Third Floor Common Room [Friday evening]

[pasunereveuse]

Celia had thought to simply sit on one of the sofas and read the book she'd gotten from the library. That sounded like a wonderful way to spend her first Friday evening here -- utterly relaxing

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[craftyladyparts]

Jessica was making her way back from some training in town when she caught the sounds of people having fun.

"Which model show is this?" Jessica checked when she spotted what was on.

[pasunereveuse]

"I believe it is called Project Runway, or so I've been told," Celia said, turning to look at her with a smile. Then she frowned, catching the implication of Jessica's question. "There are more like this?"

[craftyladyparts]

"Just one or two. I think," Jessica said. "No more than three, I promise. Probably."

[pasunereveuse]

"Why could you possibly need more than one?" She already liked the iron man Tim Gunn very much, but she couldn't imagine why there would need to be multiple incarnations of the same sort of program. "Is there truly that much demand?"

[craftyladyparts]

"One show gets popular, so people try to copy it, and sometimes those get poplar enough to survive," Jessica said. "So yes, for some reason, there is. But we didn't know that for sure until they gave us this many shows."

[pasunereveuse]

"How could you be expected to watch them all?" Celia wondered. "Or do they not expect everyone to?"

Celia had only just really discovered television a few minutes ago. She did not yet understand things like "Saturday afternoon marathons."

[craftyladyparts]

"They don't need everyone to watch. They just need enough people to watch," Jessica said. "And tonight, you're one of those people. Apparently I am, too. Thanks for that."

[pasunereveuse]

"You're welcome," Celia said with a small smile, at least recognizing sarcasm even if she didn't understand television yet. "It was an accident, if that's a comfort to you. I don't even know how I turned it on -- I sat on this thing." She held up the remote sheepishly.

[craftyladyparts]

"That thing controls the TV," Jessica said. "So mystery solved. I'm just going to guess that you're not from this place and/or time?"

[pasunereveuse]

"It was 1884 until last Saturday," Celia said, nodding. "I'm still...figuring it out. The mystique of television is but one of a dozen or so things I've misunderstood today. Are you from this time, then?"

[craftyladyparts]

"Yeah, but from a slightly crazier world," Jessica said. "But for the most part, it's close enough. I'm Jessica, by the way. Nice to meet you."

[pasunereveuse]

"Celia," she said, with a tiny wave. "What makes your world crazy?"

She would be willing to believe almost anything at this point. She already had been convinced that Tim Gunn was literally made of iron, after all.

[craftyladyparts]

"Super powers, super science, genetic warfare, alien invasions, and bright costumes," Jessica said. "That about covers it. Most worlds don't have all of that."

[pasunereveuse]

"I don't know what half those things are," Celia admitted cheerfully, sighing a bit. "Mine doesn't have...well, there are people with powers. And I suppose I could have a bright costume quite easily, actually, if I wished. But I don't think we have the others."

[craftyladyparts]

"Give it time," Jessica said. "At the very least, it sounds like you have an outside shot at steampunk science in the next ten or fifteen years," Jessica said. "I'd invest heavily in gears if I were you."

[pasunereveuse]

"What's a steampunk?" Celia asked, looking alarmed. "I don't know that they're working on anything like that at home...though I don't follow all the science journals. I'm not allowed to get my hands on them too frequently, unfortunately."