Room 325, Saturday Morning

[bitchprince]

It was morning, and there was an Arthur in his room, poking through some foods. He was a growing boy, it was winter, he needed a bloody lot of sustenance and he was going to get to that right now.

Or rather, he had been getting to it for quite a while, which explained why he was now hunched over his desk, chewing on a piece of bread in thought as he drafted up some plans for the frat over the coming weeks. For his standards, he was in a terribly good mood: he had hockey to look forward to, he had food, and, well.

Life wasn't too terrible, barring the ever-present itch of not being at home where he belonged. For the moment, at least. (Partly because he was generally good at repressing his angst except for when bits slipped on out)

He was also trying the Teevee again, much like he had every once in a while over the past few months, just to see if it got less... irritating. It did not.

And as it turned out, Arthur also still hadn't mastered the volume controls.

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[future_sandworm]

Leto might not be a big fan of the teevee either, but he did know about the volume control. He also might not be quite on speaking terms with Arthur, at least not when it came to friendly conversations, but that didn't stop him from pausing as he walked past Arthur's door.

"Have you turned deaf?"

[bitchprince]

"Make this thing stop before I have to bludgeon it to death!"

Ah, all those careful months of making sure he looked like he fit in this time, squandered.

[future_sandworm]

Leto considered this for a moment. "There is a volume button on the remote." He hid a smirk.

[bitchprince]

"I'm aware of that," Arthur snapped. He was suddenly rather tempted to fling something at Leto's head.

... Listen, you'd think he'd get the hang of this considering he could probably list off all the functions of his Blackberry (to a point, anyway) but the truth of the matter was that one button was not the same as every other button.

That, and he'd never gotten the volume down on his Blackberry, either.

[future_sandworm]

Wasn't he always tempted to fling something at Leto's head?

Leto entered the room, and reached out for the remote. Arthur had asked, after all.

[bitchprince]

Well, yes. It's just that right now, the remote was starting to look like an option.

Arthur tilted his head at him, and glared. "The button?"

[future_sandworm]

Leto shrugged. "That button," he said, pointing, although pointing at a remote that you weren't allowed to hold wasn't exactly precise.

[bitchprince]

"I've already tried it," Arthur informed Leto, and promptly mashed down at at least three buttons in the rough vicinity of where the man had pointed.

The remote did not respond. Neither did the TV.

[future_sandworm]

"Perhaps if you tried with some precision and patience," Leto observed. Why was he even bothering?

[bitchprince]

"I've been trying for the past fifteen minutes," Arthur muttered, tossing the remote at the bed.

[future_sandworm]

Leto snagged it, pressed the right button and lowered the volume considerable. Then he tossed the remote back on to the bed.

"Just so we can have some peace and quiet on this floor."

[bitchprince]

That... lasted for about twenty seconds, as the volume started to pick up again of its own violition.

"Yes, Leto," Arthur said, eying the screen as the bars picked back up, "That was very helpful."

[future_sandworm]

"Something is wrong with your TV," Leto replied. "It shouldn't do that." He also tried to hide how uncomfortable he was with machines doing things without a human to control it. "You should have it repaired."

[living_endless]

"Y'know," Didi observed, taking the three or so steps from her doorway across the hall to Arthur's, "some people might ask if you were trying to wake up the whole dorm."

Incarnations needed their beauty sleep!

[bitchprince]

"I'm not," Arthur said, tightly, "But the technology seems to. My apologies." Maybe he should just hurl the remote at it?

[living_endless]

Okay, if he was going to be nice about it, that deflated Didi rather quickly.

"Not a problem," she said, and held out her hand. "Do you need somebody to make it work, or do you have it covered?"

[bitchprince]

If it helped, he looked more than a little frustrated as he attempted to be nice? "I have it covered," Arthur announced, "Just need to sort out this whole... volume business."

Seriously. Why couldn't the TV be more like a Blackberry? Unobtrusive, sensical?

[living_endless]

"You could try one of the buttons you haven't been hitting?"

Look, no one had ever mistaken Didi for a technological genius.

[bitchprince]

"I have tried that, yes." Oh, look, someone dropped some irritation here, all over the floor.

...It was also entirely likely the remote had just stopped working, and Arthur just hadn't been able to tell the difference.

[living_endless]

"All of them?" Didi checked, flicking her hair out of her eye. "Is it doing anything? Changing channels, making the screen go funny, any of that?"

[bitchprince]

"I've tried all of them, and it just keeps screaming along," Arthur said, glaring at the screen. "It's like someone's being dragged off behind a horse."

[living_endless]

"Not that bad. It's more like an angry cat trapped in a closet," Didi contributed, and fixed her own gaze on the TV. Powers would be handy about then, but, since she didn't have anything worth mentioning: ".... have you tried unplugging it?"

[bitchprince]

Like... the Blackberry charger, right?

Arthur squinted at her. "I never 'plugged it in' to begin with," he pointed out.

[living_endless]

"So it was just in the room when you got here?"

Didi squinted at it, trying to discern the cord. Or if it was battery-powered, in which case her observational skills needed work.

[bitchprince]

There was a cord, curled neatly and nearly invisibly behind the TV dresser the whole thing rested on.

"I didn't exactly go out and buy it," Arthur pointed out.