[network/open] @max; video; day 004, late morning

[feralone]

[He was not particularly fond of the fact that these devices could broadcast videos but hey it could come in handy at times. Such as this. On the screen was a bunch of snow but above that snow was a small, black card that resembled an SD card for the tablet being held tentatively between forefinger and thumb. Max had no idea what the thing was for but he took it with him anyway. A quick search of his tablet had found a slot where it might fit. But was that a good idea?]

What does it do?

[The gruff voice was short, to the point, and did not bother to clarify any more than that.]

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voice only ID is LELRIC

[armoured]

[Al is probably one of the least qualified to answer this question, since he's from 1915 where there's nothing like this kind of technology. But he's determined to try and help.]

I'm not sure, does it say anything on it? Is there anything on any of the sides?

Voice; ID: max

[feralone]

[Pardon him, his reply reverts back to an audio-only component since that's what he's most comfortable with.]

No.

[And again it's really short and to the point.]

[armoured]

Oh.

[Well, that was succinct and kind of awkward.]

It's not some kind of food, is it? It's kind of hard to see from this position.

[feralone]

[It's not you Al, it's just how Max always is.]

No. It's plastic and metal.

[armoured]

Does it have any buttons? Maybe it's a smaller version of this telephone thing.

[He wishes he could look at it himself, but he'll have to make do with the video feed.]

video; ID: starspangledhero

[fifty]

It's an SD card! You put it in your tablet and then you can see what's on it, like pictures or files or whatever.

[America is considering making some sort of PSA about this.]

Voice; ID: max

[feralone]

[He went back to an audio-only component when he hit respond to the incoming messages. Much more comfortable that way.

It was that 'whatever' part that sort of concerned him. What if it messed with the tablet in an unwanted manner?]

You think it has something useful on it.

[Not really a question, but still a prompt.]

[fifty]

Yeah! [America grins, nodding enthusiastically.] There could be top secret info.

[Or pictures of someone's cat.]

[feralone]

Or something harmful.

[Cat pictures would be preferred at this point to what his mind keeps coming up with.]

Video; ID: technicalities

[tadashiwashere]

[Tadashi leans close to the screen, squinting as he inspects it.]

Looks like an old SD card to me. There should be some sort of data on it that you can access once you plug it into your device. Do you see any numbers or anything? That might tell you the amount of data it's capable of storing.

Voice; ID: max

[feralone]

[Tadashi might be used to this by now: Max resumes audio-only transmissions from here on out.]

No. No numbers. No writing.

[Physically speaking. He has no idea if anything is being stored on it.]

Video; ID: technicalities

[tadashiwashere]

[Tadashi switches over to voice again, too, following Max's lead. He's vaguely concerned about what could be on the card, especially when there's nothing to mark the size of the files it could potentially contain.]

Have you tried accessing the data yet? It could give some more clues about this place.

[He debates for a moment, then sighs.]

There's also the possibility it contains corrupted data, or a virus. If you have information on your tablet, make sure someone else has a backup before you access the files. If something goes wrong, try a factory reset. It should clear out any malicious apps that might be installed from the card for any reason.

Perma-Voice

[feralone]

No.

[A brief pause as Max tries to assimilate the instructions.]

How do I do that?

video - ID: claytonator

[dr_unconscious]

[The view here is also of mostly snow--just about as far as the eye can see, though that isn't very far at all with the bleak skies--but rather than showing a found item, the camera is pointed at the underside of Clayton's face while he cradles his tablet in his arm. There's no real point to this, save the illusion of human contact. Clayton predicts that he has a long, cold walk ahead of him. This should keep him entertained for a little bit.]

Now if I recall, you ain't the only one found onea these things. [Which isn't too unusual on its own, but the methods and results are what have Clayton's attention. He pensively scratches his chin with his free hand.] Where'd you find yours?

Voice; ID: max

[feralone]

[Sorry, he's going back to the good ol' fashioned audio-only component now. He's not sorry.]

In a basement.

voice

[dr_unconscious]

[Boo, no fun. Clayton is left mildly confused at his choice, but decides that it probably isn't important enough to deeply investigate. Maybe he's just not a Skype person. No judgement.]

So not onea them blank ones from the machine? [Hmm.] I'll bet it's been used, then. Prob'ly got data on it, if it ain't damaged from lyin' 'round so long, don't you think?

[feralone]

Hmm. Possible. [Also sort of what he's afraid of by this point in time. What if it had something bad on it? Okay, afraid wasn't quite the right word but wary and cautious were perhaps. Though he could do without the communicator--he was used to being completely on his own anyway--it was also a useful tool. He hated giving up useful tools where such things were in short supply.

After a moment.] Machine?

@ishtar; voice

[prochronistic]

[By the time Yuuri sees this, others have already explained what the SD card is, which is fine by her because she's actually a little baffled by them, herself. She was from the era of floppy disks, and then she was the era of no technology at all, ever.

What she's gleaned from the others is that there's something to be seen if he uses it right.]

Is there anything interesting on it?

Voice; ID: max

[feralone]

[That sounds familiar. Similar to Max's life.]

Don't know.

[He hasn't checked yet. Still considering it.]

[prochronistic]

Why not find out? You just have to put it in the little slot on your tablet, right?

[Her curiosity is more than a little overbearing, but thankfully the network dampens that a little bit. She can't crowd at his elbow and peer at his tablet over the network, anyway.]

[feralone]

[Probably for the best they're not talking in person then. He wouldn't know how to react--or he'd react badly on instinct.]

That's what they say.

[But did he really want to go screwing around with this thing? He could barely operate it properly as it was.]

@winston; voice

[reimagines]

Have you figured it out?

Voice; ID: max

[feralone]

[Granting that this is later in the day, perhaps even at night after lock-down:]

Yes.

[reimagines]

And did you do it? Read the card.

[feralone]

[Definitely some time after lock-down, he finally replies again.]

...Yes. [He doesn't sound particularly happy about that outcome, if one word can convey such a thing.]