Ok If I’ve timed this right it ought to be just after eurovision.
Your prompt today is whatever act won.
[AN: You got it right. I’m willing to bet you were expecting something like Gay Disco Dracula though]
Shayde called it ‘degaussing’ when she didn’t call it “Catching up wi’ five hundred years o’ Tivo” and it usually involved a bucket of popcorn. Buttered, of course.
“So what are you binging on, tonight?”
“Eurovision.”
Her answers always surprised him. Humans displaced in time generally caught up with soap operas or teledramas. Shayde was, as always, different. “Enlighten me. This is an Earth custom?”
“Oh aye. Europe get together to see who sings the best and then gets in a snip aboot who really does. England loses. Always.”
“Ah.” Terrans. They found endless ways to pick a fight with each other. He sat by her on the couch. “What are you up to?”
“Twenty-fifteen.” She offered some popcorn. “The year - fer no reason, ye ken - they let Australia play.”
“Australia. Great southern land. Opposite end of the globe. Not Europe at all?”
“Aye,” Shayde munched on her handful. “I think they did it tae piss off the States.”
“Probably,” allowed Rael. He watched in confusion. “I thought this contest was a celebration of costume and spectacle.”
“They toned it down for the noobs, I reckon.”
“That’s it? Laser projection and flashy lights?”
“And a catchy song that’s ninety percent chorus, aye.”
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