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?