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thisavrou2017-02-23 01:05 am
kickeminthepistons) wrote in thisavrou2017-02-23 01:05 am
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- VIDEO - live from the Vault House -
[[OOC: This is a joint post. Denim-blue is Gaige, orange is Krieg, and black is Zer0.]]
[The video feed turns on, and there's a face that's too close to the TAB. Not, like, straight up against the eyeball, but close enough that you can only see the face: green eyes, red hair, a little bandage on the cheek. Her mouth scrunches up thoughtfully as she backs up, looking at something behind the TAB for guidance. An unseen cameraman. Come to think of it, the feed is bobbing up and down, like the TAB is sticking to something floating. She backs up enough that the camera can see her in all her punk rock glory, and the interior of a fancy tree fort. There's very little in it, and very little concern for what gets thrown where.]
Okay, that should be good, right? [The cameraman doesn't answer. She finally looks straight at the camera.] Awesome. So! Okay! Hello, to all my soon-to-be-subscribers! You don't know it yet, but I'm about to become your favorite it ECHOcaster-- or, well, um-- they said this was a TAB, so maybe-- TABcast? Whatever, I'm going to be your new favorite talking head on your comm devices.
[She keeps talking quickly, with the kind of nerves that channel any stage fright into adrenaline:] My name's Gaige -- I'm a major league pro Vault Hunter and gadgeteer extraordinaire -- and this is a behind-the-scenes look at my fun-filled life of shooting up bandits and monsters for fun and profit. [A pause, before she adds,] … eeexcept maybe they don't have any bandits here? Whatever, we'll find SOMETHING that needs to be blown up, and then YOU will be close enough to the action to--
[MEANWHILE, this lanky ass helmet wearing noodleperson drops in behind Gaige. Like literally, he just drops down from the ceiling. Maybe there's a hole in the roof, maybe he was doing some spiderman shit, like who even knows. He manages to land without making a sound because ninjas are slick that way. Once he realizes that Gaige is recording something, he promptly starts heading for the nearest exit. He doesn't want to interrupt, but mostly he doesn't want to end up all over this network thing.]
[UNFORTUNATELY for the lanky ass noodleperson, he runs right into a giant slab of towering muscle shaped more or less like an extremely stacked human man. His exit is inconveniently blocked, and also rudely called attention to, when the shirtless individual's gaze drifts from his little ninja buddy to his little anarchy pal.]
IT'S RUDE TO LEAVE WITHOUT SAYING HELLO!
[He has a voice like a freight train with volume control to match. Does he know he's interrupting Gaige's ECHOcast? It's likely. Does he care? Not at all.]
Hello.
[So much for sneaking out unnoticed. Hopefully the hurried and slightly irritated greeting is enough to appease the shirtless muscle stack, because that's all Ninja McSneaky is going to say before trying to duck around him to make his escape.]
[Unfortunately, Gaige hasn't just been talking through this commotion, and gets one cybernetic hand on his shoulder before he can get away from the camera.] I think Krieg's got the right idea. Why don't you introduce yourself, Zer0? Name, age, sex, five-page backstory, all the good stuff that you've been holding out on.
[To help out - because he is a very helpful guy - Krieg puts his hands on Zer0's shoulders, spins him in place to face the camera, and then takes one of the assassin's skinny noodle elbows in his hand and manipulates the limb to cause Zer0 to wave at the camera.]
And don't forget to smiiiiiiile!
[Oh, there are no smiles. There is a holographic " :| " projected in front of Zer0's faceplate, though. Close enough, right. He is not on board with these shenanigans okay.]
I'm very busy. / Perhaps I'll have time later, / Though it's not likely.
[He's just going to let Krieg waggle his arm around for a moment while he makes a shooing motion at Gaige with his free hand. FUN IS OVER]
[Gaige gives an office stare at the camera.] Sooooyeah. That's Zer0 in a nutshell: Man of mystery, dork of no-fun. [But she grins after, with a faint hiss of a laugh -- he's a friend, so if he's not going to join in the fun, then she's having the fun at his expense.] And over here -- Deathtrap, point it up a little higher, you're probably cutting off like half his face right now -- over here, we have Krieg, who makes up for Zer0 by shouting about nipples. These two guys are like my partners in crime!
[Krieg absolutely takes that as his cue to laugh - a loud, raucous, vaguely unhinged sound.]
MnahahahAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! NIPPLE SALADS!!
[As for Zer0, he has nothing to add to any of this. He just silently glances between Krieg and Gaige, a red ". . ." blipping up in front of his face plate. Sigh.]
All right! So, since this is the first TABcast, how about Krieg and I answer some of your viewer questions? And we can probably force Zer0 to help, somehow.
[The video feed turns on, and there's a face that's too close to the TAB. Not, like, straight up against the eyeball, but close enough that you can only see the face: green eyes, red hair, a little bandage on the cheek. Her mouth scrunches up thoughtfully as she backs up, looking at something behind the TAB for guidance. An unseen cameraman. Come to think of it, the feed is bobbing up and down, like the TAB is sticking to something floating. She backs up enough that the camera can see her in all her punk rock glory, and the interior of a fancy tree fort. There's very little in it, and very little concern for what gets thrown where.]
Okay, that should be good, right? [The cameraman doesn't answer. She finally looks straight at the camera.] Awesome. So! Okay! Hello, to all my soon-to-be-subscribers! You don't know it yet, but I'm about to become your favorite it ECHOcaster-- or, well, um-- they said this was a TAB, so maybe-- TABcast? Whatever, I'm going to be your new favorite talking head on your comm devices.
