|02 (accidental) Video|
[It's as black as, well, the inside of Jim's pocket. There's rustling noises; he's walking somewhere. Apparently, you can butt-dial PCDs. Jim never knew.
He pulls the PCD out of his pocket, and there's a blur of street before it focuses on his face. ]
How long has this thing been on?
[He sighs. This always happened with his PADD, too. Button mashing everywhere. Damn 'advanced' technology.]
...So, anyone want to join me for house hunting? [He mutters to himself] How do I send coordinates on this thing, all the buttons are... aha.
[He clears his throat] I'm at [x,y] if you want to catch up. Anybody got recommendations?
He pulls the PCD out of his pocket, and there's a blur of street before it focuses on his face. ]
How long has this thing been on?
[He sighs. This always happened with his PADD, too. Button mashing everywhere. Damn 'advanced' technology.]
...So, anyone want to join me for house hunting? [He mutters to himself] How do I send coordinates on this thing, all the buttons are... aha.
[He clears his throat] I'm at [x,y] if you want to catch up. Anybody got recommendations?