Jean-Phillipe and Noriko

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The battery and capacitor meet for the first time. Noriko is buzzed, Jean-Phillipe wants to watch his television, and there is Snark.



The television in the recreation room was quite something, Jean-Phillipe decided. You could even get some proper French channels via satellite, which put him in a rather good mood. Now if he could just figure out how to use the remote without slagging it, he'd be much happier. At least the set itself was shielded so he could walk over and change the channel when he felt like it. And with the technological wonder that was TiVo, he could watch his favorite shows regardless of the difference in time zones. He settled back on the couch to enjoy some episodes of Paris enquêtes criminelles and Vincent Perez's moody good looks.

The jet lag was no longer an excuse, really, but it wasn't as if Nori needed an excuse to be on her third night without sleep. She'd been leery of using her powers every since coming back from Tokyo, much to Scott's dismay at her backsliding, and now she was more than a little overcharged. She wasn't exactly bouncing down the hallway, but it wasn't far off. And the random neurons firing in her brain were totally the reason why she suddenly decided to hurdle the back of the couch, landing on the cushion with a thud before she even realized anyone else was in the room.

And when she did notice, of course, it was too late.

"~Oh, for fuck's sake,~" Jean-Phillipe murmured in French, caught between crankiness and an attempt to be personable. "Hello. Noriko, is it?" he asked, somewhat butchering the pronunciation. "I was just about to take in my favorite show from back home. If you would like, you may join me," he said, his tone struggling to be more than simply begrudging of Nori's presence.

"Eh?" Nori started - at first he was entirely incomprehensible, and even when he switched back to English it was fairly accented. Which meant the crankiness in his tone came through more strongly. "Ah... hai. Is Noriko. You is...?"

"Jean-Phillipe," he answered curtly, pointedly not offering a hand. If she hadn't read the journal thread where he'd explained his difficulties, he didn't exactly feel like recapping it for her.

For her part, Noriko prefered not to shake hands anyways, and didn't even notice the lack. The short reply, however, had definitely been remarked upon. "Ruzu omae... what is watch?"

"It is a television show from back home in France. A detective show, like that Law and Order they have here in the United States. Only much better, of course." Jean-Phillipe's provincial biases were showing.

Oh yeah, that was a whole lot of words going right over her head. Noriko grabbed on to one of the few that she'd caught and decided to give the conversation (and the boy) one more shot. "France?" she asked, head titled inquiringly.

"Yes. France," Jean-Phillipe repeated. This girl was starting to annoy him rather quickly. His accent was perfectly understandable, and he wasn't speaking French, except the slight bit of frustrated cursing he'd done, so obviously Noriko was either slow or didn't speak English. Either way, he really wanted to watch his show.

Nori rolled her eyes, looking exhasperated. "Omae ruuzu no baka." He clearly wasn't worth her time, whoever he was, and given how much effort she had to put into sitting still, staying here wasn't going to be an option without rather more congenial company. "Jya nen."

"Tu m'emmerdes. Va te faire enculer, con," Jean-Phillipe shot back. He wasn't sure whether she was swearing at him in Japanese or not, but getting a few incomprehensible licks of his own in made him feel better.

Noriko bounced up off the couch almost as abruptly as she'd bounced into it. Time to go some better company and possibly a more active time killer. It looked like it was going to be a long night.