[Toaster had already managed to flick that audio feed button on from his frantic movements alone. His communicator jostles about its compartment with the receiver just barely sticking out.
What can be viewed is truly horrifying.
Or amusing.
Or tragic, it really depends.
Toaster is setting up his 'friends' in his room. He is yet to realize, or even take the time to notice, that they are and will be forevermore sentient.
One can see his little black levers shifting a
vacuum and a
radio into perfect order.
When he finishes, he will be taking a stroll about the ship. Feel free to find him anywhere.~
((Death dated to the night of the 17th))]