[Open RP] The first episode is always the most boring...

[gourmetchairman.livejournal.com]

So Kaga had been eating dinner and wondering when Hogwarts had TVs in the Great Hall, or whether they would even work.

Then the first episode of Hat Shore began.

Kaga had wrinkled his nose at the idea. He doesn't watch much TV (there were better things to do) but he was aware of the concept of reality tv and found it distasteful. Sure, by technicality Iron Chef and its international spinoffs were reality shows too, but at least he and his nephew made them classy, damnit!

He nearly spat out his food when he saw Yukimura, then Kuronue on screen. As Ariane appeared and explained things to them, he realized that this was another experiment of the Sorting Hat's (yes, he's heard of the village of tents and mass weddings).

He continued to watch in horrified, fascinated pity as the episode played out.

[[Kaga needs someone to be horrified with. :P]]

...Popped culture?

[bitmagnificent.livejournal.com]

As was wont to happen, there was an uneasy rumble amidst a mass of popcorn. It shifted, and heaved, and spewed forth a spindly-looking man in a tattered suit before settling again. He staggered to his feet, shook his head, and then stopped.

Blink. Glance. Sniff.

Something was wrong. Incredibly wrong, in fact. He could have sworn he was reaching specifically for the handle in order to let Wilf out... but the door was now conspicuously absent. As was the entire chamber, really, the office, the headquarters, the... probably the world. Well, maybe not the world. He didn't feel quite out of phase, not in the cosmic sense, at least. He was still on Earth - an Earth. But something was wrong.

He had absolutely no idea where he was. This was a corridor he was sure he'd never seen in his lives, much less been in. Everything was a bit weird. The dimensions of the walls, the air itself, the smells around him. He hopped experimentally... nope, not regenerated. Still him, easy.

Out came the screwdriver. Environment stable, solid, good, but no signal from the TARDIS. And what was more, a strange substance...

...

"Butter!" he exclaimed indignantly. "And it's not even real! What in - why would someone teleport you and dump butter on your head?" He took an annoyed step forward... and slipped on the greasy sole of his shoe, landing squarely on his bottom with a grunt. "I've been dipped in it! Did you dip me?" he shouted at the air. "WHO TELEPORTS A MAN AND DIPS HIM IN BUTTER?"