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starhuevalley2018-06-27 09:34 pm
statecrafter) wrote in starhuevalley2018-06-27 09:34 pm
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001 ⚜ ( VIDEO/TEXT. / ACTION. )
i. video prompt.
[ the screen flickers to life and anyone currently viewing the network will get a good look of a little robotic face staring right back at the viewer. they're small and white and sporting the biggest smile on their face as they peer down the pad, blinking for a few seconds before they let out a shriek of delight and attempt to throw(?!) the pad across wherever they are in the outdoors.
suddenly the view changes, the screen a blur of colour and movement before it settles itself again and is now directed at a woman who seems to be in her thirties, her expression stern. (though, for a second, it softens just a bit when the baby babbles something both nonsensical yet cheerful from offscreen.) ]
Hello, I'm Lorem. I apologise for that; I was trying to activate the device earlier and had set it aside to finish some chores. It seems Daylight thought he should give it a try for my sake.
So I'll get straight to the point- I was wondering if anyone would be willing to help me in setting up fences around my farm. My son is adventurous and likes to try and explore on his own, and I would like to keep him safe from his adventurous self. I'm asking here and not through the board because I'm hoping for it to be setup by today for personal reasons.
Payment will be given in return for your aid so feel free to drop by the farm or you can ask questions long as its related to the work at hand.
Thank you. [ after this, she gives a brief set of directions for where her farm is and will leave the device running while she continues to work, should anyone wish to send her a message or reply. she does switch the format to text though, out of habit more than anything else. ]
ii. action prompt.
[ should anyone take up lorem's call for help or just happen to stumble upon her farm while they're going about their business, this is what they'll find:
lorem, hard at work, wrist deep in soil and focused at the task at hand. her silver-white hair is pulled back into a messy bun as she works, dedicated in her mission to ridding her field of weeds and rocks and other debris that could get in the way of farming.
her son, daylight, is nearby. he seems to be entertaining himself well enough- happily using a set of buckets and boxes as an impromptu drum kit, his little hands slapping and hitting against the surface with glee. sometimes he'll throw one of the buckets or boxes and lorem dutifully trots after it, picking it up and making sure she's dusted it off before giving it back to her son.
one such chase after a bucket has her realising there's company with her. ]
Hello. Are you here for the job?
[ the screen flickers to life and anyone currently viewing the network will get a good look of a little robotic face staring right back at the viewer. they're small and white and sporting the biggest smile on their face as they peer down the pad, blinking for a few seconds before they let out a shriek of delight and attempt to throw(?!) the pad across wherever they are in the outdoors.
suddenly the view changes, the screen a blur of colour and movement before it settles itself again and is now directed at a woman who seems to be in her thirties, her expression stern. (though, for a second, it softens just a bit when the baby babbles something both nonsensical yet cheerful from offscreen.) ]
Hello, I'm Lorem. I apologise for that; I was trying to activate the device earlier and had set it aside to finish some chores. It seems Daylight thought he should give it a try for my sake.
So I'll get straight to the point- I was wondering if anyone would be willing to help me in setting up fences around my farm. My son is adventurous and likes to try and explore on his own, and I would like to keep him safe from his adventurous self. I'm asking here and not through the board because I'm hoping for it to be setup by today for personal reasons.
Payment will be given in return for your aid so feel free to drop by the farm or you can ask questions long as its related to the work at hand.
Thank you. [ after this, she gives a brief set of directions for where her farm is and will leave the device running while she continues to work, should anyone wish to send her a message or reply. she does switch the format to text though, out of habit more than anything else. ]
ii. action prompt.
[ should anyone take up lorem's call for help or just happen to stumble upon her farm while they're going about their business, this is what they'll find:
lorem, hard at work, wrist deep in soil and focused at the task at hand. her silver-white hair is pulled back into a messy bun as she works, dedicated in her mission to ridding her field of weeds and rocks and other debris that could get in the way of farming.
her son, daylight, is nearby. he seems to be entertaining himself well enough- happily using a set of buckets and boxes as an impromptu drum kit, his little hands slapping and hitting against the surface with glee. sometimes he'll throw one of the buckets or boxes and lorem dutifully trots after it, picking it up and making sure she's dusted it off before giving it back to her son.
one such chase after a bucket has her realising there's company with her. ]
Hello. Are you here for the job?
2
She still stops, though, but that's more because of the sight of a child. A couple years ago she might not have recognized it as a child, but that was before she met April who, for all her talk of rebooting and servers and everything else Toby didn't understand, had still been a little girl who loved her mommy with everything she had. Now Toby sees a person, and her memories of Gillian as a toddler are still so fresh it's easy for her to see that this little being must be about the same age in one way or another. It causes her heart to catch in her throat for a second, but she swallows down the pain and her smile isn't nearly as forced as it is a lot of the time her past comes back to haunt her]
Ah, no, hadn't heard about it sorry. What do you need? Besides an extra pair of eyes to watch this little troublemaker that is. [that's said warmly, though. Some people who know Toby only as the woman who is covered in blood more often than not might be surprised by that]
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praise the rust; it's why lorem is more willing to engage with her and share her thoughts more freely than she would have done if they were back in her world. ] It's fine. I thought it'll be worth the shot and post it on the network in hopes I'll get a faster reply. [ hmmm. next time, she should probably use that community board that's been seeing a lot of use.
that's for another time. let's focus on the current conversation at hand with her conversation partner- ]
I was actually hoping for some help with putting up a fence around an area of my farm for my son to use his play area, of sorts. Daylight - that's hit name - has been eager to explore the world but I’d have a better peace of mind knowing where he is exactly if I can't find a babysitter on time.
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[the softness in her features--something that has been difficult to find again, and might hurt but is still instinctive--lingers as she looks back at the child] Hey Daylight. [she tries to keep a balance of sweetness in her voice without being condescneding--she knows April had been young when they met, and had looked like a pre-teen and maybe had the emotions of one, but she'd been smarter than Toby could ever hope to be. She doesn't know if Daylight is the same, but isn't going to assume anything just because he's playing a lot like Gillian did.
At least there's something to keep her from lingering on the image of a little girl with her father's eyes who had asked Mommy to buy ice cream on what should have been just another day. She draws a breath, smiling at Lorem] I'd be glad to help out. How high's he climbing these days? [she can't keep something-well, parental out of her voice, then; she still remembers Gillian climbing bookshelves, after all]