Done in narrative form for fun, but rather stream of consciousness, and maybe not much fun to read? Also, I think Doc wanting to watch TV is probably OOC for him, but uh . . . chock it up to curiosity?
"So, do we actually get television, or is this just for researching games?"
"Oh, no, we get all kinds of stuff! HQ has its own channel." Vania held down the PlayStation's start button and the screen flickered, but displayed the same image.
"Is it . . . stuck?" Doc asked.
"Oh, this is a Let's Play. I think the A/V Division sponsors this. It lets agents show off what they're playing from their RC. And then . . ." she pressed a button on the remote control. "There's a separate channel for kids. Nutmint, as opposed to the regular Nutmeg."
"Ugh. Like Nick, Jr. or whatever?"
"Well, this is the PPC, so no. It's much better."
The screen showed a thin-haired man reading from a large book. "'My name's Scrubb, and this is Pole,' said Eustace. 'Would you mind telling us where we are?'"
"Ah, Narnia," said Doc, but then he frowned. "Is that actually Lewis?"
"Yeah," said Vania calmly.
"But." Doc shut his eyes and shook his head. "But Lewis is. Is."
"Dead? Maybe on your Earth."
"But that's it? Two channels, and one aimed at kids?"
"Oh, no, no, no! Those are just the two created here, specifically for HQ. We get reception from all different shows. Here, do some surfing. I gotta pee."
Doc frowned as he took the remote. "Thanks for sharing," he muttered. He tried out an arrow key, and the channel changed again.
It was playing the theme song to a cartoon. "♪On the Transformatronic Vocational Transport! Step inside, it's a wondrous, fantastical ride! Ride on the Transformatronic Vocational Transport!♪"
"God, yes," Doc murmured.
". . . What are you watching out there?"
"Children's cartoons," Doc replied obliviously. "Also, don't talk to me from the toilet, please." He changed the channel again.
A bipedal green lizard was charging at a weird black doll with red eyes in a circle around its head. A pinkish light suddenly appeared in front of the doll, which the lizard tried to slash through. An announcer's voice called out, "Claydol managed to survive that Leaf Blade thanks to Reflect, it was still super effective damage! And now it looks like Steven is switching to another Pokémon."
Doc flipped. A girl with long hair was marching jerkily towards the camera with a well in the background.
"Weird," said Doc, and he flipped.
A dark stairwell showed, lit only by a weird emergency light glued to a wall, which was beginning to sputter and fade. There was just enough light to see an expressionless mask floating in midair. It slowly began to glide towards the screen.
Doc huffed. "Weird." he changed it again.
A stone statue of an angel stood in a mist, hands covering its face. Hearing the sink running, Doc turned to address Vania as she returned to the main room, and so missed the statue pull its hands away from its face.
"Vania, a lot of these channels are just weird."
"Whatcha got?" she asked, coming around the corner of the screen to see a Weeping Angel advancing towards them. She shrieked and grabbed the remote, hitting the "Home" button to go back to Nutmeg TV. "Let's just stay in HQ for now, okay?"
Doc's brow was furrowed. "What was that?"
"Something we wouldn't want in HQ."
"But then, we're stuck with just the two channels."
"Well, sort of. But remember, we're in HQ. Time only counts for a sixth, here. Let's see what was on an hour ago." She pressed another button.
The video game footage was replaced with a classroom setting. A little kid in ratty clothing was talking at the head of the classroom. "And seeing as how you students is all having such difficulties in writing about the lives of Paris's poor, Miss Irene informs me that you'll each be having a turn spending a night in the elephant—" he grinned— "with the rats.
The seated students groaned, some beginning to complain before the gibbering of some book-shaped figures silenced them.
"Oooh! OFU lessons! How about an hour from now?"
The screen now showed a PicPsych nurse, apparently being interviewed. "It is hard sometimes, you know? I mean, I'm trained to improve people's mental health, and with agents, that's what I do. But with some canons . . . Well, let's get back to Captain Ahab; he's a prime example. He was heavily Sued when we got him, and we essentially had to get rid of all his well-adjusted behaviors, and find away to bring back the monomania."
Vania glanced at Doc mischievously. "Wanna cheat?"
"What do you mean?"
"Let's see what was going on back in Jay's time." She held a button down for nearly a full minute. When she stopped, an agent was just setting down a paper. "That concludes our list," she said, folding her fingers together and giving the camera a look somewhere between a smirk and a sneer. "If you have any information on these dangerous rogue agents, do not hesitate to inform the first officer you see. Just look for the sash with the Black Cat." She turned herself to demonstrate the flash patch on her won sleeve.
"Eh. Bad example," Vania said, hitting "Home" again. "Let's try a couple decades in the future?"
It was another news report. A young woman on "on the scene," as they say, of a section of hallway brutalized with scorch marks and slashes in the generic surface. "Several of the agents involved are currently being cared fro in Medical," the reported said into the microphone. "However, one agent present in the confrontation is said to be missing. Internal Affairs is asking for any information regarding the whereabouts of Agent V—"
"Meh. I'd rather not know." Vania flipped back to the present. "So anyway, what do yo feel like—watching."
Doc was back on his bed, reading. He grunted.
So, uh, thoughts? Concrit? gfd