Second floor common room, Saturday morning

[sairis]

When Sairis arrived in the common room, the television was on. There were pictures on it that seemed drawn rather than live people, and they were...definitely odd. Somehow captivating, though.

He made tea absent-mindedly and opted for some of the "cereal" (which still didn't look like it was made from any grain he knew). There was a picture on the box of milk being poured over it, so he tried that. It was sweet, but like the television, oddly good.

So he'd just be eating sugary cereal and watching Saturday morning cartoons I don't care if they're not a thing anymore.


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[thatsmysword]

Henry had mastered the art of making sure Mutt stayed where he was--

"No, in! In! Stay in! There! That's it! Good boy! Stay--"

--Henry had mostly mastered the art of making sure Mutt stayed where he was supposed to do. It just, maybe, involved some door-shoving.

But a few seconds later, there he was, dog-less, in the living room. "That do-- oh, hullo, Sairis."

[sairis]

"Good morning, Henry." Sairis nodded to him. "I've made tea, if you want some."

[thatsmysword]

"Oh," Henry said, looking down at... the tea. "I've heard a lot about it?" he said.

[sairis]

"It's not a thing where you're from?" Sairis guessed. "It's dried leaves in boiled water. You add milk. And I think some people here add sugar to it, though I've had honey."

[thatsmysword]

"I did say I've heard a lot about it," Henry said, though he sounded generally good-natured. "Lydia keeps going on about it, talks about it like it's manna sent from heaven. Suppose I might as well try some."

[sairis]

Sairis shrugged. "I like it. I wouldn't say it's sent from the heavens, but it's nice."

He nodded toward the television. "Have you seen this sort of thing before?"

[thatsmysword]

Henry glanced briefly towards the television.

"Ah, I don't watch that thing," he said. "Even now, I can't look at it for long without my head hurting."

[sairis]

"It is bright," Sairis agreed. "This is really strange, though."

[thatsmysword]

"What is it?" Henry asked, looking back at him.

[sairis]

"I'm not entirely sure," Sairis admitted. "There's a thing they're calling a rabbit, but it talks. Maybe it's folk tales from this plane?"

[thatsmysword]

"Looks like some of the illuminations in fancier books?" Henry said, squinting back at the television again. "Perhaps it's from the holy books."

Unlikely, honey.

[sairis]

"Maybe," Sairis said. "I have no idea what the holy books in this place look like. I don't even know what gods they worship," he confessed.

[thatsmysword]

"I think they're the same as they are anywhere," Henry said, erroneously, blinking. "Worshipping God and all. Though some people get very offended if you bring up God at all."

[sairis]

"Which god?" Sairis asked logically.

[thatsmysword]

Another blink.

"God," Henry said. "I mean He's a trinity and all that, but still, it's just the one. Or, er, three."

[sairis]

Sairis frowned, trying to parse that. "You only have one god?"

[thatsmysword]

"Who's three people," Henry said, nodding patiently. "The Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost."

[sairis]

"Okay." That didn't sound as different as only having one to start with.

"Is that the god most people here worship?"

[thatsmysword]

"Aye," Henry said. He still looked a bit puzzled. "They don't where you are? Really?"

[sairis]

"Well, what's his name?" Sairis asked. "I know a lot of the gods people worship."

[thatsmysword]

More blinking.

"God, like I said," Henry said. "Because He's, you know. The God."

[sairis]

"Oh." Okay, that was possibly the weirdest thing about this. "I don't know any gods just called 'god'."

[thatsmysword]

"You can also call him The Lord, I suppose," Henry offered.

And he vaguely recalled there being something else in scripture, but honestly he hadn't paid attention that day in church and everything was in Latin anyway.

[sairis]

"Still not one I know. Sorry." Sairis shrugged. "And the holy books are like this?" He nodded toward the television.

[thatsmysword]

Henry glanced at it again. "... Well, there's pictures in the books," he said. "They don't move or anything."

[not_a_haint]

Caleb hadn't discovered the lost art of channel surfing as yet, or for that matter, streaming.

He was starting to get the hang of sleeping in, sort of. His internal clock was still waking him at around 7 am or 8:30 at the latest. Though he did find that he enjoyed eating breakfast in his pajamas.

Hence his venturing into the common room and discovering both Cookie Crisp, and...apparently a cartoon about automobiles that turned into giant automatons.

"Every day's an adventure 'round here ain't it." he said, bemused.

[ooc: apologies in advance if I'm particularly slow in pings, I'm getting back into Dreamlight Valley.]

[sairis]

"Something like that," Sairis said. "I have no idea what I'm looking at," he confessed.

[not_a_haint]

"I know about th' art form, but I'm lost as t' the plot. Th' cartoons I saw back home were mostly about anthropomorphic animals." And, as he'd learned recently, racist, some of them.

[sairis]

"Cartoons?" Sairis asked. "Is that what this is? There were animals on earlier, I think. A rabbit."

[not_a_haint]

“Yeah they draw a bunch of pictures, each one just a little different than the one before. Then they…you know I think it’s similar t’ how films’r made. Those are essentially a bunch of photographs taken an’ shown in quick succession.

“Th’ rabbit found familiar.”

[sairis]

"It sounds interesting," Sairis said, trying to picture how that would work. "I thought it looked more like they were drawn than live. I'm guessing the live ones work something like the phone, just taking pictures of something that's there. This is different."

[not_a_haint]

"I don't know a lot about th' particulars, but with the live stuff they had a special camera that could take photos so quickly that they had a reel of film, that was the physical stuff the pictures were printed on...well now I think I confused myself. 'Cause I don't think it works like that anymore even if my explanation used t' make sense.

"I could follow instructions to help fix stuff but I guess bein' a fix-it man weren't in the cards for me."

[sairis]

"Would you have to fix the picture things?" Sairis asked, confused.

[not_a_haint]

"Not likely? But what I was gettin' at was that I wouldn't be able to look at somethin' mechanical that wasn't workin' and tell what was wrong. Also I realized with some o' the stuff I keep tryin' to explain, I might need an actual physical example." Like say, a film reel.