RP: Salvaging Characters: River, Jake & Oy Time/Date: August 30, later afternoon. Location: Lobby Warnings/Rating: Likely PG, but TBD Summary: River attempts to fix something that is clearly broken. Status: Closed, completed
She would not deny an extreme curiosity about the images on the televisions today. She couldn't, frankly, because to do so would be to deny a vital part of herself and her own need to explore the world around her. But... people here were being very... careful, today. After the incident with the strange latex devices (which River still did not trust were not filled with some sort of toxin - they smelled awful and their direct purpose for being in everyone's rooms was lost on her.
Yes, very well, for the purposes of safe intercourse, but flimsy latex that needed to be applied to an erect member in a very specific way during an emotionally heightened period without ripping, tearing, or touching in any way other than the specified lest there be risk of contamination? No wonder the number of unplanned pregnancies in the 21st century was so high if these were their means of controlling it. But she digressed) the adults, and others who felt uncomfortable with the easily influenced young ones being exposed to such things were keeping an extra watchful eye. River had watched the brown haired girl with the cat be ushered in and out of rooms all day - sometimes with the magic girl who didn't have a wand, sometimes without. Sometimes, there was no cat. But the point being that clearly, little Lizzy was very interested in the pixel images that were coming out of the black box.
Which, to cycle back to an earlier thought, River was as well. But she could name at least three people off the top of her head that would be uncomfortable with her watching any of the material on the televisions, and likely at first glance anyone who walked in on her doing so would join those numbers, and so she had found herself facing the issue of finding something else to do with her time.
Which was... around the time that she stumbled upon the broken... she was fairly certain it had been the... television. She could distinctly make out the archaic tubes and wires that were used to create the images viewed on the screen, most of them shattered and destroyed.
She wondered who. The what and how were obvious to her given the residual emotions that still floated around the area, but the who was the question that most concerned her. The why would follow that.
Though, she supposed, it didn't really matter, as she had just discovered something that would suit as a project for the afternoon so that she could avoid direct adult supervision and 'child locks' on the TV. Later, when people had stopped paying attention, she would watch. For now, she would salvage parts.