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“Let’s see,” the woman mumbles to herself trying to set up the tv. She manages to plug in the DVD player right on top of the stand with the tv being on although she sent two people, Capitano and Tartaglia, to try and find the remote for both things. Arlecchino is watching her trying to fix it as she takes a sip from her can of Dr. Pepper.
“What exactly are you doing there, Sandrone?” The other woman asks, leaning against the couch.
“Trying to get the T.V. to work since no one else will do it,” Sandrone growls in frustration. “Do you even know where Pulcinella, Scaramouche, or any of the other men? I sent Tartaglia and Capitano to find the remotes.”
Arlecchino traces a circle on her can while humming in response. “‘Dunno really. All I know is that Columbina’s and Pantalone’s brother is going to be visiting for a few days hence why they can’t help right now.”
“Isn't that the pharmacist guy who’s interested in mortality?”
“Yep, I’m surprised that Dottore hasn’t offered any help considering his knowledge.”
“He probably doesn’t trust the guy if I’m being honest.” She manages to get the DVD player to work and looks over to the one behind the couch. “We can talk about this later if you’d like. I got it to work and now we need those two back with the remotes.” The white haired lady nods as she goes ahead to tell everyone the news. Her footsteps echo the room leaving the blonde in silence for a couple of seconds. Tonight is supposed to be a binge watch of a show and it’s My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. She doesn’t understand why some of the group like it as it doesn’t suit her personal preference. She prefers Voltron a lot more than that, and fortunately, next week is going to be her choice. Sandrone actually doesn’t have a clue who picked this show out to binge as a group. Honestly considering the fact, most didn’t have anything to do, whoever did it wanted to have fun with everyone else. It’s been like this for awhile now; most members not doing much unless they have an important job somewhere else (ex. Pulcinella). She is unfortunately one of those people. The woman hates sitting around doing nothing, and she’s not allowed to invent in the house here just like how Dottore cannot perform experiments.
“Hello there.” She turns around and almost punches the poor soul in the face. It’s Tartaglia and she really wishes that she had done it. In his hand he holds both remotes therefore the men’s quest is officially over.
“Where’s the other one?” Sandrone sighs out. He jerks his head towards the entrance. Capitano has two people he’s carrying into the room which are the ones preparing a room for their brother. The girl is clinging onto dear life while the man is confident in his friend’s ability. The captain drops them both onto the couch. Columbina waves at the inventor while humming some new song. Pantalone on the other head nods in acknowledgment. An odd pair they are and there’s no way you suspect that they’re siblings.
“I’ve heard that you managed to fix the tv then, is that correct?” queries the banker. Sandrone can hear the bit of doubt in his voice so she takes the remote from the captain’s hand and throws it at him. He lunges forward to collect it before his glasses are thrown off balanced from it. “Oh.” His younger sister giggles so softly that you would have thought it’s the bugs.
“Why did you two take so long?” The inventor snaps, waving one arm back. Pantalone fixes his glasses in the meantime.
“Hmmm, well Baizhu has a daughter,” Columbina starts before getting elbowed by Pantalone. “Correction: she’s just in his custody and is going to be coming with him.” The man adds some extra tidbits in.
“He’ll be arriving tomorrow night or the day after that if things go well,” he says with a grin. Sandrone hopes that the visit goes well because it has been awhile since Baizhu came over. Four years to be exact if she kept track. She has great respect for him; more than Dottore if she’s being honest. At least one is more humane in his practice then the other.
“So, what’re we doing now?” The ginger asks, sitting down on a chair right by the couch.
“Waiting for the rest of the members you idiot,” the knave smirks, “If they don’t show up within the next ten minutes, we’ll have to just start without them.”
“I doubt Pierro’s going to show up, let alone Mister Mayor,” muses Tartaglia, “Maybe the doctor will come but I dunno. The Tsaritsa is strange, no? I fear what she’ll assign us if she decides to bring us back onto the field.” All other members agree on that and Sandrone sees why. The Tsaritsa is both their “boss” and god so whenever she assigns something, everyone must follow through with it no matter how much dirt must get on your hands.
“Who’s all in favor of starting without them?” Sandrone asks the group.
“I think they’ll live,” hums Columbina, tapping the side of the couch while leaning into her brother. Everyone agrees to what she said so they end up picking spots. Columbina, Pantalone, and Capitano all take the couch in that order. Tartaglia sits right on the ground right in front of them. Sandrone picks out a rocking chair right next to the couch. Arlecchino sits right in front of her for whatever reason. Time to watch a show.