[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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@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.]

[reimagines]

[ Will is fairly happy to have something to keep him company after the lock-down. Max might be able to hear footsteps in the background if he listens.

Gingerly, because Will isn't sure if who he's speaking to is just a man of few words or if he's being unfriendly: ]

What was on it?

[feralone]

[It takes a moment for Max to find the appropriate buttons and settings to send a file to Will's tablet (even with help from the little animated helper program). But, after a lingering space of non-response Will's device finally alerts him to the new video file sent to him from the gruff man identified as "max" on the network.]

[reimagines]

[ There's a long delay in reply as Will watches the received video. Re-watches it. Again and again, sharp eyes searching for clues. It all seems fairly... pedestrian in comparison to everything, though, but it's the first confirmation of real, actual, normal people having lived here. Or so he assumes. An insight to what things were like before... this. ]

I wonder what she wished for.

[ A pause. ]

Any idea what they're referring to when they mention a protest? Is there propaganda where you found that? Anything?

[feralone]

[Actually, now that you mention it there was posterboard and paint in the basement where he found the card. However, he doesn't mention these things since the posterboard had been blank.]

No. [A pause.] There was a photo on here. Your protestors are in it.

[reimagines]

Hardly my protesters. More likely to be yours considering you found them. Or rather, didn't find them.

Dead or escaped, I wonder. Neutered in their uprising's infancy, maybe. Not enough information to tell.

[feralone]

[No need to get fussy about his poor word choice. Max was not interested in the protesting part at all like Will. Will could have them. Or whoever wanted them.]

Somebody else found them. You want to check? Go look.

[reimagines]

I wouldn't know where to start, and I believe you just fine.

[ He isn't offended by the abrupt, short replies. Easier when people say the bare minimum, words stripped down. ]

You should share it. On the network. Have you found anything else interesting?

[feralone]

Ask.

[Preferably not him.]

I sent it to those interested. [beat] Nothing else.

[reimagines]

[ Is this what it's like for people when they talk to Will when he's closed-off? The thought provides some amusement. ]

I'll remain an interested party if you find anything else. [ A pause. ] What are you interested in?

[feralone]

Surviving.

[reimagines]

Asides from the obvious, I should've added. Any objects or pieces of information in particular??

[feralone]

No, just surviving.

[Sorry, Will. It's really his only instinct. He doesn't know anything else. Hasn't for a long time.]

[reimagines]

[ Oh, dear. He rolls with it. It's not like it's a bad thing to want, by any means. ]

I'll let you know if I find something that helps you with that, then. If you tell me about anything else you find.

[feralone]

Hm. [It's an acknowledgement but after a moment he adds a definitive word, too. (He'll start talking like a normal person eventually. Maybe.)] Deal.

[reimagines]

[ Success, even a small one like this, is nice when you're stuck in a wintery hell. Will would offer a smile here if they were face-to-face or on video, but they aren't, so he simply makes a mental note on the man's network tag. He'll check up on him occasionally, he decides. Especially after seeing his pause at the SD card. ]

Deal.