Maybe it's something to do with this place being pretty 'stable', so to speak. There isn't any paradox to power it.
Or maybe there just isn't enough electricity.
They've got a lot of electricity, it just isn't working.
"Here, just like - hold this against the back wall so I can use the mirror."
Kendra hands Bina a tiny maglight. They have lots of flashlights now.
"Like this?"
"Err, no other side. Wrong hand."
"Oh! Right yeah, that would be bad."
"Just scoot in a bit further and - ok. There. Hold it. Yeah, like that."
Kendra inserts a long thin piece of wire with a tiny mirror on the end into a small gap in the device.
Bina: Hold the light. Make small talk.
"Soooooo… I'm thinking omelettes?"
There is a loooooooong silence. Kendra wiggles the little mirror on a wand around in the back of the modified TV.
"I mean, for breakfast. I don't just randomly think about egg-based foods. I don't just randomly think about food at all. I mean, not any more then regular people do. Like, sometimes you're like 'I could really go for a good sandwich' but it's not - I mean, I certainly don't have any weird food-related like, stuff, or anything."
"Really."
So this is going well.
"I mean, despite whatever you may have seen while looking through the closets earlier. I mean, like, um, I really don't even know why that costume is here and…"
And precisely none of this is getting a response out of Kendra. Bina gives up, and sighs.
"So you having any luck?"
"I think - just maybe - yeah. Christ."
"What?"
"Dammit!"
"What!?"
"Twelve was right. They actually are welded in there. If I go in through the back with the torch it'll crack, or I'll melt one of the beams or - crap, crap, crap!"
"Uh…"
"Whatever Three was up too when she made these things, she really didn't want anyone to mess with them."