fandomhighdorms | First Floor Parlor [Saturday evening]

Celia had grown tired of the strange coldness of the room she shared with Eleanor -- it came and went, in patches and bursts, and something about the room made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. As much as she loved the architecture and design of the house, and as much as it was almost a relic of home...perhaps it had been left too long on its own.

Still, there wasn't much she could do about it, so Saturday night found Celia wandering out to the parlor and tucking herself onto a couch to watch the television. She flipped through channels, since that was really all she knew to do, yet, until she stumbled across some sort of bizarre medical show, in which people conducted interviews about something called a botched plastic surgery.

Celia paused as a woman described how her nose had turned out completely wrong, and how new doctors would be correcting the prior doctor's mistake. Celia only had long enough to realize that they were going to show the surgery before the channel abruptly changed to some sort of advertisement.

Without her doing so.

The advertisement was not nearly as interesting as the surgery -- there was a man telling her, in a very extended sort of way, why she ought to own something called a Ninja Blender. But she'd leave it, for just now. She wasn't messing with the remote again, for the moment. Either the television was acting on its own (bad) or there was something else at work (also bad.)

[open, omg! hat tip to

nobloodymessiah for Botched, which sounds like a horrifying/awesome show.]

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"The French are setting the bar awfully high with that statue of theirs," Celia pointed out. "Or...already have, now, I suppose." She should look up the Lady Liberty on Google, sometime. "Either way, may I recommend maybe a small island? Perhaps a moon?"

"I haven't seen the statue, either," Eleanor offered. "We should travel there and see it in person."

Yes. They would in no way get mugged immediately upon entry to NYC.

"I feel like another moon would be overkill," she mused. "Unless it was a smaller one, to accent the first."

"Like a baby moon," Celia agreed. "And -- we...could go to see the statue."

She looked concerned, for a moment, then added, "It would be very strange to see New York, today. It's more home to me than any other city."

And that was when the TV changed back to a woman talking about the stupid blender thing again. "I didn't do it that time, either!"

Eleanor's attention wasn't on the show, for that; she turned back to her friend.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I wasn't thinking. I didn't know you were attached to New York. It would be hard, seeing a place one was fond of so utterly changed."

Okay, maybe she was a little distracted, by the blender. She frowned. "Where is the remote?"

Celia held it up, then flicked it through the air with a tap of magic to float over to Eleanor. "Maybe you'll have better luck. And no -- it might be interesting, to see how New York has changed. I'm sure it's...very different, both from my New York and from here. But I've seen modern-day Baltimore and will probably see the District of Columbia, soon, too, and it hasn't killed me yet. We ought to plan a trip."

"There's so much I still want to see," Eleanor said, her voice colored with longing. "The sky is so different, every new place we go. The sunsets have a multitude of changes to them, each time."

The buildings, and the people, too, but sky was omnipresent. It remained the most fascinating part of the world, to her.

"When were you thinking of going?"

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"Maybe during one of the breaks between classes?" Celia asked, thoughtfully. "New York's sky is...hard to see. Buildings and pollution made it difficult, in my time. You have to go up to the roof of any building to get a decent look, but it might be different here, now."

She wanted to know, though part of her was a little afraid of what it might be like.

"Have you gone stargazing, properly?" she asked, distracted by Eleanor's clear fascination with the sky. "Using a modern telescope?"

"I haven't," Eleanor said, offering a light smile. "I should go. Sometimes I wander up to the roof just to stare at all of the stars. I don't know their names, but I don't ... even need to. I just like knowing they're there."

They were tiny, twinkling guardian angels.

"I'd love to go up to the top of one of those skyscrapers," she added. "Buildings so high there are clouds beneath you."

"I can't imagine being that high up," Celia said, wide-eyed. She wasn't scared so much as thrilled at the idea. "I like looking at the stars, though, from closer to the ground than to them, even. It's...sweet to recognize a few."

She smiled softly at Eleanor. "Though they're new for you, aren't they? I almost envy you. To discover the stars only once you're old enough to appreciate them."

First Floor Parlor [Saturday evening]

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