room.

And look! There was someone who was new! There were too many people in the crowd for Ariel to have known who Rilla had pointed out for sure, but this was a good start.

"Hi!" she said brightly, bouncing in and taking a seat on the couch. "What are we watching?"

Since there was a lack of mute people in the room, Blackagar just so happened to wander on in. Perhaps in search of food, perhaps in search of entertainment. Who knows?

He nodded toward William as a greeting.

Hey, look! It was....that one guy!

Ariel couldn't remember his name, so shoot her. All she remembered was that they had a bunch of classes together and used to be in the same no-talking boat. Not anymore, of course, but, not one to want to rub it in, she decided not to vocally greet him, but just gave him a bright smile and a wave of greeting.

William didn't answer right away, absorbed in the programme as he was. Just as the silence would have grown long enough to be considered awkward, he seemed to take notice of the other presence in the room.

"Oh, hello, Miss," he greeted Ariel. "I'm sorry, my mind was elsewhere," he gestured at the screen. "How a carburetor is made," he explained.

Because mute solidarity was shattered. Shattered beyond any chance of repair, Ariel. How could you?

Not that he was aware of any changes, though.

So she got a wave and smile combination right on back.

The second floor was on the way to the fifth floor, all right? There was a perfectly legitimate reason for Rilla to be here.

"Hello!" she said, trying very hard not to lisp.

Well, entertainment he'd find, so long as he was okay with educational programming. Food... William had no idea what any of the appliances in the common room's small kitchen even were beyond what he recognised to possibly be a stove.

"Hello there," he said, in reply to the nod.

Okay, that? Was kind of cute, and Ariel couldn't help grinning at the incredibly delayed response.

"What's a carburetor?" she asked and, despite herself, was actually inclined to turn some of her attention to the TV as well. After all, with a name like that, it had to be something really interesting, and, from what she had gleaned from the program in the awkward silence, she was kind of right.

Elphaba entered the common room and sighed a little.

"I am still not sure why everyone loves these films and televisions," Elphaba remarked, a frown on her face.

"Miss Blythe!" William exclaimed, giving her a pleased smile. "Won't you come in? There are chairs."

Oh, Kon would be so proud.

Considering Blackagar still thought commercials were small stories of happiness, this might be for the best.

Not recognizing the fellow, and not automatically being called 'Dan' could only mean this man was new. Or old and a hermit. Both were valid options.

He offered a card of:

Hello, my name is Blackagar and I am unable to speak.

Ah, a tried and true method.

She was a terrible person. It was true. How dare she do something like being able to talk again? What a slut.

But, for now, Ariel was keeping up with the illusion of silence, not wanting to be rude. She lifted her eyebrows, that summer perfected way to soundlessly ask after how a person might be doing.

"Rilla!"

Of course Ariel was going to be incredibly excited to see the newest addition to BFF status, now that she didn't have to worry about Rilla stealing her options of men for kissing.

"They are an excellent tool for dissemenating information," William pointed out. "I mean, books are more than adequate in this regard as well but could you imagine attempting to draw a diagram of such machinery?" he gestured to what was currently on screen. "I suspect it would make little sense to all but those who drew it."

He still wanted to know whether the green tone of her skin was make-up or some affliction, but even he knew such a question when they barely knew each other would be rather rude.

Whoa! That girl's skin was almost the same color as her fin!

That was kind of crazy, but kind of cool. She smiled at the girl who she could only assume was new.

"Hi, there. You're new, aren't you?"

Well, she was a bit of a slut before the talking, so...

Blackagar looked around the room with a happy little smile. While it wasn't... Germany... it was better than anything expected from ~~filthy humans~~ Americans. And the food was growing on him. Which was for the best.

Green skin!

...look, it was something familiar and comforting for anyone from Germany. Totally Germany. Where the Germans lived.

Blackagar waved in greeting, offering a friendly smile as well.

You shut your whore mouth, Blackagar!

...oh, wait.

To that, Ariel gave two enthusiastic thumbs up! It was always good to be doing well.

Then she paused, wrinkling her nose a little. She didn't know where to take it next; she'd been talking so much, she may have forgotten how to effectively nonverbally communicate!

Happiness? He might not think so after he'd seen the one with the angry panda.

"Blackagar," William repeated. "William Murdoch," he introduced himself, "and I'm sorry to hear that. Er, read that. Rather. About your voice."

"I'm given to understand it's a rather integral part of the machinery that powers the vehicles used in this time," William explained. "It operates on Bernoulli's principle of fluid dynamics, it seems. Quite fascinating."

Not the angry panda! NOT THE ANGRY PANDA!

Blackagar shrugged before remembering that not everyone was Ariel or Medusa and able to read his body language to varying degrees of success. So out came the small notepad and pen to write out:

I have been this way since birth. There is nothing to apologize for, William.

That's right, Ariel. You were nothing but a prostitute with a stalking habit. And not even a good stalking habit.

Blackagar tilted his head as if to inquire how she'd been since the last time they... spoke. Yes.

"It sounds like it!" said Ariel, who didn't know what half of that stuff meant, but who cared? It sounded awesome.

"Do you think it might be difficult to find one?" she wondered, because, seriously, she needed one for her collection now.

"Well thpotted," she teased, smiling back.

...and lisping. Well, another perfect moment ruined forever.

Ariel grinned, bouncing slightly where she sat and pulling up her thumbs again.

She'd mention the whole getting her voice back thing, but, you know. Ruuuuude.

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