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May. 18th, 2016
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ventifact[never before has rey used the video function of her MID on the network. she's happy with relative anonymity, and would prefer to keep herself that way. but drastic times call for drastic measures. or, well, asking for help requires a more personable approach than she's used to. and showing her face is one way to do it.
the video starts out upside-down as she fiddles with the device, but she quickly rights it and after a quick shot of her face (hazel eyes oddly bright, grease smudged across freckled cheeks, more flyaway hairs than usual), she turns the feed to a droid. it's a new model, probably unfamiliar to most of the people from her universe, but still recognizable as an astromech droid.
one of its panels is open, revealing extensive wiring inside. the droid's head swivels back and forth, and every now and then it emits a few beeps and occasionally a low whistle. to anyone good at picking up on inflection, it sounds slightly worried. anyone who knows droidspeak can tell it's saying something along the lines of, "be careful in there." rey's voice comes from behind the camera, and she reaches forward into the wiring with one hand as she holds the MID with the other.]
This came in the... mail for me. I guess they don't just take things from our homes.
Anyone know anything about programming? It's a blank slate. [the droid whistles agian: "my program files are no longer blank."] I've got the basics--the latest generation of droidspeak and its basic functions. But I don't know much about subprograming.
[a beat. she'd really rather do this on her own, but she doesn't want to mess it up. a droid is invaluable here.]
Thanks.
the video starts out upside-down as she fiddles with the device, but she quickly rights it and after a quick shot of her face (hazel eyes oddly bright, grease smudged across freckled cheeks, more flyaway hairs than usual), she turns the feed to a droid. it's a new model, probably unfamiliar to most of the people from her universe, but still recognizable as an astromech droid.
one of its panels is open, revealing extensive wiring inside. the droid's head swivels back and forth, and every now and then it emits a few beeps and occasionally a low whistle. to anyone good at picking up on inflection, it sounds slightly worried. anyone who knows droidspeak can tell it's saying something along the lines of, "be careful in there." rey's voice comes from behind the camera, and she reaches forward into the wiring with one hand as she holds the MID with the other.]
This came in the... mail for me. I guess they don't just take things from our homes.
Anyone know anything about programming? It's a blank slate. [the droid whistles agian: "my program files are no longer blank."] I've got the basics--the latest generation of droidspeak and its basic functions. But I don't know much about subprograming.
[a beat. she'd really rather do this on her own, but she doesn't want to mess it up. a droid is invaluable here.]
Thanks.
knaval[riptide is standing in front of a new addition to the cargo bay. those that know rodimus may recognise the general design of the craft.
judging by riptide's expression and his slow rubbing of his temple with one hand, he's got a headache. his optical ridges are drawn together so closely he might as well be trying to merge them into one. he sighs heavily.]
I just...
[shaking his head, the hand rubbing his temple draws down, over his face.]
The Leading Light is like right next to this thing, the Ingress couldn't have hit a few feet to the left?
[again, he exhales slowly.]
Well. We have a craft now, I guess. I know how to maintain this thing, by the way, so if anyone tries to very understandably pull it apart, just know that I will notice.
[there's a difference between cybertronians being around and actual cybertronian tech lying out in the open, after all.]
judging by riptide's expression and his slow rubbing of his temple with one hand, he's got a headache. his optical ridges are drawn together so closely he might as well be trying to merge them into one. he sighs heavily.]
I just...
[shaking his head, the hand rubbing his temple draws down, over his face.]
The Leading Light is like right next to this thing, the Ingress couldn't have hit a few feet to the left?
[again, he exhales slowly.]
Well. We have a craft now, I guess. I know how to maintain this thing, by the way, so if anyone tries to very understandably pull it apart, just know that I will notice.
[there's a difference between cybertronians being around and actual cybertronian tech lying out in the open, after all.]