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Fifth Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

It wouldn't be the first time Dolf surfed the TV channels in the common room; he'd gotten over the shock of being reintroduced to audiovisual stuff pretty quickly. It was the lack of familiarity of the channels that still threw him, at this point, and he was determined to do something about that.

It might be a case of a very small victory, but it was something, and kept him from feeling like he had to relearn everything.

Still, he had to admit he was very, very relieved to find that, given enough presses of the next channel button, Eurosport finally appeared. Sure, it wasn't football but the Vuelta, but it was still strangely comforting.

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[identity profile] thinkbetterofme.livejournal.com 2010-09-12 12:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Faramir was on his way back from a morning ride with Baru when the noise coming from the common room distracted him. The device which was showing moving images reminded him of the screens he had seen in his Monday class.

It was only after he'd stared at the images for a while that he noticed Dolf occupying one of the seats. "Hullo, Rudolf," he greeted. "What is that that you are watching?"

[identity profile] swordsandsoccer.livejournal.com 2010-09-12 12:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sports, on bicycles," Dolf said, grinning at the sight of his friend. (He'd been here for barely two weeks, and so had Faramir; it was all right to think of him as a friend, in Dolf's estimation.) "Every year there are three big tours. This is the last."

[identity profile] thinkbetterofme.livejournal.com 2010-09-12 12:55 pm (UTC)(link)
And really, Faramir would not argue with his reasoning.

"I'm afraid not much of that made sense to me," he admitted, stepping further into the room so he could get a better view. "The things with the two wheels are bicycles?"

[identity profile] swordsandsoccer.livejournal.com 2010-09-12 12:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes," Dolf replied, grinning at Faramir. "Come on, sit down," he added, enthusiastically, happy to share something. "The goal is to be the first one over the finish line. Right now, anyway. The real winner is the fastest of the whole tour."

TV was doing his English a lot of good.

[identity profile] thinkbetterofme.livejournal.com 2010-09-12 01:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"So a tour consists of several races?" Faramir asked. He tugged off his gloves and put them on the table before he took a seat on the couch.

[identity profile] swordsandsoccer.livejournal.com 2010-09-12 01:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"One almost each day," Dolf said, sitting back. "They're called 'stages'. And the person wearing the red shirt, he's the one who's winning."

Well, TV was helping his English some. That didn't mean he was always too clear.

He paused, and frowned. "...No, the gold, I think. Sorry."
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[identity profile] thinkbetterofme.livejournal.com 2010-09-12 01:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Faramir rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he looked for the one wearing a golden shirt. "He does not appear to be winning now," he commented while modding the race.
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[identity profile] swordsandsoccer.livejournal.com 2010-09-12 01:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"No," Dolf agreed, watching intently.

Actually, there seemed to be two people in gold. Three?

"...I don't think gold is the winner's colour after all," he said, philosophically. "It must have changed."

[identity profile] thinkbetterofme.livejournal.com 2010-09-12 01:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"I shall simply remember then that they get some colour to acknowledge that they are winning," Faramir offered, and he could not quite help the next question, even if it might be trying to make Dolf explain it.

"How are these images moving?"

[identity profile] shes-got-legs.livejournal.com 2010-09-12 02:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ooh, hi! You're a newer students here, too, aren't you?"

Ariel gave the boy a bright, friendly smile, particularly so because she was realizing how much being too excited about being human again at the picnic meant missing all the new faces. She was thinking it must have just been serendipitous that she'd woken up early today so that she could meet a few of them.

[identity profile] thinkbetterofme.livejournal.com 2010-09-12 02:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"I am, I came to the island a few weeks ago," Faramir replied, rising to his feet as the girl approached him.

"I am Faramir," he said, offering her a bow. "It is a pleasure to meet you, my Lady."

[identity profile] shes-got-legs.livejournal.com 2010-09-12 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, my," Ariel couldn't help giggling in amusement at the formality and, mostly because she did love to do it, she dropped into a curtsy to meet his bow. "It is a pleasure to meet you, too, Faramir. My name is Ariel, and I live on this floor. Do you live up here, too?"


