[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.]

Comments

[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.