Issue #62 - Video

[mistconduct]

[In the mess hall is Chris, who's somehow procured a gigantic poster board stretching a good twelve feet across.

On the board is pinned a photo of everyone on the Barge. Marker in hand, Chris begins going through the photos one by one - every time he gets to someone he knows is changed, he scribbles a black goatee on their face. Yes, even the women. Especially the women.

He pauses when he hits Tig Traeger.

And then takes out a small bottle of White-Out and begins to carefully erase his goatee]






[OOC: A thousand thank-yous to Fire for the amazing art!]

Comments

[mistconduct]

Well, you're welcome. Come up to look at the chart if you get confused.

[changeitroundsome]

I'll be sure to do that. I take it ya'll updating it as you learn who's affected?

[mistconduct]

I'm gonna try, yeah. Provided some asshole doesn't come and tear it all down when I'm not looking.

[changeitroundsome]

Always a possibility. Even without the mix up, this place ain't exactly a poster child for the morality inclined.

[mistconduct]

True. Fuck, why don't we have the Cloud here?

[changeitroundsome]

[Long. Pause.]

I'm not sure what a cloud has got to do with anythin'.

[mistconduct]

The Cloud, man, jesus. Don't you live in the digital age? Everything's up in the Cloud now.


Okay, up above our heads right now are invisible pictures we can pick up on our phones.

[changeitroundsome]

No, twenty six ain't got nothin' digital about it.

[W.H.A.T]

Pictures can go onto phones? Like the movin' pictures on the communicators? [He hates this technology bullshit, none of it makes any sense.] How do they get up there?

[mistconduct]

Christ, what? No. Jesus.

Okay, we're gonna back up. Back way the fuck up.

Do you know what selfies are?

[changeitroundsome]

[Facilier hates not knowing things, he's so used to being on top of his game, having all the cards in his hands, that being completely ignorant of something really grates at him.]

Not even the slightest clue. Sounds like somethin' some pretty, young flapper would do. Young folk's game, that.

[It's a dance, right? Right?]

[mistconduct]

Okay. Okay, just. Do what I do.

Hold your phone out like this, way up high with your arm straight.

And do this thing with your lips.

[Yep, duckface happening]

...And while you're doing that, take a picture of yourself.

[changeitroundsome]

He's just going to continue staring for a moment at what is clearly a lunatic. ]

Son, you ain't got a hope in hell of me doin' that.

[mistconduct]

If you want to fit in with all the cool kids, you've gotta start learning this stuff.

[changeitroundsome]

I got no intentions of fittin' in with kids of any sort. Ain't young enough for those games any more.

[mistconduct]

Scrooge.

[changeitroundsome]

Bah humbug.

[mistconduct]

We'll work on selfies and the cloud later. I'll give you the Internet 101 when things settle the fuck down.

[changeitroundsome]

Mighty kind of you, can't say I wouldn't take the opportunity to get up to speed on such things.

[He makes a note to himself to never get tricked into doing that self-ee thing.]

[mistconduct]

That's what I'm here for. Little, kind me.

[changeitroundsome]

I can tell you're doin' it out of the goodness of your heart. [Sarcasm? Maybe.]

[mistconduct]

Hey, I'm a great...good person.

[changeitroundsome]

Well, we all got good in us, I suppose, else we wouldn't be here, right?

[He doesn't think he has any. He'd come out in a rash, or something, he's sure.]

[mistconduct]

I guess. I guess they wouldn't have made me a warden otherwise.

[changeitroundsome]

Got some faith in you, hmm?

[mistconduct]

I'd like to think so, yeah. Admiral hasn't kicked me off yet.