[identity profile] thinkbetterofme.livejournal.com 2010-09-12 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"I do," he said with some amusement at her response. "I live in room 514 together with Bruce Wayne."

[identity profile] shes-got-legs.livejournal.com 2010-09-12 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh! I know Bruce!" Ariel said, glad to make a connection. "We're going on a date this coming Friday! He's a very excellent mime, you know. He told me it was a gremlin bite, but I think he was just being modest."

[identity profile] thinkbetterofme.livejournal.com 2010-09-12 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"I am afraid that I do not know what a mime is," Faramir admitted, "but I am certain that he is good at whatever he attempted. I hope that you enjoy the date."

[identity profile] shes-got-legs.livejournal.com 2010-09-12 03:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, they're so funny!" Ariel easily gushed. "It's all gestures and pretending that things are there that aren't and all without words, and I guess I'm probably not explaining it very well, but I'm sure Bruce would love to show you what I mean if you asked. And I'm sure I will; dates are so much fun, especially now that I'm not cursed."

[identity profile] thinkbetterofme.livejournal.com 2010-09-12 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"I shall have to ask him," Faramir agreed, trying not to look too amused at her eagerness.

"I am glad to hear that you are rid of any curses," he remarked, more seriously now. "That doesn't sound like it would be a pleasant experience at all."

[identity profile] shes-got-legs.livejournal.com 2010-09-12 01:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Urrgh! Ariel hated it when she woke up early on a Sunday; it defeated the whole purpose of Sundays! But she was and she couldn't get back to sleep, so she figured she'd better make the best of it and see if there were any other poor unfortunate souls around who were up and about.

Naturally, that meant the common room, and how exciting! There were people!

"Oh! Good morning, everyone!" Ariel greeted them in a friendly, laughing way, almost forgetting that she was annoyed.

[identity profile] swordsandsoccer.livejournal.com 2010-09-12 01:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Dolf looked up at the sudden greeting, and smiled at the girl in what he hoped was a friendly way, himself. "Hi," he said. "Did you want to watch TV with us?"

[identity profile] shes-got-legs.livejournal.com 2010-09-12 01:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, sure!"" Ariel beamed as if this was quite the invitation, bouncing easily over to the couch and plopping down. "What are we watching?"

[identity profile] swordsandsoccer.livejournal.com 2010-09-12 01:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"The Vuelta," Dolf said-- and then thought back to his conversation with Faramir earlier. "...Racing bicycles in Spain."

[identity profile] shes-got-legs.livejournal.com 2010-09-12 01:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oooooh," Ariel said, eyes widening at the screen slightly and, yes, yes, she saw it now! Sometimes the television showed things so foreign to Ariel that she didn't know what to think, and this was not helped by all those very tight pants. "How exciting! I find bicycles to be very intriguing; it should learn how to ride one one of these days. Do you know how to ride one?"

And, really, once she said it, she felt it as a silly question. Wouldn't most humans know how to ride a bicycle?

"I mean," she continued, "it can't be much difficult than a jet ski, I'd think, just more work with the legs."

[identity profile] swordsandsoccer.livejournal.com 2010-09-12 01:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Dolf blinked, and then he laughed, mostly out of surprise, because that was a really rather weird comparison to make. "Not much more difficult than a jet ski," he agreed, "Everyone knows how to ride one, where I was born. Bicycles. Not jet skis."

[identity profile] shes-got-legs.livejournal.com 2010-09-12 01:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"They don't have them at all where I was born," Ariel gushed in a wistful, envious sort of way. Her decision that she needed to learn only grew when she looked at the television again; it was almost like a dance, the way they moved together like that, like a school of fish! "Either of them! But I learned how to ride a jet ski for a class here; it's so much fun!"

[identity profile] swordsandsoccer.livejournal.com 2010-09-12 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not really something you do a lot, though," Dolf said. He was still grinning; she was so enthusiastic about it all, he kind of had to.
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