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Re-Entry 07: Video/Spam
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[Felix's video is on, but he's not actually very visible; just the edge of his shoulder at the corner of the screen, moving as he does... something with his communicator. It's stationary on the table in his room, but it jostles very slightly every few seconds as he fiddles with it. Most of the view is of his extremely generic-looking if surprisingly rumpled bed.]
I'm sure I'm just repeating some of the chatter that's already gone out over the warden filter, but... has anyone else noticed that our communicators are starting to pick up radio waves? Has anyone gotten a signal? [He pauses, with another slight twitch of the screen.] And I don't suppose anyone has a spare I could borrow?
[Whatever he's doing, he's too absorbed to switch filters, and this isn't secret enough to make private, so he just continues from there:] Narvin, I'm going to try this out in the CES. I might be able to club together a rudimentary DRADIS, maybe even a motion detector... [He pulls back a little bit now, just enough to get one eye on the screen. He's not smiling any more than usual, but he looks oddly excited.] Dean? I'll see you up there at the usual time. Uh, bring the Colt.
[Backdated Spam for Racetrack]
[It's a while before he makes it to the pub. He really does go to work for a bit, but mostly that's because he needs the time to pull himself together. He's feeling manic and angry at the same time, disjointed, at loose ends with himself in a way he hasn't been in a long time. In the end, he pays a visit to Dean to settle himself and has a cigarette on the deck first, and then makes his way to the pub, knocking on the door.]
[Felix's video is on, but he's not actually very visible; just the edge of his shoulder at the corner of the screen, moving as he does... something with his communicator. It's stationary on the table in his room, but it jostles very slightly every few seconds as he fiddles with it. Most of the view is of his extremely generic-looking if surprisingly rumpled bed.]
I'm sure I'm just repeating some of the chatter that's already gone out over the warden filter, but... has anyone else noticed that our communicators are starting to pick up radio waves? Has anyone gotten a signal? [He pauses, with another slight twitch of the screen.] And I don't suppose anyone has a spare I could borrow?
[Whatever he's doing, he's too absorbed to switch filters, and this isn't secret enough to make private, so he just continues from there:] Narvin, I'm going to try this out in the CES. I might be able to club together a rudimentary DRADIS, maybe even a motion detector... [He pulls back a little bit now, just enough to get one eye on the screen. He's not smiling any more than usual, but he looks oddly excited.] Dean? I'll see you up there at the usual time. Uh, bring the Colt.
[Backdated Spam for Racetrack]
[It's a while before he makes it to the pub. He really does go to work for a bit, but mostly that's because he needs the time to pull himself together. He's feeling manic and angry at the same time, disjointed, at loose ends with himself in a way he hasn't been in a long time. In the end, he pays a visit to Dean to settle himself and has a cigarette on the deck first, and then makes his way to the pub, knocking on the door.]