XXXI -- accidental voice;
[William does not know where he is. The room is not like his at home. It's sparse, undecorated, and none of his books are around. Instead, there are odd devices all around, some boxes and metal cans that smell like alcohol, and a strange box that's flashing with multicoloured lights and the sound of voices.
That, at least, has him curious enough that he wanders closer, until he can see that the lights form a moving picture. He gasps, surprised, and then what the picture is registers.]
That... that's not decent! Where are that woman's clothes?
[There has to be a switch or a knob or something to shut it off. William's too embarrassed to look for it, though, so he just rushes for the door and takes off.]
Mother! Where are you, Mother?
[ooc: No, Spike was not watching porn. It's just a scene in some film or TV show that doesn't quite make it to 19th century modesty standards.]
That, at least, has him curious enough that he wanders closer, until he can see that the lights form a moving picture. He gasps, surprised, and then what the picture is registers.]
That... that's not decent! Where are that woman's clothes?
[There has to be a switch or a knob or something to shut it off. William's too embarrassed to look for it, though, so he just rushes for the door and takes off.]
Mother! Where are you, Mother?
[ooc: No, Spike was not watching porn. It's just a scene in some film or TV show that doesn't quite make it to 19th century modesty standards.]