Fandom High Dormitories

The last week or so had been considerably less than fun for Seregil. At first he thought someone might have cursed him, but he finally came to the conclusion he just had come down with a incredibly terrible case of the flu. He was finally on the mend though and felt strong enough to venture out of his bed.

So here he was relaxing on the sofa watching that show of Tyra's, just glad to be somewhere other than his room.

[ooc: open!]

Seregil was sitting in the common room with his harp, idly playing whatever came into his head. He was out here instead of in his room because he had gotten tired of Bob offering musical critique.

Besides every now and then a change of scenery can be good for one's soul.

[ooc and there was always only one entry -- really and truly.]

There were so many strange and unusual things in Fandom, so many new things to learn about and master, that Seregil was too busy to feel depressed.


Television in particular fascinated him. It reminded him a little of wizards' communication orbs back home, except that the content wasn't specific to any particular person and you could control how it works even if you weren't a wizard.


Currently, Seregil was sitting crosslegged on the couch in the common room, playing with the remote. Most of the controls were self explanatory and he could figure out what they did even before he hit the buttons. On, off, volume up and down, even mute, these he had no problems with and he hit each of them several times to make sure they did what he thought they did.


What he was having a more difficult time figuring out was the numbering system it used. At first he thought it was some code to bring up the type of thing you wanted the television to show you – one combination of numbers brought up ghost stories, another brought up obvious farce, a third brought up some kind of organized combat display, but time and testing showed him that these didn't remain consistent.


For example, this time when he punched in the combination that had led to ghost stories the last time he'd experimented, he got something else entirely. Something with a lot of very pretty young women engaged in, as far as Seregil could make out, training for something very much like the Street of Lights back in Rhiminee. Whatever it was, it was intriguing enough to make Seregil forget about trying to figure out the television and settle in and watch.


He wondered what Tyra's House was called and how much she charged. From what he could see, it would definitely be worth the cost.