[When his new roommate enters the room, he'll find Spike looking angrily at a fuzzing television that he appears to have tried to move in here. He thumps it once, twice, tries to adjust the antenna, change the channel...]
Stupid. Sodding. Piece of shit.
[He catches sight of his new roommate, and lets out a snort in amusement.] Oh, this oughta be a laugh.
Ha! Try it, and we may see a need for court here yet.
[but rochalizo looks over the tv, and despite what his mannerisms or unfamiliarity with the device might suggest, he does not do anything boorish or horribly inept! no percussive maintenance or blank staring. cautiously but steadily, he experiments to see which part does what, what might have any effect on the noise, etc.
muttering to himself—]
It clearly doesn't run on apolithoma... so where is its power coming from? [as he unplugs it or whatever before plugging it back in—] It deactivated, so not an internal source, then. The power is coming from elsewhere...
[oh right, he's supposed to be figuring out how to get it to stop making noise. he goes back to fiddling with the antenna specifically, since that seems to at least have some sort of impact on the fuzzing (besides, like, just turning the damn thing off).]
[He just watches from the distance, in awe at this weird Shakespearian alien. So Lamb Shank's got a different understanding of electricity. He's a bit ticked off because he's litterally standing right here to answer any of these questions but noo]
Getting closer to figure out how it works. Good job.
Well, you see, if it was working properly it'd be displaying images. Images of talking puppets, manchester united games, Red Dwarf, the odd bit of MasterChef.
Clearly it's not displaying any bloody images, you nit.
If I'm the nit, what does that make you for not being able to fix something you're actually familiar with...?
[he continues fiddling with the antenna, seeing if he can get a clearer image, as well as looking the tv over for any damage. spike you didn't destroy this thing bringing it in here, did you.]
Makes me a proper noble who makes good little peasant boys like you do the work for me.
I think the realistic answer is that there's just nothing sodding broadcasting here. But I wanted to see if you can manage it. Thought it'd be funny and it was!
[if spike's hoping to get a reaction out of rochalizo with that remark, he does, although not perhaps exactly what he was expecting. rather than get anger or defensiveness, something more akin to grief flickers across his face, before it gets shoved down.
after a few moments, he steps back from the tv.]
... Hmph. Well, I'll see if anyone else has had better luck with these devices. Otherwise, you might as well dismantle it for parts.
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Stupid. Sodding. Piece of shit.
[He catches sight of his new roommate, and lets out a snort in amusement.] Oh, this oughta be a laugh.
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rochalizo just stands there, staring at spike, before he pinches himself to make sure he's not having a nightmare right now?]
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C'mon rich boy, don't tell me you don't recognize me?
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You know how to get this piece of shit working?
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[ugh, but chances are, every room's only designed for one or so person. maybe he'll have to ask the children if there's anywhere relatively safe...]
What is that?
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What am I saying, of course not. Look, if you wanna walk out the door, that's your call. All it means is I get the room to myself.
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Move aside. Watching your earlier attempts was pitiful. [he's going to step towards the tv.] It needs to stop making that noise, right?
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Have at it.
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[but rochalizo looks over the tv, and despite what his mannerisms or unfamiliarity with the device might suggest, he does not do anything boorish or horribly inept! no percussive maintenance or blank staring. cautiously but steadily, he experiments to see which part does what, what might have any effect on the noise, etc.
muttering to himself—]
It clearly doesn't run on apolithoma... so where is its power coming from? [as he unplugs it or whatever before plugging it back in—] It deactivated, so not an internal source, then. The power is coming from elsewhere...
[oh right, he's supposed to be figuring out how to get it to stop making noise. he goes back to fiddling with the antenna specifically, since that seems to at least have some sort of impact on the fuzzing (besides, like, just turning the damn thing off).]
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Getting closer to figure out how it works. Good job.
[He's gotta be just a bit patronizing, sue him.]
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What, precisely, is the end goal you hope to achieve with this device?
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Clearly it's not displaying any bloody images, you nit.
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[he continues fiddling with the antenna, seeing if he can get a clearer image, as well as looking the tv over for any damage. spike you didn't destroy this thing bringing it in here, did you.]
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Makes me a proper noble who makes good little peasant boys like you do the work for me.
I think the realistic answer is that there's just nothing sodding broadcasting here. But I wanted to see if you can manage it. Thought it'd be funny and it was!
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after a few moments, he steps back from the tv.]
... Hmph. Well, I'll see if anyone else has had better luck with these devices. Otherwise, you might as well dismantle it for parts.
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We'll just have to wait for there to be a signal, or I'll go and nick a DVD or VHS player or something.
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What does a DVD or an VHS player look like? I'll keep an eye out.
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And I assume you'll want those things as well—what it plays?
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[He shakes his head with a pout.]
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Do inform me when friendship allows me to bend reality to my will, but rest assured I'm doing my best.