First Floor Parlor [Saturday evening]

[pasunereveuse.livejournal.com]

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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[nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com]

"Plastic surgery gone wrong," Eleanor shared, from her position on a nearby chair. "People wanted to make themselves prettier, and the results were, to be charitable, suboptimal."

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

"I... see..." Elsa stared in horror at the screen for a moment, and then inched her way over to a chair not far from Eleanor's. "And somebody thought that this needed to be recorded for posterity and shared with the entire world?"

Television still baffled Elsa, somewhat.

[nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com]

"Have you ever seen something so horrifying that, while you don't necessarily want to look, you can't look away?" Eleanor asked. "A gruesome accident, perhaps, or a painful or humiliating conversation at the next table."

It seemed to be a very human impulse, to look closer at a trainwreck.

"It's being recorded for posterity for the most crass of reasons: money."

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

"I can't really say that I have," Elsa admitted, feeling a touch self-conscious about that. She'd lived a very sheltered life. Even around here, she tended to try to keep to herself. "Although I suppose 'money' doesn't surprise me so much. I did learn the value of it while growing up."

Just... on a much broader scale than most.