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 Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 2:56 pm
"I do not believe I do." Caleb let his head fall back onto the bed.
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 3:01 pm
Moé paused.
"It's a piece of technology! It's Earth-originated, but Midgardians like me borrowed it..."
She opened a portal.
"Mom has a ton of spares, she's an inventor. She won't mind..."
She took it out, and then hooked everything up, feeding off of her parents' electric.
She turned it on.
"See?"
She paused.
"Awwww! Only Midgardian channels! Earth channels have all the silly, funny stuff, like Ninja Warrior."
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 3:05 pm
Caleb tilted his head to the right slightly as he looked into the television. He did not understand the point of such a device.
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 3:10 pm
Moé paused.
"Oh, this is used to carry information over long distances."
She flipped to another one.
"This is a news channel! so you can find out what's happening around the world."
She went to another one.
"This is a cartoon channel for entertaining brats..."
She paused.
"This one is-- AGGGH!"
She blocked his view of it and hurriedly flipped to another one.
"Oh, and a music channel."
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 3:15 pm
Caleb wanted to know why she blocked the device when odd bass guitar driven music and various grunts came from it. He never minded it as he let his head fall back to the bed.
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 3:20 pm
[[XD]]
Moé paused.
"Okay... Relaxation music, relax--"
It popped up again [she typed in a number wrong], and Moé hurriedly flipped to the cartoon again.
"Gargh! Why do they have a channel like THAT next to a kids' channel?!"
[[Valentine: It's so that kids will learn about such things, and will, in their curiosity--
Reynard: You CANNOT be serious, Val.
Valentine: Due to the Apocalypse, Midgard has a population in total of about 500. Of course they'd use propaganda to fuel the economy, in Hallmark fashion...
Me: It'd suck if that ever happened to our world, then...]]
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 3:26 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 3:44 pm
((back.))
Caleb slipped out of the room unnoticed, going down to the study. He fell into his leather chair and picked the tome back up, trying to remember where he left off.
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 3:47 pm
Moé turned around.
"I'm sorr-... Damn it!"
She trudged down to his study after thinking of where he'd be, pouting.
"Sir, you're sick. You need to lie down. Working in this state'll hurt you worse."
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 4:08 pm
"I feel fine at the moment of being." Caleb replied. "You should not worry."
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 4:13 pm
Moé went over, and felt his brow with a hand; since her intentions were normal, her body was of normal temperature.
"Your forehead has some sweat on it, Sir."
Since he was sitting, she hugged his arm.
"I just don't you to hurt yourself from neglect, Sir... I love you, after all."[[D'awww, so cute.]]
[[Since her mother is technically the Sun's soul, as well as a fertility/creation goddess, that could explain Moé's body suddenly warming up with, err, questionable intent.]]
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 4:21 pm
Caleb went into a terrible fit of coughing. He pointed his beaked mask at his student. "I would believe you want myself to go into my bed."
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 4:25 pm
Moé nodded.
"You read my mind, Sir. I'll make a cure-all while you rest! No, no, not like that. It's a natural remedy. Teehee."
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 4:41 pm
Caleb sighed. "Fine." Caleb's towering height came back as he walked back up the stairs and into his room, falling onto his bed.
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 4:45 pm
Moé went into a portal, and came back in Caleb's room with a bowl of homemade chicken noodle soup.
She held up the spoon.
"This phases food like the fork from before. Do you want me to spoonfeed you, or are you not that tired?"
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