[She keeps talking quickly, with the kind of nerves that channel any stage fright into adrenaline:] My name's Gaige -- I'm a major league pro Vault Hunter and gadgeteer extraordinaire -- and this is a behind-the-scenes look at my fun-filled life of shooting up bandits and monsters for fun and profit. [A pause, before she adds,] … eeexcept maybe they don't have any bandits here? Whatever, we'll find SOMETHING that needs to be blown up, and then YOU will be close enough to the action to--
[MEANWHILE, this lanky ass helmet wearing noodleperson drops in behind Gaige. Like literally, he just drops down from the ceiling. Maybe there's a hole in the roof, maybe he was doing some spiderman shit, like who even knows. He manages to land without making a sound because ninjas are slick that way. Once he realizes that Gaige is recording something, he promptly starts heading for the nearest exit. He doesn't want to interrupt, but mostly he doesn't want to end up all over this network thing.]
[UNFORTUNATELY for the lanky ass noodleperson, he runs right into a giant slab of towering muscle shaped more or less like an extremely stacked human man. His exit is inconveniently blocked, and also rudely called attention to, when the shirtless individual's gaze drifts from his little ninja buddy to his little anarchy pal.]
IT'S RUDE TO LEAVE WITHOUT SAYING HELLO!
[He has a voice like a freight train with volume control to match. Does he know he's interrupting Gaige's ECHOcast? It's likely. Does he care? Not at all.]
Hello.
[So much for sneaking out unnoticed. Hopefully the hurried and slightly irritated greeting is enough to appease the shirtless muscle stack, because that's all Ninja McSneaky is going to say before trying to duck around him to make his escape.]
[Unfortunately, Gaige hasn't just been talking through this commotion, and gets one cybernetic hand on his shoulder before he can get away from the camera.] I think Krieg's got the right idea. Why don't you introduce yourself, Zer0? Name, age, sex, five-page backstory, all the good stuff that you've been holding out on.
[To help out - because he is a very helpful guy - Krieg puts his hands on Zer0's shoulders, spins him in place to face the camera, and then takes one of the assassin's skinny noodle elbows in his hand and manipulates the limb to cause Zer0 to wave at the camera.]
And don't forget to smiiiiiiile!
[Oh, there are no smiles. There is a holographic " :| " projected in front of Zer0's faceplate, though. Close enough, right. He is not on board with these shenanigans okay.]
I'm very busy. / Perhaps I'll have time later, / Though it's not likely.
[He's just going to let Krieg waggle his arm around for a moment while he makes a shooing motion at Gaige with his free hand. FUN IS OVER]
[Gaige gives an office stare at the camera.] Sooooyeah. That's Zer0 in a nutshell: Man of mystery, dork of no-fun. [But she grins after, with a faint hiss of a laugh -- he's a friend, so if he's not going to join in the fun, then she's having the fun at his expense.] And over here -- Deathtrap, point it up a little higher, you're probably cutting off like half his face right now -- over here, we have Krieg, who makes up for Zer0 by shouting about nipples. These two guys are like my partners in crime!
[Krieg absolutely takes that as his cue to laugh - a loud, raucous, vaguely unhinged sound.]
MnahahahAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! NIPPLE SALADS!!
[As for Zer0, he has nothing to add to any of this. He just silently glances between Krieg and Gaige, a red ". . ." blipping up in front of his face plate. Sigh.]
All right! So, since this is the first TABcast, how about Krieg and I answer some of your viewer questions? And we can probably force Zer0 to help, somehow.
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[As far as Rinzler can tell, publicizing their glitches is most of what users do with this feed.]
[still video YOU CAN'T CONTROL HER]
Uh, yeah it is? I mean, he first TABcast of this feed, obvs.
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Clarify: feed.
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[Whatever, she switches into nerd-mode.]
Channel, stream, feed -- a source provider of digital video and audio, where other users can access it for entertainment purposes. A feed in particular is one where the user can subscribe and receive a notification whenever the source updates--
--with new--
[She frowns, trailing off, as if she's suddenly interested in her TAB all of a sudden. She takes it back from the still-unseen cameraman.] Wait. Do they seriously not have a "SUBSCRIBE" option on here?
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The definition given is new, though—or heavily edited enough to have only a rough similarity to the base term. If it weren't for the level of detail (and the user's surprise), he'd assume she was inventing the concept as she spoke. As is...]
Subscription not relevant.
TAB feed: shared by all network participants.
Your broadcasts: not unique.
[Except, possibly, in volume.]
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And as far as unique goes, we've got a psycho. [She gestures over her shoulder at the nipple salads guy.]
[But seriously, she looks like she's having fun with this debate.]
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[And is Rinzler having fun being a pedant?
Yes.The world may never know.]no subject
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[So, none.]
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I mean, don't get me wrong, it's a huge load of bullshit. But it does apply here.
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[All of that. But especially the last part.]
Copyright not included in Savrii law.
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Because holy shit, I could make a fortune making totally legal replicas of Hyperion tech.
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"Slavery, rape, Link’d Inc., murder, theft, and destruction of property is not allowed anywhere on Thisavrou." ]
Copyright: not referenced.
Transactions in other systems: also not referenced.
[Enjoy~]