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fandomhighdorms2012-01-02 02:04 pm
dressedinblood) wrote in fandomhighdorms2012-01-02 02:04 pm
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Second Floor Common Room, Monday Afternoon
Anna wandered into the second floor common room on Monday afternoon in search of something to do with herself. She picked up the remote control, not really knowing what it was or what it did, and wound up turning on the TV, which gave her a bit of a start at first. She hadn't realized that flat black thing was a television. They had been substantially different when she was alive, and her family had never had one, anyway. And it was in color and the picture was so crisp and bright!
She was quickly able to figure out the remote now that she knew what it was for, and she flipped through the channels--"Good grief, how many are there?"--until she found "HOCKEY!" Her squeal of delight was possibly the happiest she'd sounded since, well. Since she was alive. And they were playing outside! How fun! "Who's playing?" she muttered to herself, squinting at the screen. "The Rangers and...who are the Flyers? Philadelphia? Well...I guess that makes sense..." The NHL couldn't possibly have stayed exactly the same for the last fifty-three years. She would have to find out more.
You could take the ghost out of Canada, but not Canada out of the ghost, it seemed.
((Open!))
She was quickly able to figure out the remote now that she knew what it was for, and she flipped through the channels--"Good grief, how many are there?"--until she found "HOCKEY!" Her squeal of delight was possibly the happiest she'd sounded since, well. Since she was alive. And they were playing outside! How fun! "Who's playing?" she muttered to herself, squinting at the screen. "The Rangers and...who are the Flyers? Philadelphia? Well...I guess that makes sense..." The NHL couldn't possibly have stayed exactly the same for the last fifty-three years. She would have to find out more.
You could take the ghost out of Canada, but not Canada out of the ghost, it seemed.
((Open!))