i ♚ accidental text/voice

[bruxisms]

[ Since his arrival, King Stannis Baratheon has been familiarizing him with the halls of the Tranquility and the queer technology that makes up the vessel (though it all still strikes him as nothing short of madness). All the technology that is, save for one queer device. He is a distrustful man by nature, and as he examines it, he finds that he rather dislikes the look of the thing.

Perhaps he will dislike it even more when he inadvertently activates the "text" function on this queer device, broadcasting across the ship communication system. ]

qwertyuiop

[ Why would letters be organized in such a non-sensical manner? It seemed to him that it would not make communication any easier. Yet again, he presses the letters. ]

. . .

Q W E R T
Y U I

OP

[ It takes some time for him to notice that such is apparently being broadcast, though a small alert indicates such to him (for he could see nothing else that would cause such).

The Others take this infernal device. The Others take this infernal ship

He moves his jaw back and forth for a moment, before activating the video function, though he immediately turns it off. Who knew who (or what) might be watching.

So finally (after much teeth-grinding), he opts for the "voice" function, keeping it short and simple. ]

Speak.

[ Further answers would come in time. He would make sure of such. ]

Comments

voice;

[wolfinthesnow]

[Oh.

Oh.

Don't laugh, Jon Snow.

No seriously don't laugh]

Do you need some aid?

voice;

[bruxisms]

[ but how can you lave, when you have no head, Lord Snow? He is silent for a moment, as he works out how to reply, and when he does, his voice is short. ]

Does it look as though I require aid, Lord Snow?

[ ...the answer to that would be "yes, your Grace, it does."

and if you value your head, you best not answer it, Lord Snow. ]

voice;

[learnedtosmile]

What do you expect us to say? [Blake isn't laughing, technology is annoying and confusing sometimes, yo.]

voice;

[bruxisms]

[ he is silent for a moment...

and another...

...and then... ]

It was not meant to be viewable to all.

audio;

[tumbleweeds]

[ She'd be laughing if she didn't find this an excellent time for trolling.

Do they tell dogs to "speak" in Westeros, Stannis? Because if so, this might be familiar. Specifically, it's a dog bark. ]

audio;

[bruxisms]

[ they do, of course. he is rather fond of the beasts, truth be told. loyal animals, and not so easily bought as their human counterparts.

nevertheless, he is rather shocked to hear a bark over this queer device. ]

...A dog...

[ what else can he say? ]

[voice]

[jurisimpudent]

[He frowns slightly.]

Are you addressing someone in particular?

[voice]

[bruxisms]

[ and he frowns even more so. ]

It had merely been my intent to discern the device's purpose.

[ short. direct. ]

[ video ]

[hostage]

[Oh my god. That's hilarious.]

'sup!

[ video ]

[bruxisms]

[ no. this is incredibly humiliating and frivolous. he does not have time to waste speaking to such... individuals. and this one seems to be using the "video" function.

he also does so, eyes betraying mistrust. ]

Sup.

[ what manner of greeting was that? ]

voice.

[shoyu]

[ gosh, that little display was precious. oh so cheerfully: ]

Good afternoon, sir! Is there anything in particular you wish to hear?

voice.

[bruxisms]

[ he mislikes that cheer. he mislikes all of this, particularly the fact that he has made an utter fool of himself. ]

No.

[ a pause as he moves his teeth from side to side. ]

It was... not my intent for such to be broadcasted for all to see.

[ assuming, of course, that was what the infernal contraption did. ]

voice

[kicktomorrow]

I hear they have classes for the elderly to learn cellphones.

voice

[bruxisms]

[ what is this cell phone of which you speak?

he cannot see the face, but he mislikes that tone of voice. ]

If you speak of me, six and thirty is hardly "elderly", woman.

voice

[rickon]

No. You can't make me.

[Rickon retorts ... somewhat illogically, since saying no to an order to speak involves, well, speaking.]

voice

[bruxisms]

[ well... this was new. ]

Yet you just spoke, did you not?

