[video] oo8. against all reason, man flies
[The video flickers on, and you have a very lovely view of a pair of goggles, hung askew. There is a moment in which fingers dance over what looks to be a laptop keyboard just by the corner of the screen. Tapping noises ensue as the camera slowly turns mechanically to its owner, who happens to be looking most preoccupied with whatever they are typing away.
As the typing intensifies, the camera begins to adjust its angle and light settings, and slowly, her face comes into focus. Once the camera has settled, the typing stops.
She looks pleased.]
It's perfect in terms of adjustments. Now, I just need to write up an app that makes it automated. [Something of a fond look towards the laptop off-screen, before turning back to the camera.] Of course, it'll be in the beta stages for next little while, but I could use a few testers and quality checkers.
[Though at this, her good mood seems to deflate somewhat. A few more clicks of the keyboard screen, and the background filters out slowly, leaving only Rita.]
I'm also looking for a research assistant. Preferably someone with experience in the field. The more qualifications, the better. If you're interested, I can give you a run-down of expectations and general procedures; the pay can be negotiated. Personality, quirks, whatever, doesn't matter -- I don't have to get along with you to work with you. Whatever you do in your spare time doesn't matter to me, so long as you do your job.
[pause] ... and before anyone says anything, I can take on the workload just fine. By myself. This is... different.
[Nnngh, annoyance.] All interested parties, contact 'Rita Mordio', fourth district laboratories.
[Her hand reaches off-screen, and the camera readjusts itself with every tap of the key, eventually dimming and ending the feed. Just before the screen turns black, however, the audience might get a view of Rita's desk, which... appears to be covered in badly-formed paper creations of the origami ilk, though even the most tasteless of people would be hard-pressed to call it origami.]
[Filter // Estelle]
... apple-picking. There's an orchard that...
[.... loooong pause goes here] ... nevermind.
As the typing intensifies, the camera begins to adjust its angle and light settings, and slowly, her face comes into focus. Once the camera has settled, the typing stops.
She looks pleased.]
It's perfect in terms of adjustments. Now, I just need to write up an app that makes it automated. [Something of a fond look towards the laptop off-screen, before turning back to the camera.] Of course, it'll be in the beta stages for next little while, but I could use a few testers and quality checkers.
[Though at this, her good mood seems to deflate somewhat. A few more clicks of the keyboard screen, and the background filters out slowly, leaving only Rita.]
I'm also looking for a research assistant. Preferably someone with experience in the field. The more qualifications, the better. If you're interested, I can give you a run-down of expectations and general procedures; the pay can be negotiated. Personality, quirks, whatever, doesn't matter -- I don't have to get along with you to work with you. Whatever you do in your spare time doesn't matter to me, so long as you do your job.
[pause] ... and before anyone says anything, I can take on the workload just fine. By myself. This is... different.
[Nnngh, annoyance.] All interested parties, contact 'Rita Mordio', fourth district laboratories.
[Her hand reaches off-screen, and the camera readjusts itself with every tap of the key, eventually dimming and ending the feed. Just before the screen turns black, however, the audience might get a view of Rita's desk, which... appears to be covered in badly-formed paper creations of the origami ilk, though even the most tasteless of people would be hard-pressed to call it origami.]
[Filter // Estelle]
... apple-picking. There's an orchard that...
[.... loooong pause goes here] ... nevermind.