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Hey, it's Pidge. Can't answer right now-- Rover quit it! --so leave a message and I'll get back to you when I can.
Rover, what did I say--?!?!

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[lordofthefries]

[Pidge is in luck. Sasha and Armin are from the same exact world.]

Good how?

[She's curious. Imagining how that stuff works still eludes her. She only recently learned that the light in the fridge doesn't stay one when the door is closed. How a computer makes beeps and boops and knows what someone wants from it is something Sasha can't begin to guess on.]

Are you messing with the television? Is that why it makes that cshhhhhh noise and nothing comes on?

[No, Sasha, that's called static and it means you pressed a button for a channel you don't have.]

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[Don't ask her that, Sasha. It's almost enough to get Pidge into cocky bragging mode. She's already got the barest hint of a smirk.]

I build a lot of those kinds of things myself. [An easy shrug.] From scratch.

[Of course, the comment about the TV makes her pause. Has she been messing with it? No. No, she's pretty sure she hasn't.] No, I'm not. Are you talking about the static you get when the channel isn't available?

[lordofthefries]

Why?

[Now she sounds like a toddler with all the why questions. Why would Pidge build them from scratch when the stores in town sell perfectly good TVs? If they didn't have any available or they didn't have the money for one, Sasha would understand building their own, much like how she sewed her own clothes from scraps of fabric because there were no shops in her little village and even less money to buy new clothes.

Static, Pidge says. Sasha shrugs because gods only know what static means to her.]

It's just a funny sound, I don't know. No one is talking or on the screen anymore. I thought I broke it or something.

[Pidge is in for a long and troubling ride on explaining how technology actually works to Sasha.]

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[Another shrug. The questions don't bother her; it likely just means that Sasha's curious about things she's never heard of before. Which isn't such a bad thing.

And she's endured worse lines of questioning.]

I enjoy it. And I like personalizing things for my specific needs.

[And with Pidge's guard officially lowered a significant amount, she goes to pull a chair over to the pantry. Because she needs to reach something high up.]

That sound and the lack of picture is called 'static.' It doesn't always mean the TV's broken, it usually means it's just not getting a signal.

[lordofthefries]

[For some people it is a bad thing. Some people don't have the patience or kindness to deal with Sasha and her curiosity. Some people just would rather not bother with someone who didn't know about the simple existences of indoor plumbing and electricity. Luckily it seems Pidge has nothing but time to waste.]

What kind of needs?

[Sasha follows Pidge around the kitchen wit her eyes, not really wanting this conversation to end anytime soon. It's nice. She hasn't really talked this much to someone in a while. She's missed it.]

Like a smoke signal? [That's the only signal Sasha's familiar with.]

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[Pidge shrugs as she sets the chair into position, making sure it's not going to wobble under her once she starts to climb on top of it.]

Depends. Sometimes I just need to build a bigger version, or a more powerful one, or one that can just do something that regular ones can't.

[And then she's hefted herself up onto the chair, reaching for the higher cabinets of the pantry and pulling the doors open to search for wherever Hunk has stashed his latest batch of cookies.]

Mm.. Not quite like that... Do you know what a radio is?

[lordofthefries]

That thing that plays music inside the Pokegear.

[She nods because that's as much as she knows about the concept of radios. Never heard or seen one before the Mom lady shoved the 'gear in her hand.]

It's not a TV, though, right?
[As for those cookies, Sasha gets the idea that Pidge is looking for them and points to another cabinet on the other side of the kitchen. She may or may not have samples a few. Or a lot of them.]

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[Pidge glances back in time to see where Sasha's pointing, then sighs and goes about the business of resetting herself. Close the cabinet. Climb down from the chair. Take everything to the indicated Correct Cabinet.] It's not, but it works similarly. A TV picks up pictures and audio in the same way a radio does. They're all transmitted to TVs and radios by- [What's the easiest way to put this.] -by something called a "signal." If they can't find that signal, then nothing comes out of it but static. [And now that Pidge has set herself up where the cookies should be, she's giving that search another go.]