[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

[dr_unconscious]

[Clayton is starting to notice that this is a guy of few words. Concise, though. He can work with this.]

Yeah--heard about somebody findin' a store with some kinda dispenser in it. Gave out blank SD cards--new ones, I reckon. Might be where all the rest a these came from, when there were still folk buyin' from it.

[He has a long think.]

...Funny, that we ain't found any tablets to go with 'em.

[feralone]

Hmm. [Duly noted. He'll keep an eye out--for the store more than any dispensers since that could be useful. Though it's probably picked over by now he knew how to scrounge with the least amount of useful things left behind. Well, it was worth a look anyway.

Unfortunately for Clayton he doesn't have much to say about it though. He just makes another noncommittal sound to prove he's listening; this one of acknowledgement or agreement to the last comment.]

[dr_unconscious]

[...Very few words. Slightly less easy to work with. But still, there's not many of them here and Clayton is willing to carry a conversation if he has to.]

...What's your name? Max, like the username?

[feralone]

Hn. [He's not really happy with the tablet for using his real name but... he'll live.] Yes.

[dr_unconscious]

[Them's the breaks. Clayton is still massively embarrassed that he can't change his.]

Well then it's nice ta meet ya, Max. I'm Clayton. Where're ya from, Max?

[feralone]

[That received a bout of silence in response. There were names for places where he'd been, where he traveled through, sometimes at least, if the people left to their half-lives had decided to give it one or more likely it was simply a description of the area. But they were useless. Anyone not from there wouldn't understand or recognize such names.

But neither did he feel like using the broader scope--a name that someone might recognize such as the former country of the landmass he roamed. That time was gone, lost, destroyed.

Eventually he grunted negatively and then:] No where.

[Then he turned off the communicator, going offline.]

much later that night

[feralone]

[After lock-down Max finally decides to take the risk of inserting the SD card into his tablet device. He watches the video a few times before deliberately knocking the tablet far away from himself.

A voice taunts him in his mind, whispering accusations and demands for his absence.

Later, he carefully picks the device back up. There are no words from him but the road warrior sends out a downloadable file to everyone that showed interest in what he had found. The file contains a video.]