[ and he is more than happy (or as happy as Stannis can be) to point out that contradiction. ]

video;

[grandseigneur]

When offering up a order, one should at least make the order relatively clear.

[he looks, and sounds, bemused.]

What would you like to discuss? Politics, art?

video;

[bruxisms]

[ gods be good, were all men aboard this vessel utter fools who took delight in the mocking of such trivial matters?

once again, he finds himself speaking through a tightly clenched jaw. ]

It was not my intent to discuss anything.

[northerner]

[ wow what sort of incapable monkey's operating this advice. ]

Is your device troubling you?

[bruxisms]

[ the one that natural selection decided should still be alive, Robb Stark. ]

It is no longer.

[ his voice is commanding and firm. ]

(voice)

[krakeness]

[ The eyebrow raise is in her tone. ]

What are we to speak of? [ When you can't even write. ]

(voice)

[bruxisms]

[ he will not be mocked by yet another, particularly if it is a woman (and a greyjoy no less, though he does not know that fact just yet). ]

It was not meant to be broadcast to all, woman.

video;

[hisfinestact]

[ Jaime is smiling because the alternative is crying into his hands, really. ]

That was a valiant attempt. Not very successful in the end, obviously, but valiant.

video;

[bruxisms]

[ though the face may appear somewhat (or perhaps completely) different from the last time that they met, he cannot forget that voice. he had never liked the man before his brother's death, and he liked him even less now. though it was his traitorous sister who he suspected was the true mastermind of the plan, the fact did not change that this man had assisted her in her treason.

though he had suffered a humiliation, he would not hide with his tail between his legs. and so, he turns on the video feed, blue eyes fixed in an expression of pure fury. ]

Kingslayer.

[ it would be the first and the last time Ser Jaime Lannister would bear witness to his humiliation. ]

voice

[nooneiseversafe]

[She may not like technology overly much, but even Sarah understands its basics.]

Unfamiliar, I take it?

voice

[bruxisms]

[ yet again, he moves his teeth from side to side... unsure of exactly how to approach this situation. it was a woman's voice, and so his tone takes on that of stiff courtesy. ]

I have never seen a device of the sort.

visual

[became]

It can spell, too.

[ helpful, neal. helpful. ]

text;

[bruxisms]

[ ...as if to prove a point... he begins to type. slowly, surely.

and leaving the capitals on. ]

YES. IF THERE ARE LETTERS, WORDS MAY BE FORMED.

video;

[deadandred]

Y'know, fella, you could ask around, see if anyone wants to help you out. That's what I did.

[Not that he's responding in text, but he knows how to. And that is his point here.]

video;

[bruxisms]

[ when he speaks, it is through a tightly clenched jaw. ]

Yet it would seem that I have discovered how to work the blasted machine on my own accord.

[ he is rather insulted.

Fella? ]

[voice]

[doggedly]

[There is absolutely no amusement here--nope, none at all; just very convincing courtesy. After all, who could find such a serious and well-planned post amusing?]

Sorry, sir, but--speak of what?

[voice]

[bruxisms]

[ really, by this point, his patience is running thin, and it takes all he can to keep from snapping at the boy. ]

It was not meant to be broadcast, or do you assume that every man who sets foot on this damned vessel is aware of how to work these seven-damned machines.

[ he would have half a mind to behead them all, though such a thing would do his cause little good. ]

( VIDEO )

[seem]

[ By the time Littlefinger's image appears onscreen, he has schooled his expression into something halfway between neutral and politely interested. (The more kings, the merrier, or something like that.) Despite the small field of vision that the video function offers, he bobs his head in a makeshift bow. ]

Your Grace. I take it your arrival was recent?

( VIDEO )

[bruxisms]

[ first the Kingslayer, and now Lord Baelish. it would seem that the company he was meant to keep on this vessel worsened by the moment.

he curses Jon Snow for not telling him of such men. ]

Yes.

[ short and concise. ]

Spare me your pleasantries, Lord Baelish.

[ the man had done his job well as Master of Coin, but that was all that could be said of him. only a fool would trust Littlefinger. ]