4th Gear - Video;

[gofortheoptics]

So, we all know that there's something fishy going on here by now.

But I think -- and don't shoot the skeptic here, because it seems we can't afford to have any men down -- that if there is going to be a threat, we want everyone to be capable of keeping in touch.

No man left behind, as it were.

To that end, if there are any people experiencing difficulties using their communicators, I'd be happy to help.

[A team is only as strong as its weakest member, right? You never knew when even someone who'd previously seemed useless would come through at an unexpected moment.

She brings the video a little closer to her face.]

I don't bite, I promise. So, any takers?

[Sooner was better than later.]

Comments

[reaperman]

Tattoo?

[ Death tugs the end of his left sleeve back to look at his arm where bits of black? Or are they grey? They have his glow though so are the blue? Are in a constant rumba over invisible skin. Floating just barely over his bones. Only coalescing into the number he remembers when he gazes upon them. ]

[ The nanites form the numbers 002 » 080. ]

You mean this?

[gofortheoptics]

[...well, that's interesting.]

Yes, that's the one. The number will coincide with a room.

[She pauses.]

...so, do you think you'll be a little more -- mobile now?

[reaperman]

[ Death nods. Surveying the corridors and spotting numbers on doors. ]

Yes.

[ He turns to her. ]

Thank you.

[gofortheoptics]

You're welcome.

[She waves a hand toward the rooms.]

Can I help you with anything else?

I-I wish I had a rat icon orz

[reaperman]

[ There was a slight tug at the bottom of her suit. ]

Squeek.

[ The Death of Rats looked up at her, holding the comm device in both its bony paws. ]

O-oh that would be great

[gofortheoptics]

[Oh. She blinks, bending down to the rat.]

Right, the communicator. You wanted to figure out how to send messages to everyone, right?

[reaperman]

[ A nod and a Squeak. ]

[ The Death of Rats grinned. ]

[gofortheoptics]

[She drops down to her knees so she can show him the screen of her device.]

Here, let me show you.

[And she goes on to list off the steps to making basic posts, and how to lock them at the most basic level.]

Made icons cause I loveee youuuu (and the Rat)

[reaperman]

[ After the final taps on the screen, the rat locks the device then unlocks it again. Letting out a Squeak in approval. It looks up at Tali and raises a forepaw. ]

Squeak.

[ The rat grinned up at her again. ]

The cutest raaaat

[gofortheoptics]

[And Tali just looks ... mildly amused behind her mask.]

Think you can remember that? Just let me know if you forget.

[Or if it wanted to learn more.]

[reaperman]

[ The Death of Rats nods. ]

Squeak.

[ Whatever it learned would do for now. More questions could always merit a personal appearance again. ]

[gofortheoptics]

I'll leave you two to explore the new layout, then.

[Since they'll probably want to know their ways around.]

[reaperman]

[ The Death of Rats scurried back into the robes of Death, not taking its snout off the screen of the comm device. It climbed up bony legs until it emerged from a hint of collar and took its perch once more on Death's shoulder. Death nodded. ]

Thank you for your help.

Squeek!

[ And with that, both set off into the corridors of the living. ]


[ OOC: Just thought to wrap this up neatly. Sorry for the late reply again. Hopefully next month I'll be able to do a late room warming party. Hope Tali would consider dropping by =) ]

[gofortheoptics]

[No worries, and that would be great! :) ]