fandomhighdorms | Third floor common room [Wednesday afternoon]

The modern world continued to baffle Celia.

She had a day free from classes, and thought to spend it leisurely. She'd tied her hair back with a ribbon rather than piled it atop her head formally, she'd dressed in a simple frock sans bustle, and she had even padded down to the common room in stocking feet. For Celia, this was the equivalent of wearing one's pajamas all day.

And when she arrived, she had found herself a bowl to pour cereal into, and even turned on the television correctly. (All of which she had done magically, out of pure laziness.) But she hadn't, somehow, been prepared for one of the great staples of weekday laziness: daytime television.

Just when she thought she understood what might appear on the screen at any time -- she'd seen a program featuring the antics of four elderly women the other day that she'd greatly enjoyed, and hoped to come across again -- she was confronted with something like this.

"I cheated on my cousin with a stripper?" she read aloud, utterly confused.

She wanted to turn it off as soon as the content became clear -- and very loud and somewhat violent. But Celia found herself transfixed. She knew how to change the channels now, yes, but...how could she? She had never seen such a spectacle before.

Welcome to daytime talkshows, Celia. Will modern wonders never cease?

[open CR! link goes to the Jerry Springer website, which I probably shouldn't have visited at work. Oops.]

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Isabelle nodded. "Isabelle." A pause, and she tacked on, "Lightwood." Even if that meant nothing to people who weren't from back home, or hadn't met her brother here. "Hi."

Celia just nodded. "Pretty name," she commented. "Have you gone to school here very long, Isabelle?"

Celia had not. If that was somehow not abundantly obvious.

"Since last fall." The juice went back into the fridge, and Isabelle picked up her glass. "But my brother was already here, and a friend of ours before him. So I missed out on most of the usual new kid culture shock."

Except for the one she was living with every day by being in the middle of so many mundies.

"I envy you," Celia sighed. "I don't think I've met your brother. How lovely to have someone warn you -- well, I suppose I have had warnings, but I'd think a real sibling would be more trustworthy than a pretend one assigned by the school."

Not that she didn't appreciate it, Sparkle.

"The pretend ones can be trustworthy and informative enough." Hey, Isabelle was one! "If you're willing to take their help."

Chuck.

"But yeah, it's not the same as a couple of years of information coming to you beforehand."

"Mine mostly advised me as to where to buy contraceptives," Celia said primly. "Though he and others have advised me about the things that might befall a person here -- turning into the opposite gender or small children or animals, and so on."

"And you believed him?"

It was an important thing to check.

"I haven't been given a reason not to," Celia replied, shrugging. "And it's not that much stranger than what I'm used to, honestly."

"Then you're already miles ahead of my assigned sibling," Isabelle shared as she folopped onto a chair, rolling her eyes. "His world has lizard demons, and he still refuses to believe anything until he sees it."

"Lizard demons?" Celia asked, staring. "Oh, my. That's a few steps beyond...my experience. Lizard demons?"

Isabelle rolled her eyes again. Sorry, it was a thing.

"Yes. Lizard demons. Big ones."

Actually not, but she'd categorized kaiju in terms she actually understood.

"And see, I'm willing to believe in lizard demons," Celia pointed out. "Despite their lack of existence in my world. I don't know why anyone would be so stub --"

She paused, slanting a look at Isabelle.

"This sibling of yours -- he doesn't happen to have a really adorable bulldog, does he?"

Because yes, now she was remembering that first day quite clearly.

Isabelle's dryly amused smirk probably confirmed that before her words did.

"Adorable and more well behaved than he is? As a matter of fact, he does."

"I met a boy my first day here with the sweetest dog," Celia mused. "The boy himself, though, refused to believe that I didn't know about some...robots, and said I had my head in the sand, and refused to believe anything other than what he already knew. Sounds awfully familiar, doesn't it? You poor thing, having to bear him welcome and warnings."

Isabelle waved a hand. "It's fine," she said, lazily. She was used to cocky idiots, to be honest. "We fought."

Literally. Physically.

"It didn't do much to his attitude, though."

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