1st Bite [Video]

[dirge]

[The screen flicks on, but there seems to be something wrong with a it. A long crack runs down the right side, fragmenting the image. The color also seems off, though its hard to tell if you haven't seen the speaker's paintjob before.]

Oh, you do still work. Hm.

[A big seeker of a less boxy variety than most leans in and raps on the screen with a knuckle, sending the drone drifting backwards with a distressed beep.]


I'll have to go find a bigger rock.

Comments

[dirge]

There's no need for concern. I certainly wouldn't put you in a farm. [In a gilded cage maybe, but not on a farm.]

[10_20_15_5_50]

That's... a good start, [if it's true] but I'm still not sure there's no need for concern.

[She's all ink, but you are some kind of sketch.]

[dirge]

Don't be silly! I take very good care of my possessions!

1/2

[10_20_15_5_50]

[so what even]

2/2

[10_20_15_5_50]

[Nevermind. This is just bizarre enough 'incredulity' has become base camp; other emotions are on the back burner.]

Y--

...how is it you're thinking we are on to 'your possessions,' here?

[dirge]

Oh, not yet. In the future. I was just reassuring you.

[10_20_15_5_50]

[You know who's not really reassured? This chick.]

What, exactly, are you expecting the future will involve?

[dirge]

Hm, just that we'll be seeing more of each other.

[He stands up and picks up the drone, shaking it experimentally.]

Perhaps this was a bad idea. Oh well. [It seems the shaking has knocked something loose though and the feed cuts out.]