"Don't think I don't see you!" Hsien yells at the television. "You [i]liar[/i]!"

Lady Foxfire never fully grasped how television worked. She had instantly assumed from the first time she saw a broadcast episode of Gilligan's Island, that the people on the screen would be able to hear her if she shouted at them. And why not? It was essentially a miniaturized stageplay, wasn't it, or some sort of scrying spell, or whatever. The details were for nerds. She was a fox and had enough fox magic to make her uninformed opinions reality.

So it was indeed the case that her voice [i]carried[/i]. The screen wasn't a wall any more; it was a portal - or something stranger. A tupla, a dream fragment, a platonic ideal? When Foxfire had first yipped encouragement to Gilligan as he was about to doom the crew once again he had responded as Gilligan and not as a confused human actor. All Hsien knew was that she was seeing red, so much so that she'd dragged the vending machine halfway across the room so she could bark in foxy outrage.

"This isn't like stealing a tofu bar!" said Hsien. "This is politics! You're messing with the city itself! You know that this is wrong! You're hurting people in ways you don't even understand, aligning yourself with the landlord class, and that haircut is like a three, tops! What's even the [i]point [/i]if you're not cute? What's even the [i]point [/i]if your scheme hurts a thousand people along the way?"

[A Mind of their Own, Unleash Your Powers: 1, 1 +3 = 5]