Fela | The Kingkiller Chronicles (relarfela) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2013-11-16 21:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, ~2013 november, ~40 points, ~~fela (relarfela), ~~felicity smoak (smoaksignals) |
WHO: Fela and OPEN
WHAT: Discovering her new world
WHEN: Saturday afternoon
WHERE: The electronics section at Walmart
WARNINGS: TBD/Likely Low
STATUS: OPEN/Ongoing
Fela was enjoying her lessons with Elodin. Of course, she always did. He was a strange professor, to be certain, and there was no doubt that his lessons were...a bit unusual. But she learned more from him than she had from just about any professor she'd had in all of her years at the University, and that was more than enough to allow her to forgive his unorthodox teaching methods. After all - she knew the name of Stone! Nothing else she'd accomplished in her years at the Arcanum had made her feel more a true arcanist-in-the-making than that had. And she was understandably proud of the fact that she'd actually mastered a Name faster than Kvothe had. After all, he was Kvothe. Not that she didn't like him - quite the contrary. She was very fond of him, and at one time had fancied herself in love with him. She was glad those feelings were over, but she still valued his friendship a great deal.
Today, Fela was exploring this strange place where she'd found herself. Madison Valley was unlike any town she'd ever been in, and she'd decided to take it as something interesting and new - something to embrace and to learn from, not to fear. She'd made her way to Walmart, which seemed to be not just a shop (although it was certainly that - one of the biggest shops she'd ever seen), but also a cultural icon of a sort. Positive or negative - well, she couldn't really figure that one out yet.
Walking down the aisles, amazed at all the products available to those who lived in the town (and it wasn't such a big town, certainly no bigger than Imre), she finally stopped at a section that appeared to her almost magic, although she knew that it wasn't. Here, boxes showed moving pictures, music blared out of strange desires, and people seemed to be sorting through small square plastic boxes that seemed to hold...stories of a sort that went on the large boxes with the moving pictures. Her mind immediately went to her knowledge of sympathy and artificery, but she came up with no way such a thing could be done. Perhaps with a great deal of work? But...still.
She stepped closer, watching the moving pictures closely, rather amazed. The teenage salesperson made his way over to her, and inquired after her, obviously bored.
"How does it work?"
He stared at her, obviously wishing he could be somewhere else than listening to a strange refugee girl ask ridiculous question.
"You turn it on. Either with the remote or the button," he answered flatly.
"No, I mean, inside. How does it work? Can you show me?"
He gave her a look as if she were insane. "It's a TV, lady. It's nothing that spectacular." He rolled his eyes and walked away, leaving her quite disappointed. She took a step closer, looking at the back of it, which offered no clues. There were no runes or anything of the sort that she could understand.
"Well. There has to be something that makes it work..."