Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Afternoon
Ringo had all this video from AT runs out at the warehouses that her newly-set-up drone had managed to capture, but it was hard to tell if said footage was any good on her phone's tiny screen. But there was a giant TV in the common room that she could review it properly.
Of course, a nice big high-definition screen made it really easy to see all sorts of things that a dozen viewings on her phone hadn't revealed. Which meant that it wasn't long before Ringo was doing running commentary that made it clear just how terrible the girl on screen was.
"Tuck in your arms!" she yelled at the TV. "How are you supposed to control rotation if you're flailing around like that? And what was that landing? Did you see that wobble? It's because you over-rotated! You call that a flip? That was terrible!"
Sometimes Ringo was her own worst critic.
[ooc: Open like a CR, with warnings for possible SP.]
Of course, a nice big high-definition screen made it really easy to see all sorts of things that a dozen viewings on her phone hadn't revealed. Which meant that it wasn't long before Ringo was doing running commentary that made it clear just how terrible the girl on screen was.
"Tuck in your arms!" she yelled at the TV. "How are you supposed to control rotation if you're flailing around like that? And what was that landing? Did you see that wobble? It's because you over-rotated! You call that a flip? That was terrible!"
Sometimes Ringo was her own worst critic.
[ooc: Open like a CR, with warnings for possible SP.]